Good-bye

Carseat.

You're old, torn, colored on, peed on (pooped on), you're visor is broken and you're infested with goldfish crackers.  You have also brought our three children home from the hospital and have been our surrogate crib for the first four months of our children's lives.  Jeff wants to keep you.  We compromised with a blog post.  Here it is, your blog post.  Thanks for the memorable times car seat!