Earlier today, the kids and I met John for lunch. We went to Dairy Queen, Johnny ate almost an entire hamburger and Maureen ate half of mine and most of my fries. After lunch, we went back to John's office so his coworkers could see the kids, then he walked us out to the van.
He lifted Johnny into the car and settled him into his seat, then went back to work.
We were several miles down the road when Johnny said, "Mommy? I'm not buckled."
WHAT!!!?!??!?!!?!
He lifted his chest out of the seat to show me that, indeed, he was not buckled in.
At that moment, my cell phone rang, and I answered it. It was my husband, saying, "You did buckle him in, right?"
I had just merged onto I-95 and due to construction, there was no shoulder. I had to drive probably a good half mile before I could pull over and climb into the backseat to fasten the straps. By that point, Johnny had gotten his arms into the shoulder straps and snapped the chest clip, so I felt a little better.
But the whole thing taught me a lesson. I just assumed that my husband buckled him into the seat and my husband assumed that I knew he was in a hurry to get back to work and that I would do it. If Johnny hadn't said something, I would have driven all the way home with an unrestrained three-year-old in the backseat.
We're fine. But I'll never again make such an assumption.
He lifted Johnny into the car and settled him into his seat, then went back to work.
We were several miles down the road when Johnny said, "Mommy? I'm not buckled."
WHAT!!!?!??!?!!?!
He lifted his chest out of the seat to show me that, indeed, he was not buckled in.
At that moment, my cell phone rang, and I answered it. It was my husband, saying, "You did buckle him in, right?"
I had just merged onto I-95 and due to construction, there was no shoulder. I had to drive probably a good half mile before I could pull over and climb into the backseat to fasten the straps. By that point, Johnny had gotten his arms into the shoulder straps and snapped the chest clip, so I felt a little better.
But the whole thing taught me a lesson. I just assumed that my husband buckled him into the seat and my husband assumed that I knew he was in a hurry to get back to work and that I would do it. If Johnny hadn't said something, I would have driven all the way home with an unrestrained three-year-old in the backseat.
We're fine. But I'll never again make such an assumption.
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I have done that MYSELF at least three times. And every time I only notice because I see Becca STANDING UP in her carseat. Britney has nothing on me....
When Collin was a baby I picked him up at daycare. The sitter had him all ready to go in his car seat for me so I carried him off, put him in the car and drove to my mom's for a visit. Thank God I was going there and not directly home because I assumed he was buckled underneath his blanket and he was not. Fortunately, my mom's is maybe a mile from the sitter and the drive does not involve the highway. When I realized what I had done I was so upset. Then I decided that no one had gotten hurt and I had learned a valuable lesson and decided not to beat myself up over it anymore. Now I check and double check my boys when I get them in the car.
Welcome to the club...
I have done this more than once with no excuse of the hubby around. T has told me, "I am not buckled in mom!!!" Oh, the panic....
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