A New CAR. . .

(I cannot hear or say or see that phrase without hearing Rod Roddy's voice in my head)

. . . only it's not new, just new to me. Still, I'm pretty excited to be joining the minivan club. Seriously, I am. If you're one of those moms who remains unconvinced let me ask you, what is better than heated leather seats, a six-disc CD changer, fold FLAT 3rd row seating, lots of room in the rear, a back up camera, AND power sliding doors. Not much. It's heaven! At least compared to my 10 year old Saturn Vue. LOVE that car by the way. It's just that it's dying, so it's time to move on.

On Sunday I was actually sad I didn't have anywhere to go and thus had no excuse to drive my car. On Saturday I practically invented a reason to go to Ikea (30 min away). SATURDAY at Ikea! Maybe I'm crazy, but it was worth it. And I am positively giddy with the thought of taking a road trip to St. George to visit my parents. Can't wait! It'll feel almost luxurious (if you think I'm exaggerating, then you've never been on a hwy in my Vue, now Ben's Vue). Plus Claire and Paige cannot touch each other! Yay! I don't even care that we don't have 3 kids yet. I will drive that minivan with pride til we do, and enjoy all the extra room in the meantime.

*the picture above is not of my actual car, but it is of the same year, model, and color.