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Promises, promises….

Once, a long, long time ago, I made my oldest son a promise.  I told him that I wouldn’t make him ride to Middle School in a “seat”.  But I also said that up until that point, it was my decision to make.  He accepted my terms (maybe I should say that he learned to live with it because he knew arguing would have been pointless) and the years went by….

Backing up a bit - my first son has been around 50th percentile in both weight and height since he was 2 years old.  That much hasn’t changed over the years.  Last May, when he turned 11 he weighed 78 lbs and was 56.5″ tall.  I hoped that with a little healthy food, some luck, and a whole lot of sleeping late over summer vacation that he’d have a growth spurt.  He did, and for the most part I’m pleased with how he now fits in the captain’s chair of my van without a booster.

Still, it’s a big leap for me to make.  He looks so short back there without his Combi Dakota LBB.  But I guess after 11 years of looking back and seeing him in some kind of seat - this is just going to take some getting used to.

My only regret is that he’s not a little bit taller.  My ’05 Freestar has side curtain airbags but unless you’re at least as tall as the 5th percentile female dummy when seated – there’s no guarantee that they’re going to protect your head.  Unfortunately, the truth is that most curtain airbags do not deploy down far enough to protect the heads of child occupants.  Currently, the only assurance that we have is that the IIHS does their SI crash testing using the 5th percentile female dummy.  Vehicle manufacturers are aware of this so you can bet that they make their curtain ABs deploy down far enough to protect her head.  Her seated height is 31″ tall.  So, if your child has a seated height of at least 31″ (with or without a CR) then you can be relatively confident that your child may benefit from the additional protection of your vehicle’s curtain ABs.

My DS currently has a seated height of 30″ without a booster.  Would I love to put him back into that Dakota until his seated height measured 31″?  Absolutely.  But he’d be really pissed at me if I did that.  He’s waited a long time for this day and after all, I did make that promise.

The Secrets of a Happy Marriage

The witty posts from Heather’ s DH, Matt, got me thinking about my own darling husband and our relationship.  My DH hates to write anything so he would never agree to write a blog entry but if you meet him in person I’m sure he’d be happy to lament, at length, about what it’s like living with me and my passions.  CPS is one of them but there are others too.  

Like Matt, my poor DH has had to endure the constant clutter of carseats strewn about the house.  I try to corral most of the ones that I’m not using at the moment in the big closet upstairs in DS1′s bedroom and all the training seats are stored elsewhere.  However, the seats that are “in transition” are sometimes hanging out temporarily in the dining room, or in the playroom, or DS2′s bedroom, or in the basement, or maybe in the shed, or maybe all of the above. 

You will notice that I didn’t say in the garage.  There is a reason that there aren’t any carseats in the garage.  Simply put, I (as well as my precious carseat collection) am banned from the garage. 

Preschool Paperwork Puzzler

My 3-year old is going to preschool.  Two days a week.  Two hours a day.  Our other two kids went to preschool.  Fill out a registration form, write a check.  Send ‘em off.  Simple.  Right?

Nope.  I have a virtual mountain of paperwork.  So much, in fact, the packet included a handy checklist to make sure I completed everything and 3-pages of instructions to guide me in filling them out!  There’s the registration “contract”.  The Enrollment Record.  The “Getting to Know You Form”.  A Consent Form.  An Employment Form (It’s a co-op, so parents have to volunteer once a month or so).  A state health form for my son.  A state health form for me.  I even need a chest X-Ray or TB test.  A Home Orientation form.    I think I lost the DCFS brochure that I apparently had to sign to indicate I read it.  They also need a copy of a birth certificate.  That’s a new one.

Public grade school is a dream in terms of paperwork.  I don’t even think they asked for a certificate to prove my kids were born.  Funny thing is that all this paperwork is presumably killing trees in order to make sure my son has a safe and secure environment.  I have no problem with that at all.  I do find it a little funny that not even one line on one of the forms asked how he would be transported to or from the preschool.  Not even on the form asking for consent to allow my child to be transported on field trips…

Driving: Right or Privilege?

People get funny when they get into a car or even think about cars.  Common sense?  Mild manners?  Out the door.  In the USA at least, the moment they touch the wheel, people get irrational and some drivers even get a sense of entitlement, superiority and immortality.  Some even seem to think their anti-social car behavior is protected by a constitutional right.  Last I checked, it wasn’t even loosely guarded by a state law.

And Isn’t It Ironic . . . Don’t You Think?

As I was driving my children to the haircut place Wednesday morning on our city’s equivalent of the German Autobahn, I was pondering reaction times, thinking about how they diminish as we age (actually, I was smugly thinking about how quickly I was able to go from the brake to the gas as the light changed to green to get on the on-ramp to the freeway and we left the others in our wake).  When we’re young, our reaction times are quick and immediate.  As we age, they slowly diminish, but when do we start to notice that they’ve become slower?  When do we *admit* that they’ve become slower?