Tallulah has been in the forty pound range for about eight months. During that time her body has done that weird kid-thing where it totally shifts, morphs, and changes from a toddler body to a kid body. She's leaner and tougher and generally much larger at her four year old 40 pounds than she was at her three and a quarter 40 pounds.
Over the last eight months, Kent and I have often commented that
A.) we should move the straps up to the highest setting and
B.) we should get her a new chair.
Since we agreed that getting a new, 40 pounds and up sized car seat was a smart move for our rapidly growing 40 pounder and moving car seat straps involves a highly complex combination of calculus (to figure out how the straps are supposed to align after being used as twist ties, a straitjacket, and a teether for two years) and calisthenics to get the straps out of the current position and into the new position, we decided to skip the intermediate step of moving the straps and just rush right out and get a new seat.
Fast forward to eight months later: "Rushing right out" has morphed into a comical exchange of "when are you going to get that new carseat?" in a bid between Kent and I to be voted Laziest Parent.
Meanwhile, at sharp turns, Tallulah's seat tilts ever-so-slightly as her 40 pounds gets elongated in the seat. Now, Tallulah, at 40 pounds and four years old, is in the 75% of weight. But, because she is the daughter of a 6'8 father and 6'0 mother, her 43.5 inches puts her off the charts in height and a poor candidate for pushing the 'how far can this car seat take us' limits.
Last night we were taking a drive and Kent took a particularly sharp turn. A couple seconds later, we hear from the backseat, "Daddy, I think I need a new seat."
We look back and see Tallulah and her carseat riding at a 45 degree angle. The buckles and seat belt were holding everything together nicely, but sideways. We pushed the seat back into place and assured Tallulah not to worry, we would get her a new seat.
We're going to rush right out.
Musings of Motherhood
About Me
- Kellie Bonifield
- Supporting characters: Kent, husband extraordinaire with, thankfully, a wonderful set of genes including strong cheekbones and the ability to eat anything and stay slim and muscle-y which has been inherited by... Tallulah, a blond curled, angelic looking four and a half year old with a huge smile and penchant for action. She often, to my dismay, demands to be called a princess-- but only if princesses run, jump, climb trees, defend friends from bullies, and are always right. Moxie, the baby. Organized and schedule oriented, Moxie will be recieving a drool-impervious day planner for her first birthday. She is bemused by her sister's antics and often hums herself to sleep.
