Big Boys Don't Cry......

I guess my baby can't be that big yet. Today was an exciting day, Aidan was getting a new carseat. We were at Target to buy him a big boy carseat, I even found one with planes and army stars and cup holders, all that a boy could need....or so I thought. As soon as I took it out of the box the tears flowed down his face and the screaming started, and this went on and on for about 20min. I bribed him with toys, candy, and all the things a good mother would bribe her child with, and nothing worked. I tried threats, no candy, no toys, no boots (that one I feel bad about). I tried singing to him and talking it up to him, pointing out all the coolness that his possesed and Zeke's did not. Nothing was working. Finally I put his butt down and found a position that I could hold him down and pull the seatbelt down to buckle. Thankfully, it worked. I only got about 20 dirty looks through the whole ordeal but at least none of them called the cops on me. Finally one lady came over to make sure I didn't need help with my obviously distraught child, and I was giving up hope on people still posessing compassion. After a trip to Trader Joes which resulted in the promised ginger cookies and corn puffs, he loves his big boy carseat. As for Zeke, he got cookies so he could care less. Or the joys of being 3.