Last night, as I reinstalled Ruth's car seat in our van, I decided to turn it forward facing. She's heavy and old enough. I had just been waiting for safety. Keith had thought she was ready because her legr room was low, but she didn't mind.
This morning, she got into her car seat with a very hesitant look on her face. I buckled her in and the "help me! help me! help me" started. That lasted nearly the whole way to the sitters. Once she even said "pull over!" as she reached for me to pick her up. She apparently isn't a fan. She did okay while Caleb sat next to her to play, but when he got our for school it started all over again!