Dear sweet baby Iris~
You are such a great kid. I'm so glad I get to be your mom. There is one little issue that we need to chat about though: your hatred of your car seat. Seriously, its the law that you have to ride in the thing...I didn't make the rules.
Let's talk about why you hate it so much because I really don't understand. As far as car seats go you've got it good. Most younger siblings are the recipients of hand-me-downs, including you guessed it, car seats. Liberty traveled in Sebastian's car seat who inherited Harper's car seat after him. You, dear girl, have the honor of riding in a swanky new car seat with the latest in side impact protection, not to mention stylish European design. Heck, your straps even have cushy strap covers! What more do you want? Okay, a mama latte to go but that's not gonna happen with the mama in the driver's seat. Even the mere mention of the words "car" and "seat" send you into hysterics.
Your mama is truly at a loss and tired of always staying home. You are going to have one unhappy mama on your hands if we can't start getting out more...peacefully. Sure, if you are truly hungry or need a clean dipe, then wail away, I'll help you feel better. But if you are screaming simply because you don't like the rear-view, there's not much I can do for you. You'll be forward-facing soon enough!
Love you to pieces,
ps...thanks for sleeping in your swing for 3 hours yesterday while I got some work done. I might pass that class after all!