The new car

When we lived in Chicago, we had no need for a car so neither of us owned one when we met. After four years of no car, Jon got a job that required a car. He bought our Toyota Corolla and before I was allowed inside, he gave me a list of rules. No greasy food or chocolate in the car. No drinking dark liquids in the car. I had to track the mileage every time I filled up and calculate the MPG.

When he told me all of this, I literally laughed out loud because I thought he was joking. He was not joking. But eventually I wore him down. And when I got pregnant, all bets were off. Because when you carry twins, your husband better let you eat whatever you freaking want in the car.

For five years, we had the Corolla and only the Corolla. We made it three years with twins with one car. We spent a LOT of time together. If we needed to go somewhere with the car, either everyone had to go or you were stuck at home. Since I telecommute and Jon travels, I am ALWAYS HOME. After our Thanksgiving road trip, we realized we needed another car, one with a little more space. A family car.

When Jon and I started car shopping, it quickly became apparent we would never be able to compromise and both be happy. We went to a car show and I almost had a heart attack when he sat in a sedan. When you are married to someone who is 6'4" and you ride in a Corolla, you NEVER get the armrest. I wanted a car where I got the armrest. After much discussion, we decided to NOT compromise and the new car would be my car. MY CAR! In the end, we bought a silver Honda CR-V. A family car yet still relatively fuel efficient.

Yesterday at lunch, Jon and I took the maiden voyage in the new car. We drove around with the sunroof open. We programmed NPR on the radio. We went to Sonic where I ordered cherry limeade and cheese tots. Jon said it was a good reminder the new car is MY CAR because no way would the maiden voyage in his car include staining fluids and cheesy greasy foods.

Jon installed car seats and we picked the boys up from day care in the new car. Nate was super excited and got in like he owned it. Alex talked a big game about the car, then had a complete freakout over the sunroof. He cried and cried and yelled, "I no like the sunroof!" I told Jon I was not backing down because we are going to be driving around with the sunroof open all summer in MY CAR. Eventually Alex stopped crying.

It was gorgeous again yesterday so we all ate dinner outside. I played with the boys while Jon cleaned up. Before going inside, Alex climbed into my lap, put his arms around my neck, kissed my cheek, and said, "I like the sunroof."

That's my boy.