
This is a photograph of two children's Stage 2-3 car seats. This may not look exciting to you, but believe me, I was thrilled, because Keiki is no longer in one of those five-point harness jobs (Stage 0/1). It has never been a joy getting him into that seat, especially once he was big enough to figure out that he could make it really difficult to get the harness fastened just by leaning forward/leaning backward/sitting on his foot/trying to lick your face/insert any annoying activity, he's guaranteed to have tried it.
I will clean up and donate his old seat. I was, however, sorely tempted to stage an "Office Space printer" execution [link goes to YouTube video, 01:38] for it. It should be grateful I don't own a baseball bat.

When this photo was taken, we were on Package #10 of 12 of the Lego Saturn V. As usual, I am Assembly Engineer and the bloke is Integration Engineer. We are drinking tea out of what are possibly the world's nerdiest mugs: The Grand Challenge Equations (courtesy of the San Diego Supercomputing Centre some 15 years ago) and the Cassini Grand Finale commemorative cup. Telstar is helping us.
We now have only Package 12 left, with the lunar module and nose cone.
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I did once sit down on a grass verge and start reading a book when a toddler was refusing to either walk a step further or get into the pushchair as well. Fortunately I had the stubborn and immobile sort rather than the running away sort. And I always had a book.
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Telstar looks comfortable and a little smug. Cat supervision.
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Telstar is a great supervisor. Paws-off style, yet still effective.
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Lololol! I love those little white blip-blips down his nose. I'm sure he's a huge help. :-)
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Later, he went to sleep on my leg. My foot fell asleep but I couldn't bear to wake him.
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I'm not sure they test with actual kids. Or the kids they test with are too well-behaved.
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so half my day when I was meant to be spending time with my father was...anyway. They had a 7 seater and oh my fuck. So many buckles, so many straps, so many feet in your face and usually hands pressed against you that were covered in what used to be food. Did they ever get to the point where they tried to free each other from their seats? Sob.It didn't help that I had huge boobs they were fascinated with and tried to grabs screaming 'boobies!' as I wrestled them into place and then fell into the back of the car with a child and groceries pressed against me while hating everything :P
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I am so fortunate that the idea of freeing one another from their seats has yet to occur to either Humuhumu or Keiki.
Auuugh, the boob obsession! Also, bras appear to be weirdly fascinating? I'm like, "no you may not stretch that one round your head, it was expensive!"
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I never had that but Ewan was one for grabbing a strap if he noticed one and pulling it to declare what colour it was and then I said 'no, let go!' so he did. Ouch.