Safety First

Abbey cruised in her infant seat until after her first birthday.  I stopped using it as a carrier long before that, but I kept it in the car, and we didn't transfer her to a convertible seat until after she turned one.  She was still well within the weight and height limits for the little seat and was perfectly content in there.

Dylan, on the other hand, was starting to get restless in there.  During our recent road trips to Lockport and Kalamazoo, he expressed his displeasure at being confined for long periods of time.  He was ok for about ninety minutes, and then the whining started.  Who am I kidding?  It might have started as whining, but it escalated into full on crying, and no amount of stopping, nursing, and diaper changes made him happier to be in there.  I crossed the Canadian border smushed between the kids in the backseat; thankfully we had an understanding border-question-person (yes, that's their technical title!) who didn't think we looked suspicious.

Turns out that he is dangerously close to the weight limit of our infant seat.  It is safe up to 22 pounds, and he was almost 21 at his last weigh in.  Since we don't plan on having him sweat it out wearing a garbage bag on an exercise bike, ala high school wrestlers, anytime soon, we bought him a new chariot.  Abbey claims he likes it.

Safety was our main concern, obviously, but I am hoping that there are fewer tears shed on our next road trip.  He definitely looks more comfortable in there, chunkalicious thighs and all.