Turns out we've been using our car seat incorrectly since, well, forever. I'm glad that I had breakfast with Ira and that he pointed this out. I'd always heard that something like 80 or 90 percent of people use car seats incorrectly, so I'm not too shocked to learn that I am among them. The odds are simply stacked against me. But like every other little thing that tends to add up, I'm feeling pretty down on myself as a parent this week. It doesn't help that Samson is still in his crying all the time phase (although it's getting better; frequent naps help. And drinking.). It makes me wonder, what else am I doing wrong? Overfeeding? Too much TV? Too much heat? Not enough fresh air? Not enough reading? And of course, the whole failure in the breastfeeding department thing. Sigh.
He's a great baby, adorable, healthy, developing normally. I'm pretty confident that he'll grow to be a great kid and a great teenager and a great adult. In spite of me and my faulty car seat ways. But he's going to have to work a bit harder to survive his bumbling mother and her crippling self-deprecation. Not to mention the shards of broken glass that I leave everywhere and the burning hot pokers that I stick in his eyes.
And the loud sneezing. Musn't forget that.