Though Rebecca is still just shy of 20 pounds, M and I made the executive decision yesterday to turn those Marathons around! She’s plenty tall, and her feet were kicking the seat back, and our pediatrician was fine with the idea when we asked at their 15-month checkup. Daniel met the weight requirement ages ago, but we left them both rear-facing until now.
It’s amazing how much more space there is in the 2nd row of the van all of a sudden. Even though the exact same pieces are still present, the simple act of turning those mammoth seats around has made all the difference. No longer will people have to climb in through the trunk if they want to sit in the 3rd row! The contortions I go through to hand them snacks (so they don’t fall asleep on the way home) have reduced dramatically, though they’re actually slightly farther away now.
Anyways, it’s a fun change, and the kiddos seem to have gotten a kick out of it today.
[By the way, for anyone who is installing their own Britax carseats, I strongly recommend watching the little instructional videos on their website. Made a lot more sense to me after that, especially for things I don't do often like attach it with the seatbelt.]



If I sit and think about it, it’s a little bit bittersweet to think that my babies aren’t such little babies anymore. I think about how tiny they used to be in those carseats they’re now outgrowing. I think about how the Snap N Go was a lifesaver, that I wouldn’t have been able to leave the house without it in those early weeks and months. But then I remember what those first weeks and months were like. And I quickly snap out of it and remember how much happier I am now, with fun and nearly-mobile eight-month-olds, than in the hazy, hellish days of eight-week-olds. Yeah… see you later, newborn stuff!







