A Day With Dolphins

I freely admit that I still think the coolest job in the world would be to work as a dolphin trainer, and if the opportunity to HAVE that job ever comes along, I'm taking it. Because of that, anytime we are near a Sea World, it is a must-do for me, and fortunately (because we'd go anyway), the kids love it.

I was a bit apprehensive about taking the three of them to Sea World without any other help, especially because I planned to stay all day long and try to see everything. I really needn't have worried-my kids, who can shriek, pout and murder innocent caterpillars, were unbelievably good, leading me to think the best way to tackle summer is to have some big event planned all day, every day.

We got to Sea World when it opened, and I gotta say that Busch Gardens/InBev has earned by respect in some regards by offering military members and their dependents one free admission each year for the last several years. Because our tickets were free, I bought all-day dining passes for the kids and I, meaning we could eat and snack all day long.

A word about that--I figured we would eat lunch and dinner, as well as one or two snacks, making the plan a reasonably good deal. I hadn't counted on how excited my kids would be at the prospect of unlimited theme park food, nor had I counted on how delicious cold watermelon and strawberries would be in the middle of a 100 degree day.

We ate THREE meals each that day. I don't even remember what the kids got, but I had a wonderful turkey club with real chips, fried fish and fries (that Lorelei ate most of because I didn't think it was very good) and a Gardenburger. In addition to the meals, we got 4 servings of delicious chocolate chip cookies, a round of chocolate pudding, two slices of cake to share with lunch, countless bottles of water and juice and more fruit than I imagined they could eat in a day. No kidding, I think my kids and I ate an entire watermelon and 3 pounds of strawberries that day.

Needless to say, the meal plan was well worth the $60 it cost.

The shows, as always, were magical. During the first show of the day, a dolphin show with Cirque-type performers, Caitlyn, whose face was lit up like it was Christmas, turned to me and said dramatically, "THIS is what I want to do with my LIFE!!!"

Lorelei wouldn't sit still during the shows, preferring to stand and imitate the marine life. At the dolphin show, she twirled. At the sea lion show, she clapped and barked, and at the Shamu show, she followed the lead of the trainers, yelling out, "Shamu! Shamu!" in time to the music. She also relished the "Melmo" show since she loves that furry, red guy.

Chris most liked the pet show, where they teach rescued cats, dogs, pigs and birds to jump rope, open doors, climb poles and more. He also says the food was his favorite part of the whole thing. He is such a boy!

A day at Sea World was also educational. When Caitlyn asked me if dolphins were omnivores, I suggested she ask the trainer nearby. She marched up to the trainer, and in her tiny Minnie Mouse voice, said, "Excuse me. Are dolphins omnivores?"

The trainer was taken aback and laughed, "What do you mean are dolphins omnivores?"

To which, Caitlyn responded, "You know--omnivores. Do they eat plants and meat?"

The trainer told her, yes, she knew what omnivore meant, but was just surprised that Caitlyn knew. And the answer is no. Dolphins are carnivores.

True to kid form, one of their favorite moments was when a squirrel decided to approach our stroller. He got so close to them that I worried he was some deranged, rabid squirrel that intended to hop in the stroller and maul the girls. So, I did what any concerned parent would do and snapped a picture!
Twelve hours after we got to Sea World, it was time to leave, and because the day had gone so well, with no meltdowns, tantrums or fighting(amazing since there were also no naps), the travel gods decided our good fortune was due to run out.

As we made our way to the exit, the skies opened up and buckets of water came down. Instead of it putting a damper on our evening, the rain almost enhanced it. First, it felt good to have cool water washing off the sweat and grime of the day. Second, we didn't have far to go since I'd paid for premium parking, not wanting to juggle kids and stroller on the tram. Third, the kids thought it was great fun to run in the rain.

So ended another day, and I didn't even have the energy for my nightly glass of wine. That really says a lot.

Now, where were we?

If you've been worried about me, all is well. The kids did not do me in! We just got so busy that I figured I would wait until we reached the relative quiet of my mom's house to continue.

Our 3rd Disney day was spent at Disney Quest, which is probably pretty cool if your kid is older than my kids. They have virtual reality games and rides (most with a height requirement of 51", meaning even I am barely tall enough to ride), as well as some video game type things.

Caitlyn made up a song about puppy love, and Chris got to engineer a tune about never wanting to grow up. Lorelei just danced to both of them. The kids also learned how to draw Mickey Mouse, though Caitlyn got bored halfway through because her circles weren't round enough.

After a couple hours at Disney Quest, we headed to Bongo's, a Cuban restaurant at Downtown Disney. I was so proud of Chris because he tried lots of new things. He is our "chicken nuggets and fries or I'm not eating" kid, so it was a big deal for him to sample plantains. Caitlyn tried a couple of new things, but stuck to cheese pizza since she is now a plant-eater, as she calls herself. Lorelei ate it all. That child will eat anything.

After dinner, we got some jelly beans and headed down to the water to listen to the band. The kids were having a great time eating candy and dancing, and then these monks came over to watch.

I knew that Tibetan monks traveled, but I never thought they would hit up Disney World. It doesn't really seem like the type of place that would be appealing (rampant commercialized money fest that it is!), but it was interesting to watch and see what things were interesting to them. They had a guide who was translating to English, and of course, I listened. It seemed like they really enjoyed watching the water and ducks, the landscaping, the music and the energy of the area. They sat down on a bench next to us to people-watch, and they quickly became entertained by my kids.

One monk was particularly fascinated with Lorelei. He waved at her, and she blew him kisses. They played a wordless, peek-a-boo, and he watched her every move with a rapt smile that lit up his whole face. Honestly, their entire interaction was sweet and beautiful, and it was fun to watch someone else be won over by our red head. He asked, through gesture, if he could take her picture, and she ended up giving him a great big hug.

At this point, Chris, who'd been watching bugs crawl along the sidewalk, let out some exuberant karate yell and stomped on a caterpillar.

Really.

My daughter was creating a transcendental relationship that needed no words or language (with a freaking MONK who treasures nature), and here was my son, stomping to death the innocent bits of nature these monks HAD been enjoying. I was so humiliated--so much for imparting the idea that all life is sacred and special.

At this point, I hurriedly gathered up the kids, hoping that these men had not seen the massacre, and Lorelei waved good bye to her new friend. Chris got a long lecture about why we don't just stomp on bugs, and once Caitlyn figured out what we were talking about, she launched into a cryfest over the death of a caterpillar.

"But why did you kill it?" she wailed. "What about its family? That's not nice!"

She's a little protective of animals.

Anyway, kids all got calmed down, bathed and put to bed. Another mostly successful day.

Next up- a 12 hour day at Sea World, the kids who ate the world and a torrential downpour of fun.

Water Park, Disney-style

After a bit of Friday evening drama with Chris' mom (and really, what summer vacation would be complete without it--it is as expected and annoying as mosquitoes and sunburns), it felt incredible to have a stress-free day planned at a water park, especially since the temperature topped 100 degrees!

The kids and I spent half of last summer at our local water park, so a day alone with 3 kids there didn't scare me at all. It helps that Chris is kind of a wimp about a lot of water rides, so they can mostly just play happily in the kiddie areas, wave pool and lazy river.

Plus, Caitlyn and Lorelei have the coolest life jackets ever. I swear, they must have been invented by a mom with multiple kids. Normal life jackets bunch up around your kid's neck like some sort of contraction device, in a position that is neither conducive to swimming nor feeling remotely relaxed in the water. The girls' jackets are a combo of floaties and a ring, and even Lorelei can control her body enough to "swim" happily within arm's reach of me. (And yes, I'm putting the whole 'within arm's reach' disclaimer just in case anyone gets the idea that the kids are off frolicking in the pool while I lounge in a chair--who knows who reads this stuff!)

Anyway, I'd been to Blizzard Beach in high school, but obviously did not appreciate how neat it is for kids. The entire park is themed to represent a ski resort that is melting away, complete with snow-capped peaks and a chair lift.

Our first stop was the kiddie area where my little beasties had a blast on all of the slides. Here I met my next defining moment. Are Caitlyn and Chris old enough to climb to the top of the slide by themselves while Lorelei and I play in the adjacent "baby" slide area? Keeping in mind that there was a good 25 feet of pathway in a blind spot, but I would be able to watch them enter, slide and exit to the return path, I decided to let them try it. They received a 35 minute lecture on staying together, holding hands while WALKING, not talking to anyone, as well as a brief safety drill on what to do if they couldn't find me and a pop quiz to ensure they knew how to identify a life guard.

Considering the entire area was about the size of my parents' house and they were out of sight for about 10 seconds, I may have been slightly overreacting. The kids loved it, and I remember that giddy sense of budding independence I felt when I first got to do something fun by myself (Which, incidentally, was a hell of a lot more dangerous since that first memory happened when I was 5 at a ski resort when my friend Travis and I got to ski the bunny slope solo while our parents watched from the lodge).

We hit the lazy river for a good hour, and here again I marveled (yes, really. I marveled) at the fact that while Disney offers the traditional assortment of tubes for floaters, they also have tiny kid-sized tubes with bottoms for toddlers. If you haven't been to water park with a small child, you have no idea how novel and convenient that concept is, but trust me, it was worthy of the marvel.

At this point the kids and I stopped for lunch. In an effort to save $$, I packed lunch for the kids and I. My mom always did this. I hated it.

For one thing, my mom never bought the good lunch stuff. She sent us to school and the beach with bologna sandwiches, whatever type of chip was on sale (usually tortilla chips or pringles), fruit and Little Debbie snacks. I longed for fruit roll-ups, Ding-Dongs, cheetos and the little rolls of salami and cheddar that my friend Natalie brought to school.

With that in mind, I packed Uncrustable sandwiches, rainbow goldfish, chocolate chip granola bars, bananas and, wait a minute. That sounds strangely similar to the lunches I hated with some very slight tweaks. Hmm.

Oh well, I made up for it when I bought the kids a pail of ice cream. Yep, you read that right. I bought the kids a PAIL of ice cream. It was my cool mom moment of the day as I presented them with an entire sand pail filled with bits of waffle cone, cherries, strawberry sauce, hot fudge, nuts, sprinkles and soft serve.

Little do they know I made that choice because the one giant pail was cheaper than 3 individual desserts! And I'm willing to lose a little bit of cool mom luster by admitting that. They still loved it.

Our final ride of the day was a family raft ride that is supposedly the longest of its kind in the world! It took some talking to get both Caitlyn and Chris to try it, but try it they did. Caitlyn asked me before the ride if it would freak her out. I pointed out the gentle slope and easy curves of the ride, reassuring her that it would not.

Much to my dismay, about halfway through the ride, she turned to me and said, "Mama, I'm officially freaked out!" I just choked back a laugh and pulled her in my lap for the remainder of the ride.

Our day ended with happy, worn out kids who were perfectly content to climb into our giant whirlpool bath together to wash off the detritus of the day before they settled in to watch a movie.

We will definitely be adding at least one day at the Disney water parks on all future trips.

Arrival Day

It has come to my attention that my writing is more comical when I've had a glass of wine, so in the interest of entertainment, I guess I'll force myself to have some sangria during this blog session. The sacrifices I make to keep my family up-to-date on our activities! Sheesh! Maybe tomorrow night I'll have a mojito and see where that takes me.

Anyway. Arrival day.

So, after our luck with getting our car so quickly off the train, the kids and I headed to Orlando. About 15 minutes after we hit the road, despite the order to use the bathroom before we left the station, someone (the biggest kid) had to go RIGHT.NOW. Lesson learned: When traveling alone, everyone goes to the bathroom together so Mama can make sure everyone really does what they are supposed to do lest we spend our entire vacation stopping at every single restroom at Disney.

While we were stopped, we grabbed some lunch to eat on our short, albeit rather expensive, drive to Orlando via Onstar-directed toll roads.

We headed to the condo to drop off our things, and I was pleased to see we are staying about 25 yards away from Disney property. I booked the condo through Armed Forces Vacation Club, which offers unsold timeshare weeks all over the world for cheap. Our week in a one bedroom condo with a full kitchen and whirlpool bath cost around $300--not too shabby!

After the kids thoroughly inspected the room (turned on all faucets, climbed on the furniture, made sure the television worked and opened and closed all the doors numerous times and dumped their junk everywhere), we were off to Downtown Disney to . . . buy more junk.Just a little PSA. I hate plastic junky toys (a trait I likely inherited from Grammie). Loathe them, actually. In fact, on a regular basis, I go through the house and toss any toy crap I come across. My poor kids don't even know Barbie is supposed to have shoes. They must think Dr. Barbie and Fashion Barbie and all the rest have some sort of medical condition that is incompatible with shoe wearing. And that really could be true, I mean, have you seen the girl's weird high heel feet?

But, I digress.

So, Downtown Disney has a toy store where you can stuff a box with as many Disney-themed Mr. Potato Head pieces as you can cram in. AND they have another spot where you can actually build your very own working light saber (along with a whole host of Star Wars related junk). AND they have a third area where you can stuff a box with as much My Little Pony junk as you can cram in . . . and guess what? It's all Disney-themed!!!

Everything I just named falls under the heading of plastic-crap-toys-that-I-hate, but I throw aside that aversion when we are at Disney World. Didn't I say I was a sucker for Disney marketing? With a capital S?

I told the kids I would buy each of them one souvenir, and when they found out about these options, each kid wanted to do one of them. Lorelei picked Potato Head stuff, Caitlyn went for the ponies and Chris made a Darth Vader light saber.

As it turns out, each kid wanted what the other kids chose by the time we got home, but fun was had by all in the actual selection process. On the plus side, we now own Tink, pirate, Dumbo and Donald potato heads, and our My Little Ponies are decked out to the nines in princess outfits, complete with crowns, jewelry and, oh yes, shoes--4 for each outfit. Eat your heart out, Barbie. And we are all stocked up on the Force, even if it does come from the dark side (I lobbied hard for a Yoda saber.)

After the toy adventure, we headed over to T-Rex Cafe for dinner with the dinos. The place is just like the Aquarium restaurant or Rainforest Cafe, but there are dinosaurs, wooly mammoths and giant insects everywhere. The place is intense--loud, colorful, larger than life, and, with a meteor shower that goes off every 20 minutes, a bit overwhelming for the younger set.

Caitlyn got very quiet (her typical nervous reaction), Lorelei cried at least once, and even Chris was a bit unerved at one point. But, overall, it was fun. And by fun, I mean I'm in no hurry to do it again. Once was good. There were some defining moments I hadn't considered when I planned a big trip alone with 3 kids. For instance, what do you do when one kid has to go to the bathroom (and yes, a lot of moments center around bathroom issues!) in the middle of the meal? Is Chris really old enough to sit alone in the middle of a crowded restaurant while I take Caitlyn and Lorelei (who is decidedly NOT old enough to be left in the care of her nearly 8 year old brother)? First, the obvious answer is that you do not sit down in a restaurant without making all the kids pee, under threat of losing a new toy or not having dessert, if you must. Second, yes, Chris can choose to stay at the table or come with us, though if he stays, I ask a nearby mom to keep an eye on him and alert the waiter!

At this point, the day pretty much becomes a hazy chain of events that eventually ended with kids in bed, a heavenly shower (much needed after the overnight train ride), a glass of wine and a long conversation in my head about why exactly this was a good idea, a common refrain that has often repeated itself over the last few days!

Riding the Rails

My next bright idea was to take the Auto Train to Florida instead of driving. The longest solo road trip I've done with the kids is 600 miles, and that distance took an entire day. It is doable, but I was a bit leery of an overnight stop with 3 kids at a highway hotel. When I found out about the Auto Train, I was thrilled. Amtrak loads up your car, and then they transport you and your vehicle to Sanford, FL overnight. Meals are included, as are snacks, soft drinks, wine and movies. And the best part is that someone else is driving the 900 miles. All for about the same cost as a hotel, gas and meals if I drove myself. Sold!

We arrived at the station around 12:30 for a 2:30 boarding time, and we killed time watching them load cars, making lots of trips to the bathrooms (with 3 kids, someone always needs to go!) and playing on the tiny playground.

Once on board the train, Chris and Caitlyn quickly settled in with their video games. Caitlyn got a Leapster 2 as an early birthday present, and so far, it is working out great for long trips. I gotta say, as much as I hate how technology is taking over her generation, it was nice to have the two of them occupied.

Lorelei, on the other hand, was an absolute bear! She woke up at 6:30 that morning, and did not take a nap at all. The combination of no nap, new molars and a delay that kept us from departing for 2.5 hours after our scheduled 4 pm departure made for one cranky kid. I felt bad for her, but at least all the passengers were informed that since the train was half empty, we could move anywhere we liked. Unfortunately, the lady behind us preferred to stay put and just complain about the whining. I wanted to turn around and tell her, "Look, woman. The conductor said you could move to any car you want to. Me? I'm her mom, so I'm stuck here, but why don't you take your complaints and get out of here? I'm doing everything I can!"

5 pm rolled around, and even though we weren't rolling anywhere, we were still able to head to the dining car for dinner. I was surprised at the quality of the food. It wasn't great, but it was comparable to Applebee's. And the complimentary carafe of white wine on our table took the edge off my worn-thin nerves that resulted from trying to console Miss Grumpy for 4 hours. The kids all perked up with their chicken tenders, mac and cheese and veggies, and they even consented to try wax beans with the result being that they like them!


After dinner, we tromped back to our seats, and lo and behold, the train began to move!! As we left the station, Lorelei cheered and shouted, "Mickey!!! Coming!!!" Chris didn't talk since he was engrossed in his game, and Caitlyn stood at the window and solemnly waved, "Good-bye, Virginia. I love you, and I'll miss you until July." Great excitement over seeing Belle ensued once I reminded her that Disney lay at the other end of the track.

Around 7, Lorelei hit full scale tantrum mode. She was utterly inconsolable, and I resorted to holding her tightly against me as I rocked and swayed with the train. We stood up and walked a bit, and slowly her screams quieted into the sobbing hiccup cries of a baby who has worn herself out. Blissfully, after nearly an hour of screaming while most of our car was at the 7pm dinner, she fell asleep in my tingling, sleepy arms. I carefully laid her down, and she slept soundly until 4 am, when she woke up for a few brief minutes of toddler conversation.

Chris and Caitlyn fell asleep around 9 pm, stretched out across 2 seats apiece. I curled around the bit of our row that Lorelei left and was able to sleep for about an hour at a time. The mama bear instinct would not let me sleep too soundly due to the fear of strangers snatching my kids from their chairs, though where they would go on a moving train in the middle of the night, I don't know. Then again, the constant waking might have had more to do with the fact that it is hard to get too comfortable when the two semi-reclined positions I had available to me either put my legs to sleep or placed hard metal directly into the small of my back. Maybe next time, I'll spring for a sleeper car.

The next morning brought an early wake-up and continental breakfast in the dining car. Since we were going to be 2.5 hours late arriving, the kids and I got to watch a movie in the lounge, and the girls colored some gorgeous works of art with the awesome princess crayons our friend, Jenny, brought them for the trip.
When we finally pulled into the Sanford, FL station, we were all more than ready to put our train adventure behind us! We clambered down from the car and shuffled into a hot, crowded waiting room to watch for our vehicle. Apparently, karma felt I needed a break after the long prior day with Lorelei because our car was one of the first 20 or so off the train! In no time, we were headed down the road to Orlando, where Mickey and pals await our crew.

Next up--junky plastic Disney toys, dining with dinos and our steal of a deal on lodging!

Mission: Insanity

Back in December, as I was planning the summer (and yes, I plan excessively early. Big deal!), I got the bright idea to take the kids to Disney World while Jason was studying for the bar exam. I figured things could either be hectic and crazy at home, or things could be hectic and crazy at the happiest place on Earth.

And folks, "crazy" is the operative word here. Who, in their right mind takes 3 kids to Disney World for a week by herself?

Ahem. ME!!

Yes, I've tackled NYC with two toddlers, I've hiked miles with a baby strapped to my back, and I've camped in the back country when it was so cold my toothpaste froze (sans kids), but I felt the need to up the ante for Summer 2010--the summer in which Jason is glued to the library for 20 hours a day! This is the summer of the insane Disney trip a la me.

Down to the nitty-gritty:
Who will be there?
Me--the nutty mama who loves to travel and is always up for a challenge. Loves Disney magic, planning and playing with the kids. Cries when she walks down Main Street and is a total sucker for Disney marketing genius. Hates delays, changes to the plan (ha!!) and whining. Must have a glass of wine in the evening and yummy food.

Chris- almost 8. Loves playing video games, teasing his sisters, eating fun kid food and knowing the answer. Grins when you mention Mickey and is a sucker for a swimming pool. Hates walking, heat, waiting and big rides. Must have a sword or weapon at all times and tends to be a bit whiney.

Caitlyn- turning 4 on the trip. Loves princesses, pretending, Dumbo and Belle. In awe of the castle and dances when you mention Disney. Hates being teased, boat rides with drops and meat ( a new revelation). Must have her pin necklace and "dark ride" flashlight and is always ready to jump into a princess pose.

Lorelei- almost 2. Loves shrieking, her brother and sister, eating and any sort of thrill. Likes to run, hop, dance, skip away from Mama while giggling. Hates being restrained, told "no," and being left out. Must have anything and everything the big kids have.

Oh, and Grammie. I talked her into joining us by using words like "special," "fun," "memorable," and "magical." I just left out words like "tantrum," "crowded," "exhausting," and "insanity." She'll forgive me.

Grammie loves Belle, seeing the kids, Disney magic and Pina Colavas. Rides Splash Mountain even though she detests the drop. Hates whining, clutter and junky plastic toys. Must have a cute bag for the park (she bought *another* new one) and requisite amount of protein in her system at all times.


The plan:
Spend 5 days solo in Orlando before Grammie joins us. Take the kids to water parks, Downtown Disney, Campfire Sing-a-long, movies, Disney Quest and Sea World before Grammie gets here. Once Grammie arrives, start hitting the major theme parks as we switch from a condo to a Disney resort. Celebrate Caitlyn's birthday. Resist the urge to splurge on Discovery Cove tickets. Eat out a lot. Drive to Houston.

Hmm, sounds exciting, right? Fun? Nuts? Scary? Sure to be full of interesting stories? Probably all of those!

I'm going to try to update frequently since Jason is feeling left out back in Virginia. Plus, when I'm carted off to the funny farm, it will be nice to have a record of how I got there.

Next up? 3 kids and 1 Mama take the train from VA to FL . . . or, A Saga of 4 hour delays, the child who didn't nap for 12 hours, how to clear a train car and other tales of mayhem and hilarity. Stay tuned.

The View from the Backseat

We do a lot of things a bit differently, and some of those things certainly raise eyebrows among friends and family. Not that it matters to me, since we make what we think are the best, safest choices for our babies, but one choice in particular seems to garner a LOT of public opinion, so I thought I'd explain it here.

Our kids are extended rear-facers when it comes to car seats. Shocked that can cause a lot of talk? Kids facing backwards in a car seat past the typical age of 1? Really? Yes, actually--it seems that many people think that it is dangerous, strange and something they absolutely must comment on (even random strangers in the grocery store parking lot like to tell us our car seats are installed incorrectly).

First, I guess I should put some numbers out there. The old advice from the American Academy of Pediatrics was that babies could be turned forward-facing at one year AND 20 pounds (which, unfortunately some people misread to mean OR and turned babies at less than a year, but who weighed 20 lbs.) The new advice from the AAP is that if "a car safety seat accommodates children rear facing to higher weights, for optimal protection, the child should remain rear facing until reaching the maximum weight for the car safety seat, as long as the top of the head is below the top of the seat back."

I'll include a bunch of links about why kids should stay rear-facing until at least 2 years old, but the bottom line is that it is a much, much safer way for kids to ride. One study demonstrated that kids under 2 who ARE rear-facing are 75% less likely to die or sustain serious injury in a car accident--those are odds I want working on my side, not against me.

Caitlyn stayed rear-facing until 2, and then we moved her back to rear-facing when she was a bit over 2.5. She stayed that way until she was 3.5, and the only reason we flipped her forward was because she started to get motion sickness. Because she only weighs 30 pounds and her car seat safely rearfaces up to 33 pounds, she could probably stay rear-facing for another year. It was certainly a hard choice for us, but when we looked at the studies on safety, the MOST critical ages to remain rear-facing are kids under 2, although it is a safer option for all kids, as long as they are in a seat that can accommodate that position. Had she not stared getting sick in the car, you can bet that little girl would still be riding rear-facing.

Lorelei is almost 2, and we have no plans to turn her forward anytime soon. She weighs around 22 pounds, and her car seat can also safely rear-face until 33 pounds. She is happy and comfortable in that position, and most importantly, she is safe.

Comments that we hear all the time are:

Aren't they uncomfortable that way? No, they seem to be just fine! It seems to be much easier to sleep in a rear-facing car seat since their heads do not flop forward.

Don't you have to turn them when their legs touch the seat? Won't their legs break in a crash? No! There is not a single documented incident of a child breaking a leg in an accident due to a rear-facing car seat. My kids prop their feet on the seat, bend their legs or fold them.

My doctor said I needed to turn my baby at 10 months because of his weight. Isn't that right? No, your doctor is a moron, and apparently failed to pay attention in anatomy. The reason there is an age and weight guideline is because of how an infant's neck muscles and ligaments develop and strengthen. Even if a baby meets the weight guideline, he is just not strong enough to ride safely forward-facing. And the AAP's own guidelines recognize that.

Car seat manufacturer's now make seats that allow rear-facing up to 45 pounds! In other countries, such as Sweden, this is the norm, and it is much safer for kids. Because it is not the norm in our country, you will certainly get strange looks if you choose to keep your kids rear-facing past one year old. However, you'll know that you are keeping your child safer.

I'm not trying to convert anyone (well, maybe I am), but it is a subject I feel strongly about. I always advocate doing whatever works for your family, but see if some of these links don't give you pause.

Here are some of my favorite resources:

March article from Pediatrics

Child Passenger Safety

YouTube Video- Crash test comparison

Joel's Journey- What can happen

And just so you know, the girls are going to be harnessed in a 5-point harness for a LONG time, too! Adult seat belts are not meant for little bodies, and our girls are tiny. I'm sure Caitlyn will be mad when she gets to elementary school, and she is still harnessed in a car seat, while her friends get to ride in boosters or without any seat whatsoever. Oh well. There is a huge body of evidence as to what is safest for her and Lorelei when it comes to car seats, and THAT is what I care about.

And here is one reason why. (Warning--you will probably cry. I've seen it several times and I cry still.)