While at the car dealership Adam told anyone that would listen, “We getting a ‘wan’, because we having a new baby and need lots of room.” And if for no other reason, that alone is enough to make me excited about my new wheels. This car will be the one that brings our newest little one home from the hospital. That’s a pretty awesome thing.
I’m also looking forward to the sliding doors. No more worrying about dinging the car next to mine when I’m getting one of the boys in or out of their seats in a crowded parking lot. No more making Adam wait to get in the car while I buckle up Luke.
And I’m excited about the “trunk” space. It will definitely make traveling with the kids/luggage/stroller/pack-and-play/etc a whole lot easier. Dave won’t get to practice his tetris-like packing skills as much, but we’ll also probably be able to see out the rear window better.
Plus, this van will have bluetooth capabilities. So I’ll be able to talk on my cell, without actually holding the phone. This is not only much safer, but in this state it’s much more legal.
There’s a backup camera too. Which will help me to see if there are any stray toys in the driveway. It should also prevent anyone (ahem, Dave) from backing in to trees in campgrounds with my vehicle.
Those are the silver linings I’ve found so far. I’m sure there will be more. I mean this van is seven years newer than my current wheels. There are bound to be a lot of other positive differences. And Dave promised to get me satellite radio (the van we got doesn’t come with it – in order to get one with satellite radio I’d have had to get leather seats and leather seats just don’t seem like a good idea with little kids).
So yeah, satellite radio. I’m spoiled, I know.
Oh, one more quick van-related story before I end this. When we first got to the dealership yesterday we were greeted by one of the salesmen. After he introduced himself to me and Dave, Adam piped up and said, “And I’m Adam.” The salesman shook Adam’s hand and said, “Hi Adam. I’m Josh.” Adam responded with, “Pleased to meet you Josh. I’m three years old and I can’t read.”
That kid kills me.