Anyone else think there will be a mini Baby Boom nine months from Earth Hour?

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The Murano is starting to leave us tell tale clues that it might be time to find another family car. While the Miata is such a pure joy to drive, we usually have to leave someone at home alone. And since Nathan isn’t allowed in the front seat it has to be him. And CPS really frowns on that so we thought maybe the trunk. Nope, save yourself some time. Babies cry a lot in there. No, what you have to do is get a commuter car that will hold your family. David is leaning towards a mini van for the family car. I’m leaning towards a zippy little thing to get him to and fro faster and using less foreign oil. Global warming, baby, we’re all about it! We observed Earth Hour and everything! We just disagree about how to solve our current car issues. We’ll figure it out I’m sure.

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While we were discussing the cars I planted myself fair and square in the “Girl Camp.” “I guess my only real request is that whatever we get has leather seats because they are easier to clean and if it could be a light blue with sparklies that’d be cool too.” I should slap my own forehead. Although the Chrysler 300? In the pretty clearwater blue? I had the briefest desire to roll around naked on one of them. Then I remembered we left the sunscreen at home and it was between 10 - 2 which we all know are the prime burning hours.

So for now Nathan will continue to ride in the trunk or we’ll continue to hope the transmission on the Nissan doesn’t fallout on 101.

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The baby bucket car seat, the swing, and the bouncy chair went into storage today. For three milliseconds there was great joy in my living room returning to a real room that wasn’t designed by Fisher Price in a Rain Forest Jungle theme. And then my kid looked at me and smiled really big - so proud of the fact he was standing next to and playing with his blocks on the coffee table. It was all I could do not run screaming after David to bring it back! Bring it back! I’m not ready for him to grow out of babyhood and into toddlerhood just yet. Yes, he has four full fledged teeth. I understand the tote was full of clothes, socks, and shoes he has completely outgrown. Sure, he is beginning to put words and ideas together in a way that makes sense. Is it a delight to watch? Well of course. However it doesn’t mean I’m ready for my petit garcon to grow up. Not yet. Look at this face:

How can you not want to spend every single second with him plotting whatever he is plotting behind those eye brows?