I've been debating for days about when to switch Abby over to the new, front-facing car seat, and it finally occurred to me today that she is not the only child whose particular circumstances I should be considering. I'd been waiting until I got official measurements from the doctor's office on Michael to double-check them against the infant carrier height requirements, but then forgot to actually do so once I came home from his one-year appointment, numbers in hand.
Until yesterday. The conversation came up again, and I finally pulled up the Chicco Keyfit 30 manual online to revisit the height maximum (weight is easy to remember- 30 lbs- as it's in the name).
As it turns out, Michael is now one-half an inch too tall for the Chicco carrier that we've been putting him in since he was born, so the time to change was apparently last month (or the month before that, perhaps). Shame on me for letting it sneak up on me again (the same thing happened with Abby, when I discovered at her one year check-up that she'd reached a whopping 32.5 inches), but Michael is so much smaller than Abby was that it honestly took me by surprise this time, though I learned my lesson about height tending to max out before weight. I suppose a part of me really believed he'd fit in that tiny carrier forever...
We finally had occasion to leave the house today, for a birthday party, so Tom got everything ready this morning. When Abby came out of the house with me, a surprise was waiting for her in the van. She climbed in happily, all by herself, and was all smiles as I secured her in the brand-new seat. I'm really not sure which change she was more excited about- the new seat, or the new direction- but she was definitely a happy camper.
Perhaps the most excited member of the party was Tom, however, as he giddily announced to me, "Look! I can see her in the rear-view mirror!"
I'm uncertain how Michael took to the whole game of musical chairs. He was compliant enough while being put in the (new-to him) Britax, which was a good sign, as he often fights the process in the Chicco. However, once Abby entered the picture, as he looked over at her I could swear that he was envious of her forward orientation.
Sorry, Buddy. Maybe in another year.