Minivan

I always said I'd never own a minivan.  I had to rock out in a blue 1995 Plymouth Voyager minivan growing up.  

I hated it.  

I hated the way we had to use our foot to kick the sliding door shut, cause it was so dang hard to close.  I hated the way it looked.  I hated that the "way back" back seat was always so dang hot in the summertime, cause the A/C wasn't powerful enough to make it all the way back there, and with those awful windows that only push open a crack no outside air could help with the temperature either.  I hated that at 16 I had to learn to drive in it.  I especially hated that it wasn't automatic, making it even more difficult for me to learn to drive - the clutch, shifting the gear, driving the massive thing, blegh.  

But I also loved it.  

I loved that it was spacious enough for my 3 siblings and I.  I loved the many road trips we took in it.  I loved that my mom was able to be the "soccer mom" hauling a minivan full of girls to and from soccer games and practice.  

and now it looks like I'll be the owner of one.  Soon.  While I love Razzle, our lovely Red Nissan Sentra, she just isn't big enough for our family.  Especially with the need for 3 car seats...

            

Yep, it's official.  We need a minivan.  Not sure exactly when, more details to come later.