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I’ve heard that Britax is the Rolls Royce of car seats.  They’re expensive and packed with features (though sadly, none of which include a built-in umbrella). This review is on the 2011 Britax Marathon 70.

Worm’s working towards his first birthday. And with aging, comes growing (for now, it’s more upward than outward). The lankiness he’s developing pushed the limits of his previous car seat. Since Steph nixed my idea of welding extensions and bolting on modifications to his first car seat, we visited our local baby store to purchase the next size up.

Lo and behold, the Britax Marathon 70.

Britax Marathon 70

At around 20 lbs, there are some parents that want their child to face forward in the car. Others wish to keep a child rear-facing for a little longer. (The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends that all infants and toddlers should ride in a rear facing car seat until they are 2 years of age or until they reach the highest weight or height allowed by their car safety seat’s manufacturer.) Britax states that a child can be rear-facing in the Marathon 70 from 5 to 40 lbs. For children between 20 and 70 lbs, the child can be forward facing in this car seat. Given this information, the period between 20 and 40 lbs are up to the user’s discretion. We opted for forward facing. We can never have too many sets of eyes on the road ahead.

All baby car seats go through the same rigorous testing. They all meet the same minimum safety requirements to be allowed for public use.  But meeting requirements and exceeding requirements can be at opposite spectrums depending on what is tested.  There are many ways to crash a car and I doubt that any car seat is the best protecting seat in every type of accident.  So, I can crunch crash test data until I’m blue in the face and still never be completely sure of what meeting and exceeding safety requirements fully means.  And I’ll never be sure that one car seat purchase is much better than another.  That being said, I hope I never have to personally see the safety limits of any car seat in my vehicle.

In the Britax Marathon 70, the quality of the build is there. The Marathon 70 is sturdy, but you pay the price in weight and size. This means it is not the type of car seat that you want to travel with (although you may even use it as a toddler airplane seat). It is mainly for installation into one car for long periods of time. There’s no such thing as an extra car seat adapter. It’s a one piece deal, so if you want to move it from one car to another, you have to take out the entire unit.

The Marathon came with press-release latches that easily allowed you to attach the seat to the child safety mounts found in most modern automobiles.  Though, tightening these straps down was a bit of a pain.  The adjusters required a significant amount of finger strength to slide up and down on the strap.  I guess it’s to prevent the straps from coming loose over time. Either way, this amount of effort should not be required to tighten the car seat to the car.

On the flip side, measuring and adjusting the seat to accommodate the baby was convenient. There’s a shoulder strap height adjuster conveniently placed on the car seat back. It only took a slight lifting motion (with one hand) to move.  A click sound ensures that the shoulder straps are locked into place. The crotch harness buckle has two settings so that important body parts are not being squished.

One of my gripes about the Britax is that there are pads for everything.  (Though some people may love this extra padding.)  There are shoulder pads, strap pads and crotch pads to prevent pinching of skin upon buckling the child in.  There’s a “belly” pad under the crotch harness buckle that keeps you from being the reason your baby’s gonads are deformed.  The HUGS chest pads seem to be more of a nuisance to me than a help.  I’m always sliding the pads up or down. His clothes seem to get pulled by the rubber HUGS chest pads, so I’m always moving them out of the way.  I just think that there’s way too much stuff covering the straps on the 5 point harness. If we were going to drive the baby around naked all the time, then I can see the reason for the extra strap padding. But seriously, who does that?

The cover is removable and the recommendation is for it to be handwashed, not machine washed.  The pads can be washed as well.  The people at the baby store seemed to like the aluminum bars on either side of the Marathon 70. They (2 floor salesmen) stated that it was added protection. My thought is that if you are at the point where those aluminum bars are providing protection in a car accident, the accident is most likely fatal.

The instruction booklet is 41 pages long. Did I read all of it? Almost. There are many options to mount the Marathon along with quite a few straps, buckles, and pockets for one to deal with. Installation wasn’t as straightforward as I thought it would be.  But, I appreciate the numerous mounting options since it would allow us to adapt to various makes of cars (like our future yellow Aston Martin).

I look in the rear view mirror at the Worm and can’t help but think he’s riding in extreme comfort.  I hope that as he grows, the seat will continue to accommodate his body well.  That remains to be seen.  With the durable design of the Marathon 70 and the attention to detail, I trust that it’s going to provide an ample amount of safety in case of accident. But, that is one feature I hope I don’t have to use.

Note that this is going to be an ongoing review as we get more and more usage out of the Britax.

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Overall Rating:  8 Worms

Ease of Use: 7 Worms  (Some features are easy to use, others are not so easy.)

Performance:  8 Worms

Features:  9 Worms

Durability:  8 Worms  (It’s still early, so this rating will get modified as we use the Marathon more and more.)

Manliness:  8 Worms

Retail Price:  $289.99

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Pros:

Latching lower connectors make installing and removing car seat easy. Approved for in-flight airplane usage. Can hold up to 70 lb child.  Comes with infant body pillow.  3 adjustable reclining positions

Cons:

Price.  Adjustable straps are a pain to adjust. Too much padding on the straps. We may never use it up to its 70lb weight limit.  It’s huge size may be a problem in narrow cars.  It’s heavy.  Toxic flame retardants used in material (see below for links).

Things I would modify:

Use non-toxic materials in production.  Have a tilt or rotate setting to turn car seat for getting baby out of vehicle easier.

Where to find:

http://www.britaxusa.com/car-seats/marathon-70

Related links:

http://thechart.blogs.cnn.com/2011/08/03/kids-car-seat-tests-reveal-chemicals/

http://www.healthystuff.org/

Before my mom came, I was the Worm’s go-to guy.  Every time I would walk in the room, it was like he was seeing Tebow (I’ve added an MVG glossary in case you don’t understand what I’m saying) parting the Red Sea.  Worm would run (ok, crawl) over to me as fast as he could and then touch my big toe, which is his way of saying “Pick me up, daddy!”  I would sweep him up into my arms and we would both laugh together while “The Lion King” theme song miraculously played in the background.

Now that my mom’s in her fourth week of visiting, my glitter is gone.  I walk into the room to see Worm and he doesn’t even turn his head.  If he does look up and happen to see me beaming at my only son, he dismisses me with his “You look familiar, but I’m not sure who you are” face.  So, I stand and watch my aloof son and lament that even at this young age, he is living the old phrase “out of sight, out of mind.”  Even more sad for me is that when we do interact, I am the one forcing the connection.

I exist as a human baby bib now, gladly wearing vomit, snot, and other juices (both of body and of fruit).  But, I’m eager to accept the role because it means he still finds me useful in some way.

It’s true that I’ve been spending less time with Worm.  I planned quite a few non-baby oriented tasks to take care of while Gavin’s grandma was here.  Fix car, work on business development, clean desk, organize garage, etc.  My BB uber-productive self returned and I had been excited to get some “work” done.  So, off I went every day tending to my own affairs.  And when I disappeared for hours, Grandma fed, changed, and played with the Worm.  Subsequently, I was erased me from the boy’s short term memory (Isn’t it all short-term memory for him?  I mean, he’s only been alive for 11 months!) and replaced by Grandma.

It’s hard for me not to be the almost center of Gavin’s world (right next to his purple spatula).

Worm With His Two Best Friends

But, his indifference towards me is a sour reminder that my “work” priorities are no longer priorities and some things have to be let go.  Family should come first unless you value your happiness, freedom, hygiene, quietude, personal space  is how the saying goes.  I need to rearrange my to-do list for fear of becoming a total stranger to Worm.

Worm, here I come!  I’m going to be in your face from morning to night!  I’m going to play with you until we both drop from exhaustion.  I’m going to be there all the time, even in your dreams!  I may even become the voice of your subconscious and your higher self!  We’re going to be best friends again even if  I have to stalk you like Duncan stalks me!  I promise!

Worm, thanks for reminding me that I can’t forget about the little people.  I guess I needed that.

Gavin – 9; Dad – 5

This is Gavin’s second St. Patrick’s Day!  Last year, at this time he was -1 month old for the St. Patty’s Day Parade.  His view of the parade was something akin to this:

A Worm's Eye View of St. Patty's Day Parade 2011

This year was the first time in recent memory that it rained (Albert Hammond lied. It does rain here.) on St. Patty’s Day.  The weather was chilly (in the 50’s) as well.  Let’s just say that Worm was probably wishing for warmth and coziness of the previous year.

 

 

He weathered the storm long enough to drink a Guinness and see a few leprechauns!

Want to see my lucky charms?

And when the water fell from the sky, we southern Californians thought it was a sign of the apocalypse…and ran for cover.  But, we couldn’t leave  without making Worm relive some of the fondness of the previous year’s parade.  So we stuffed the Worm in Daddy’s utero and he fell asleep.

Daddy, Your Womb is Almost as Cozy as Mommy's. Almost.

 

Happy St. Patty’s Day!

I always knew Gavin was a chip off the old block.  We’ve got quite a few things in common:  similar haircuts; similar builds; we both love Steph and mangos; both our first names end in ‘n’.  Now, we both like bikes!

I loved biking ever since I moved to southern California (SoCal).  I started seriously mountain biking after getting laid off from my first job.  I did some fairly aggressive mountain biking back then and at one time, I owned a bike that was worth much more than my car.  I biked a lot until I got Steph pregnant.  Then, my trail time disappeared.  I haven’t really ridden my bike since then.

But recently, I was brainstorming about how I was going to find some extra time to start cycling again.  I ran across some cool baby bike trailers in the bike section of Craigslist.  They looked like fun.  I would do all the pedaling and Worm would get to sit back and watch the cars go by.  So, I did my research and found that these baby bike trailers are not cheap.  Not wanting to spend top dollar for something I didn’t know Worm would like, I found a used one for a good price and picked it up.

Enter the Burley D’Lite 2006 Edition.

Dad, do you know what you're doing?

So, I hooked up the D’Lite to my mountain bike to see how it all looked.  Worm seemed to approve.  It’s just that I have about 15 extra screws and I don’t know where they go…

Next, I had to figure out how to adjust the seatbelts.  It only took about 10 minutes for me to realize the instructions were stitched to the Burley and staring me in the face.  So, I figured I may as well take a lookie loo.

This is going to take some getting used to...for both of us.

The careful, responsible father in me thought it would be a bad idea to hop on the bike and fly down the hill at 25 mph.  (Ok, it’s because grandma was watching and she would have killed me.)  So, I walked the bike for a few minutes to gauge Worm’s reaction.

 

Forget about helmets!  Let’s ride!

Cruisin' With the Wind in Our Hair!

(Ok, don’t be stupid.  Always wear a helmet when you ride a bike unless you’re interested in brain damage or death from head trauma.  The pictures shown here have been staged and altered to look as if I am riding.  I’ve photoshopped out the guy wires and parachute pack to make me look daring and dangerous!

A certain dog in my house needs more affection (I’m talking about you, Duncan) than the other (like you Frodo, who probably wouldn’t even notice our absence if we dropped you off in the neighbor’s backyard for a few weeks).  Lack of affection and attention on the first dog results in things like counter surfing and pillow shredding.  Lack of affection and attention on the second dog results in his blissful happiness.

Ever since the baby arrived, the affection doled out onto the dogs has gone from steaks to scraps.

The pre-baby hierarchy of affection received (from the big fish to little fish) went like this:

The Totem Pole of Affection

And that worked out almost perfectly for Duncan.  Once we added Gavin to the mix, everything and everyone got pushed farther down and rearranged….

The new hierarchy looks like this:

Who's the King Now?

As you can see, the Worm gets most of the affection these days.  He averages about 4x the affection of any of the rest of us.  Is that a crime?  (Not for Worm!)  But the other members are getting restless in their ranks…you can see it on their faces!

Especially Duncan.

Duncan’s attitude has degraded.  He now tries to do everything he can to earn some attention from me.  He stares at me for hours now just hoping I make eye contact.  (He’ll do it to the point of falling asleep standing up.)  I could be walking around the house and wherever I turn, Duncan always seems to be standing in front of me.  He will sit and lick my leg obsessively like I’m a giant grape lollipop.  (I can’t help but feel uncomfortably weird after 30 minutes of licking and there’s no sign of quitting.)  Weimaraners are a needy breed, but this neediness is on a whole other level.  It’s escalated into “I want to bathe in your sweat” stalker level!

It’s creepy to be stalked from morning to night.  (But, A small part of me thinks it’s kind of cool to be so desirable to someone.)  I’ve got to find a way to spend more time with Duncan without neglecting the baby.  I just wish they had the same interests.  How easy would it be if I could just throw a frisbee to each of them in the yard, or let them each chase squirrels in the canyon?  (Wouldn’t that be awesome if I could train teach Worm to catch a frisbee in his mouth?)  If I don’t come up with something soon, Duncan’s going to kill me, stuff me, and shove me under his dog bed so that he doesn’t have to share me with anyone else and we can be together forever and ever and ever.

I hope it’s not too late.  I can already see the crazy in his eyes.

Especially on me!  Even though this pic was taken last summer, it feels like a decade ago.

Summertime Napping With Daddy!

Worm’s got an uncle in Florida. A nice uncle. An uncle that will bestow upon him all the latest gadgets and gizmos that his generation will fawn over.  I have a strong feeling that this uncle (let’s call him Faldo to protect his innocence, if he’s got any left) will be the go to guy when Worm wants something and mean Mommy and unreasonable Daddy won’t buy it.

Uncle Faldo loves his nephew from afar, which means he expresses his affection mainly in gifts.  At least for now, the Worm’s too young to understand where gifts come from.  But when he realizes that uncle Faldo has the power of a year-round St. Nick and can be reached instantly via phone rather than snail mail, trouble (for Steph and I) will surely come.  (I can just hear it now…”But Dad, all the cool kids at school got one!  You suck!  I want to go live with uncle Faldo!”)

Enter the first of Uncle Faldo’s generous presents…the VTech Alphabet Train.  It’s so big, it may need a parking space in the garage.

Chicks Dig a Nice Set of Wheels!