It’s official, I have an escape artist on my hands. After the cot antics, wee Aidan has upped the ante. Big time.
When I decided to start this blog I feared that I’d struggle to have something to write about. However, I now have no doubt that my two, particularly the two-year-old, will provide me with plenty of inspiration.
My first born has never had any issue with travelling in the car. In fact he’s quite good but boredom gets the better of him sometimes. About a year ago our very own little Harry Houdini figured out how to free his arms from the five point harness on his car seat and was having great craic with the electric window. I duly stopped the vehicle and put his arms back in and sternly told him not to do it again (while he laughed in my face!). Well, I might as well have been talking to the wall. I wasn’t 200 yards down the road and the rascal was out of the harness again.
Daddy Chambers got on the research trail then and found a yoke called a ‘Houdini Stop’ and we invested. The Houdini Stop is a chest strap designed to stop a child from taking their arms out of a harness. It’s a clip that attaches to the existing harness straps to hold them closer together and thus prevents the child from wriggling out. Problem solved. The child was confused but restrained. For a while at least.
Lo and behold a couple of weeks later himself figured out how to open the new piece of gear and he was back to opening the window, or ‘winyo’ as he calls it, yet again. He’d break your heart, he really would.
We then did something we probably shouldn’t have but desperate times call for desperate measures. Daddy Chambers got a metal carabiner clip, twisted the straps a few times before putting the clip over them. In case you’re wondering what a metal carabiner clip is, it’s a metal loop with a spring loaded opening used to quickly connect things. Every house has one of them but until now I never had the need to know the name for it. Thanks Google!
Anyway, this finally and properly solved our issue and instead of stopping every five minutes on car journeys, we were able to make it to far flung destinations such as Galway, to visit Nanny and Gaga Chambers, without incident.
It was all going way too smoothly. His escapism was about to crank up a notch, or two or even three though!
So, a few weeks ago I collected him and Sarah from their childminder, who only lives a single kilometre from our house. I loaded the two of them up and wasn’t paying much attention to them in the back of the car. Seconds after starting the short journey home I got the fright of my life. There was the bold Aidan, proud as punch, standing beside me in the passenger seat, greeting me with a big ‘hello Mammy’ and a cheeky grin! I let such a startled roar out of me that his lip began to quiver and out came the tears and Sarah followed suit in the back.
The journey home might be a very short one but under no circumstances could I not stop the car and put him back but seconds later he was out again. I watched him this time and he was pressing on the red unlock button between his legs with serious ease. His sister, who stares at him non stop from her seat thought all of this was hilarious then. I didn’t however.
When Daddy Chambers arrived home we took to Google for divine inspiration and soon figured out that they answer to our problem would cost us almost €250. We had no option to buy a new car seat, one without a five point harness, one with a contraption called an impact shield instead.
An impact shield is a protective cushion that effectively operates as a child retention system and is fastened in with the car’s own seat belt. It looks terribly strange and we were convinced our escape artist would hate it. Surprisingly though he loves it and so far he hasn’t attempted to break free. In fact he happily goes in the seat, whereas there were often tantrums when I lifted him into the other one.
When all this was going on, Sarah was quietly observing it all from the comfort of her rear facing infant seat. They (whoever they are!) say girls are not nearly as mad as boys but I can see her mentally taking notes when she’s watching him. He’s the worst possible kind of role model! Some people may label him bold particularly those of an older ilk but I don’t. He’s not an angel and he has his moments but to me he’s just an inquisitive little man, with oodles of energy. Perhaps a bright future in athletics is on the cards!
What will my life be like when I have two nutters running around the place? I shudder at the thoughts of it. Impact shields and Houdini Stops on the double no doubt.
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