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Car Seat Manuals–Way to Go Guys!

One of my jobs is to read car seat owner’s manuals.  All child passenger safety technicians should crack open a manual at some point; in fact, they should look at a manual every time they install a car seat.  No one’s that good, lol.  Car seat manufacturers issue revisions and updates to manuals on a regular basis.  Sometimes a manual is revised because information changes; other times it’s updated because two different sized fonts were used in the production.  You won’t know this unless you compare manuals and it’s tedious, tedious work.  Snoooooze.

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Chicago Auto Show Safety Awards

It’s time to announce the 2009 CB-CASAs! (Carseat Blog Chicago Auto Show Awards).  Without Further Ado:

Britax Roundabout – How Do I love Thee?

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

~ Hamlet

 

Valentine’s Day is here and I’ve been thinking a lot about my first true love.  Carseat love, of course.  For me, it’s the Britax Roundabout.  Sure, there have been others – but I guess it’s true what they say.  The first cut really is the deepest. 

Cheers and Jeers from the Chicago Auto Show

I attended a media preview of the Chicago Auto Show this week.  I had hoped to go for 3 days and to catalog a number of vehicles in regard to airbags, seatbelt arrangements and LATCH attachments.  Unfortunately, my baby sitting service (mom) went back home last week and I was only able to work in part of one day of the show.  Instead of my detailed survey, I kind of randomly wandered and took notice of whatever caught my eye…

The Kindle Review: The Gadget Gal’s Latest Toy

I admit it.  I had never heard of the Kindle until Oprah said it was one of her favorite things.  My friends know I’m an Oprah junkie: “Did you see what Oprah had on yesterday?”  “Did you hear what Oprah had to say about . . .”  “I really love those shows Oprah does on . . .”  Girlfriend and I have so much in common, I feel like we’re best friends and she’s talking right to me: she’s in her 50s and hey! I’m almost 40!  She’s black and I’m white (but that doesn’t matter-she likes Jen Aniston).  She has a private plane and I don’t.  Hmmm.  She’s worth millions upon millions and I’m . . . not.  But she has a Kindle and so do I!