Friday, January 22, 2010

Big boy seat or "why I seriously need a new car"…

Not long ago I posted a self-congratulatory note about how I had finally paid off my car. It has been a nice few months of not sending Toyota large sums of money, but something has happened recently that is making me wonder if I could swing another car payment...

You see, Mr. Macias has graduated from the car seat and into his big boy seat, the one that he'll have for several years. Getting the car seat in and out of my Celica was always difficult to say the least, but now things have gotten absurd. Because the safest place for his seat is on the passenger side and it has to be facing backward for now, I have to load him in the car from the drivers side. Sadly, the drivers side seat doesn't move forward as far as the passenger side seat does. First I have to maneuver him into the car, then sit him in the back seat. Then I have to maneuver myself into the car, and crouch just enough to be able to pick him up, turn him 180 degrees and plop him in the seat, doing so completely with my arms as my legs are immobilized and cannot help lift his now 20-pound heft.

I had performed this feat (or as I've now dubbed it, the "Bonner maneuver") on several occasions, every time seemingly more difficult than the last. Each time the only thought running through my head was how much simpler it would be to do this in a nice four-door sedan. Then I would stop myself from thinking such thoughts - I don't need a new payment, it's only for the next four months until the seat can be front facing, etc. Today, however, I was clearly focused too much on how big a pain of the ass it is, and not on the task at hand and accidentally bumped Macias' head against the top door frame on his way in. It wasn't a hard bump at all, and at first I thought he might not even have noticed - wrong. When I sat him down he had the most pained look on his face, then started wailing - tears streaming down his face :(

Macias is such a happy baby (even during the rare occasion that he is crying, it's more like an annoyed whine) that it was a complete and utter shock for me to see him truly in pain and upset. In that instant, I felt like the world's lousiest Dad. He let me have it for nearly two minutes before I guess the pain subsided and he became fascinated by the CD's and cassettes (yeah I still play cassette tapes sometimes….what about it?) in the seat pocket. Still, he didn't like being picked up, he didn't like being buckled in, barked at me the whole way to school and didn't like being taken out of the car any more than being put in. Then I further made him angry by putting him in one of the jumpers at school that I failed to notice had a half-full milk bottle resting on top of it, which he did not fail to notice and reached for immediately only to have it taken away by his mean ol' Dad. All in all, I think for the first time since he's been around he'd had enough of me this morning. I wasn't expecting that for another few years at least.

Anyway, as the hours pass by and I don't face the prospect of having to put him in my car again until tomorrow, the desire to get another car has died down. Though, next time I do have to deal with it I'll concentrate really hard on getting him safely, then when that's done take a moment and wonder what it would be like getting him in and out of one of these....

5 comments:

jayna said...

Maybe you should take up yoga? Become so limber that your arms could bend at inappropriate angles to safely and easily put Mace in his seat?

Plus, next time I'm out there you could entertain me with folding yourself into a box.

Chris Yates said...

For god's sake Morgan, don't buy a Chrysler. I don't understand your fascination with that car.

Morgan Bonner said...

Honestly, in all black and with tinted windows, it's the closest looking thing to a Batmobile I can find.

Heather said...

The Charger is beautiful...don't get me wrong, but I got more bang for my buck going for the "Mini Charger", the Avenger. BTW...that maneuver is REALLY bad for your neck, back and shoulders...just throwing that in there from a massage therapist point of view. :)

Amanda said...

awww...you poor thing. oh the perils of growing up. :-)