I work in childcare, and babysit often. There are two carseats in the back of my car that are constantly being removed and reinstalled when I take my brothers or friends places, so I've become quite adapt at doing it! Doesn't make it any easier though…

"I have got this thing under control, Becs!" Jesse said cheerfully, as he pulled the box from the backseat of her car. "I mean, I've never done this before, but how hard can it be?"

"There are professionals for this, Jesse", Beca reminded him, as Jesse slit the masking tape holding the box together. "And I'm just saying, you are not one of those people".

"Beca", Jesse said emphatically, "People install car seats into their cars every single day. I mean, you've seen people driving around with a whole minivan full of car seats! How difficult can it be?"

"Okay", Beca sang, taking a seat on the porch and resting her hands on her pregnant belly. "And I'm going to sit back and watch this whole thing unfold".

"Who'll be laughing at the end of this?" Jesse said smugly, as he pulled the seat from the box. He frowned a little at the amount of straps and buckles hanging out of the plastic, and Beca chuckled.

"Still me".

"I've got this", Jesse informed her, setting the whole contraption down on the driveway and unfolding the book of instructions. "Isn't it lovely that we got a seat that will last this baby for a long time?"

"It's wonderful". Beca grinned from the veranda, pulling out her phone.

(Yeah, she was totally documenting that moment. It was totally going in the baby book.)

Jesse spent a solid twenty minutes reading the instructions, before popping the trunk of Beca's car.

"This is easy as pie", Jesse said smugly.

Ten minutes later, he was tangled in a knot of buckles and straps, hanging out of the backseat of Beca's car.

"Jesse, dear-"

"I've got this!" Jesse said, emerging from the car and pulling the seat with him. "Right, this needs a new approach. Alright… where did I put the instructions… okay". He sat back down on the grass, unfolding the instruction booklet again.

"Jesse, let me see-"

"No, go sit down, you're pregnant".

"I'm pregnant, not disabled!" she said in disgust. "Let me look".

Jesse frowned at her insistence, passing her the instruction booklet.

"Alright. Put the seat back in the car, Jess".

Jesse obeyed, turning to Beca seriously.

(Apparently she was just better at that sort of thing. He didn't know how.)

It took them a solid forty minutes, but in the end, they had a car seat installed for their baby son or daughter, when he or she made their arrival.

"That seat's not going anywhere", Jesse declared, high fiving his wife.

"I don't know what you were complaining about", Chloe said from halfway inside her car, as she hooked the anchor through the buckle. "Is this really that hard?"

"Who invited her?" Beca grumbled.

Having as many aunts and uncles as she did, Molly was constantly taken for playdates with them. And they would request her car seat, either from Jesse's car or Beca's (because Beca had insisted they get a second one, which had taken Jesse half the time to install into his own car).

But, much to Beca's disgust, Chloe found it easy to buckle into her own car.

"Get your own seat next time", Jesse complained to her (even though as time wore on, he did not find it nearly as difficult. He was even considering himself an expert, despite what his wife said).

"She cannot be big enough to get another car seat", Jesse complained, as he swung his daughter into the air. "I mean, Molly can still fit into this seat!"

"Barely", Beca objected, as she scanned the shelves. "Seriously, Jess. She's too big. The seats we have are for babies".

"She's a baby!" he protested, and Molly patted his cheek soothingly.

"Dada", she giggled.

"Thanks, baby. Look! She's still a baby!"

But despite Jesse's protesting (Beca stood her ground, but it upset her greatly that her little girl wasn't a baby any more. She was almost one and big enough for the next car seat, and she wanted to cry), they left the store that day with two new car seats.

And that afternoon when they put Molly down for her nap, the baby monitor resting on the driveway, they pulled the seats from their cars and tore open the boxes.

"This doesn't look as complicated", Jesse said slowly.

And by the time that Molly was awake; her parents had two brand new car seats installed beside the passenger seats in their cars. She grinned toothily at them, and Beca beamed back at her daughter.

"See? Molly loves it!"

(His girls had him wrapped around their little fingers, much to their amusement. Jesse was going to be so screwed when Molly got older.)

"These seats are so much easier to install then the last one", Stacie said confidently, as she, balancing Molly on her hip, anchored the car seat into her own car.

"Why don't you just get one for your car?" Beca questioned, closing the backseat of her car. "I mean, that's how often you take my kid!"

"Because I need the backseat of my car to be free", Stacie explained, before placing Molly into the seat.

"Gross", Beca muttered. "Don't scar my baby".

Stacie grinned. "Aunt Stacie wouldn't do that, would she punchkin?"

"You've got to help Daddy, Molls", Jesse said quietly, as he draped a blanket over his sleeping wife. "While Mummy's sleeping, we've got to put the seats in the car".

"For the baby?" she questioned, and Jesse nodded.

"Yep".

"Where seats?"

"Your baby brother or sister will use your old seats", he explained, opening the garage door. The garage had been the storage space for all the things that Molly didn't use- her old swing and bouncer, along with a selection of bottles and sippy cups, all boxed in crates. While Jesse had moved the cot into the new baby's room to assemble (Beca had found out she was pregnant the week after he had taken down the cot. One week earlier and he could have saved himself a whole day worth of drama), Beca had washed all of their newborn sheets, and Molly had spent the day playing with toys that she had forgotten about.

"My old seat!" she giggled, as Jesse pulled down one of the newborn seats.

"It is!" Jesse agreed, taking her hand and leading her out into the driveway. Opening the backseat of Beca's car, he frowned slightly. "Now Molly, when the new baby comes, you're gonna move seats!"

"No, I a big girl. I sit there".

"No, baby, you're gonna sit behind the driver. You're gonna sit behind the driver because you're a big girl now. The baby is gonna sit in their seat, right there".

"I see baby?"

"You'll still be able to see the baby", he assured her. "They're going to sit in this seat here, and you're gonna sit here. But you'll still be able to see your brother or sister!"

"We play", she decided.

"Maybe not right away, sweetheart".

"Why?"

"Because the baby will be very very little, and they're going to need Mummy a lot".

Molly frowned slightly. "I play?"

"You can play, though".

With Molly's assistance, while his wife slept, he installed the infant car seats they owned into both of their cars, before swapping positions for Molly's seat. He took the car seat from his own car, popping it into the trunk of Beca's, because when Beca went to the hospital to have their new baby, Molly and that car seat would be deposited at one of her aunts' or uncles' houses.

(Stacie was determined it was going to be hers, but Beca had declared that it was whoever was closer.)

"Daddy's an expert now, Molly!" he said cheerfully, slamming the door.

"Go Daddy!" and she patted his cheek gently, grinning cheekily.

"Two kids is enough. We are not having any more", Beca declared, as she wrestled her three year old and her six month old into the car. "Hear that Swanson?"

"Every day since Zac was born", Jesse mumbled, opening the driver's side backseat door, as he plopped his daughter into her seat. "Molly Claire, sit still!"

"What?" Beca snapped at him.

"Nothing, dear". He grinned, and Beca rolled her eyes.

(There six and a half years until her kids were able to get into the car and do up their seatbelts on their own. Not that she was counting.)