So, my son outgrew his infant car seat. It was the carrier type, which is designed to be rear-facing and installs ridiculously easily. But even though it’s supposedly good up to one year, my seven-month-old is too big for his. My in-laws gave us a convertible seat for Christmas. It will get him to his first birthday rear-facing and then switch to forward-facing.
It is damn near impossible to figure out how to install the damn thing.
My husband managed to follow the poorly-written and even more poorly-illustrated instructions for threading the straps through the seat itself, with a tremendous amount of naughty language along the way, but when he attached the seat to the car it didn’t seem right. Not wanting the baby to ride in an improperly-installed seat, we did the natural thing: called the fire department.
No, really! I called our local station, #29, and the Captain invited me to come by so they could check it for me. They tightened the LATCH straps and showed me how to do it myself. I got there just in time — literally seconds after they were finished they had to run off to a fire.
I love my fire station! They were friendly and have a beautiful dalmatian. And most important, I am certain that my son will be safe in the car.