I knew when Norton started gnawing on the pull strap of his infant car seat that it was time to clean the darned thing. Well, actually, I knew that it was time to clean Norton’s infant car seat when we had to put a receiving blanket under him in Cache Creek (3 hours from home) because he’d gone through his diaper and his clothes.
Fortunately, the task of taking apart the infant car seat for cleaning went to the husband. He patiently sat down and popped the restraint straps out of the seat, and then carefully removed the padding. [Read more…]