First of all, can you stand the cuteness? Look at those hats! I love me some Baby Gap.
It's a damn good thing they are so stinking cute because otherwise I would be real bitter right now.
Because it is all their fault.
What could I possibly blame those adorable little specimens for you ask? Well, I'll tell you.
They are entirely to blame for robbing me of the eensy-weensy, tiny little bit of coolness I had left in me.
And with it they took my dignity.
Because today was the day we pulled the new Town and Country into the driveway.
That's right. Mama is rocking a minivan.
When the ultrasound tech hit me with the shocking news that there were two babies taking residence in my uterus my husband danced around the room pumping his fists in the air like he had just won the Showcase Showdown on the Price is Right.
I sat stunned and silent and finally muttered, "But, that means we're going to need to buy a minivan."
And today we did.
Why is it called a minivan?
I swear I thought I would hit an iceberg on my way home. My son said it best as he sat in the 3rd row, "It looks like I'm in an airplane."
At least that's what I think he said. It was hard to hear what he was saying. There is about 50 yards between the driver's seat and the 3rd row.
People love them. I'm sure I will grow to love it too. Someday.
In the meantime, does anybody need a ride? I can take 6 of you!