I realized that I forgot to mention the departure of my "baby", and the arrival of a new member of the family.
When Andy and I had been married about 11 months he had finished his tech school, was in more in depth training at Beale AFB in California, over 2000 miles from our families, and we were thinking about babies.
We owned a tiny little 1994 toyota pickup, and a 1973 Volkswagen beetle, which Andy felt the need to take apart on a regular basis, and because of that, often did not run.
It was time for a new car.
So, we drove one or two cars, looked at a few advertisements, then - we walked into the Toyota dealership, told them what we wanted, and bought it. We didn't bargain at all. They said, want the security system, it's already on there... We said sure. They said, want the prepaid maintenance plan - oil changes, tire rotation, etc, rolled into your loan? Even though your husband can do those things for much cheaper, and you wouldn't have to pay interest....
Yeah, we were suckers. But, we sure have loved that car, for eight years now. We brought home both our babies from the hospital in that car. Drove it from base to base to base in our military adventures. And we even used Andy's deployment money and to pay it off early, so at least we didn't pay quite as much interest on those wasteful extras as we could have.
Goodbye little Matrix.
It held two children with no problem. But now that we are seriously working toward three (or more) Andy wanted something bigger. So, about four weeks ago we bought a 2003 Chevrolet Tahoe. The first two weeks I just kept driving my Matrix, and let the Tahoe just sit there, and grow on me. But, we sold the Matix last week, and now the Tahoe is my full time car.
I have decided I love it.
It is a gas guzzler, which Andy is working on adjusting. But it has fabulous pick up, is high up so I can see over things, and holds 8 people.
Remember those six months after the seizure when I couldn't drive and I had to ask for people to give me rides? Now it is my turn to give others rides. Last week I had 9 in there, for just a few minutes. Two mommies, a four month old, a two year old, two four year olds, an "almost" seven year old, an eight year old and for about 200 yards, a 10 year old. We were just dropping him off at the youth center, which he was perfectly capable of walking to, but it was raining, so he squashed himself into the seat with his sister. Fun times!!
As sad as it was, for old times sake, well, out with the old, in with the new!