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November 17, 2009
4.17: So there!
Rex and I were having a discussion about turning Owen's car seat forward facing. Calling it a discussion makes it sound way more heated than it was. Really, Rex mocked me a little and laughed at me for "babying" my baby.
And to be fair, there are ways in which I try to keep my youngest child a baby as long as I can. I nursed him longer than the other two. I probably carry him more than I did the girls at this age. I feed him, rather than letting him wield the spoon more often than I did with my older kids. (Although, to be fair, part of that is that he still lets me, most of the time. The rest is a matter of practicality: If I let Owen have the spoon and applesauce, a bath becomes a certainty. I'm too lazy for all that.)
I retorted that I waited at least as long, if not longer, to turn each of the girls. Hell, Katie didn't even make legal weight until she was 18 months! And I knew that I had waited quite a while with Jamie, that she was almost two.
And because I can never let anything go (Just ask Rex!) I spent an hour tonight looking through my old blog for references to turning car seats.
Jamie got to face forward at 21.5 months.
Katie was just a hair over 20 months.
Owen won't be 20 months until next week, and I plan to turn his seat as soon as the weather gets warm enough for me to want to stay outside.
Take that, Mama mocker!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go rock my little man to sleep.
Posted by me at November 17, 2009 9:02 PM