Monthly Archive:: May 2009

Why do CR Manufacturers continue to ignore boys?


Okay, I’ll admit it.  I’m jealous.  Every time I see a new girl cover hit the market it makes me mad.  Helloooo…. what about boys?  Do CR manufacturers think boys don’t care what their seat looks like?  Do they think parents of boys don’t care?  Maybe they think the seat will be so dirty in a week that no one will be able to tell that it’s a boring brown/tan/black/gray.  

Whatever their reasoning is, it’s wrong and it’s gone on for too long.  With very few exceptions, even the small number of boyish covers in the last 5 years have been less than thrilling.  It just isn’t fair.  Boys like covers that “speak to them” as much as girls do.  

Combi Dakota Review


But finally I broke down and got one and my 9 year old sat right down in it and proclaimed it her all-time favorite booster.  I asked what she liked so much, and she declared, “It’s cushy for my tushy. And it’s so tall! And the cup holder is big and easy to use. And it’s really easy to buckle”

Of course I read the manual before we went out to the car to test the seat. It has broad weight and height limits: 3 years/33 pounds/33 inches, up to 100 pounds/57 inches. And the instructions are standard for a backless booster, such as requiring a head restraint and shoulderbelt. One interesting warning I found was: “NEVER allow child to buckle themselves in this Booster Car Seat”. I do applaud Combi for encouraging adult involvement in the buckling process, but I think for my own child I’ll just be sure to make a visual check that she’s secured properly.  

Harmony Secure Comfort Deluxe Booster Review Part II – Belt Fit


It finally stopped raining long enough yesterday for me to get outside and snap some pics of my boys in the Harmony backless booster (aka the Harmony Olympian).  Last week I posted my initial review of this seat and compared it with the Combi Dakota backless booster.  DS1 was less than thrilled to model the Harmony but I bribed him with the promise of a Churro and Icee at BJ’s.  DS2 was a little easier to coax but he wanted a Churro and Icee too!  LOL!

Stop at an Actual Stop Sign? Never!


I guess I’m getting old and grouchy.  Or maybe I’m not old, but just plain persnickety.  Whatever it is, I seem to be the only one around bothered by people who run stop signs.  Sure, there are letters to the editor in my paper about stop sign runners or people who apply their brakes ever so slightly when approaching a signed intersection.  But who’s going to do anything about it?

Most of the major intersections in my area are controlled, which is good.  We used to be an area of 4-way stops and there was always someone who wouldn’t yield the right of way.  Frustrating, but what can you do?  It’s actually pretty fun to watch anxiety levels rise by coming to a complete, wheels-don’t-turn stop at a 4-way stop.  Try it sometime.  😉  I never realized that I wasn’t stopping at stop signs before until my local Safe Kids coalition did an observational survey at an intersection a few years back.  Out of several hundred vehicles observed, something like only 3 actually came to a full and complete stop at the stop sign.  I was shocked and immediately on the drive home paid attention to my driving habits.  Sure enough, I wasn’t stopping my wheels either when I thought I was.  Now when I see a stop sign or a red light when I’m turning right, I come to a complete stop, much to the chagrin of the driver behind me (sorry, dude, it’s the law and I’m gonna stop).

I’m still amazed by the drivers who don’t even slow down at a stop sign or red light when they turn right.  It’s like it’s not even there; the world revolves around them and everyone else should yield to them, right?  What the heck?  The thing is the number of drivers who do this.  If I only saw it happening once a week, I’d write it off as the person was distracted (um, who hasn’t been?), but it’s often several times a day.  This kind of driving, plus all the drunk and otherwise impaired drivers on the road, plus the drivers going 80 mph in a 45 mph zone make me feel like a moving target who will one day run out of luck.