I used to dream about this car seat, no lie. I wanted one, I needed one, and when I finally opened it, I was not disappointed. I love that seat. Real, true love. It's soft, it's comfy, and it will keep my baby rear-facing so long that all of her friends will make fun of her. ::sigh::Madelynn? She doesn't know the difference between a Marathon and a Nautilus, nor would she care. But damn, I'm a happy Momma, and a happy Momma makes a happy baby. She looks pretty darn happy, right? It could possibly just be gas, but I'm thinking it's the car seat.