I dream of Mini

Minivans, that is.

Yes, the vehicle of my dreams right now is a minivan.

Ah, the seating space. Ah, the storage capabilities. Ah, the sliding doors... one push of a button and they open!

Before Eden was born, we wondered if three car seats would even fit in the back of our cute little Corolla. Obviously they do, but not without complains daily. Teah can hardly fit her fingers down to buckle herself in her booster. Havi often gets jostled when I close the door. it sometimes takes a couple tries to get it closed. I don't even want to talk about the Kindergarten carpool. all I can say is that it's just a couple blocks on residential roads and I don't go more than 20mph.

I used to have some of those feet stickers on the back of my car window, and they're gone now for a couple reasons--

1. I get it, it's not so cool anymore if it ever was.

2. I really don't want FIVE pairs of toes telling everyone exactly how many Montaños are crammed in this car. if we were closer to Mexico, border patrol might think we're trying to smuggle people across.

I know my generation is supposed to hate minivans with a vengeance, and I used to, but practicality and three car seats have brought me a change of heart. I've exchanged sins- pride for envy. Yes, I now envy all those lucky people out there with sliding doors that open with a push of a button, cargo space, seating for seven or eight... ahhh.

So if you ever see me driving around in a minivan with a HUGE smile on my face, you'll get it. Besides, April drives a minivan, and really, who doesn't want to be like April?

confession

When I'm running outside and I see that I'm going to cross paths with another runner, I speed up. If I see that the other runner is female, it's even worse.

I'm really not a fast runner, I've never claimed to be, so I don't know who I'm trying to impress. I have got to let go of some of this competitive spirit.

dabbling

The baby. (for you, B)

Her 'thing' is: one thumb in her mouth, one thumb in my mouth. She does this when she's tired.

Two problems:

1) my girls' wardrobes were needy.

2) Grandma's sewing machine was feeling lonely and neglected.

One solution: these dresses!

Fashionista

Ever since my sister requested a picture of Havi everyday she dresses herself, I've kept the camera close at hand whenever this little chica gets dressed. So, here you go sistas, the rules of fashion according to Havi:

1. Just because no one else at Joy School dresses like this doesn't mean it's a bad thing.

2. Skirt + pants= can't go wrong.

3.Who says you can't wear a Halloween shirt in February?

4. Hot pink boots. 'Nuf said.

5. Christmas socks with pink boots or black mary janes? Yes, please!