One more thing checked off our to-do list: We now have two carseats installed in each of our back seats — one for Daniel, one for the baby. (Well, his is actually just a base, and the actual carseat can click into either one of them.)
It was an arduous hour we spent getting all the latches and belts tightened and adjusted, and all I can say at the end of it is, I WANT A BIGGER CAR. I've never felt cramped for space with just one carseat in the back of my Honda Civic, but having two there changes the whole landscape of the car. It feels like it's going to be very crowded and cumbersome loading an infant in one side and toddler in the other with very little space to spare. Even Steve's Passat feels packed to capacity. And we're going to feel it up front, too: We had to move our front seats forward to make room for the infant seat (on one side) and Daniel's kicking feet (on the other). He used to occupy the prime middle of the back seat, where he had all the leg room he needed; but now both kids will be behind seats ... and next to side doors, which doesn't feel as safe to me.
We flipped through some old Consumer Reports today (back issues Steve's dad had given us) and started reading up on SUVs and other modes of family transport. All that room suddenly sounds very nice. I don't necessarily need an SUV, but a roomier station wagon with some extra storage space in the back would be nice. Egads. How our priorities change when we have kids.