New Car

I was right, the road trip going home was interesting. But before we get to that let me back track. We had a great time in Oklahoma City. I spent half of Saturday with my mom, spent some time with my friends and their wonderful kids, took care of some loose ends, and Cary even bought me a new car. We had a wonderful time.

The thing with a brand new off the lot car is that you're so careful not to spill anything in it and you drive it like it's going to scratch if somebody looks at it the wrong way. You're so careful that all your effort is waisted. I drove it home from the dealership and I was finally calming down from the chaos. (Evelyn would not stop crying, and there is nothing in the world like a mad baby while you're signing your life away for a loan. And you know they never hurry when you're stressed out.) I was on the Kilpatrick Turn Pike when I noticed a car on the side of the road. Naturally I got into the left hand lane to pass him. What I did not notice was his front bumper laying in the left hand lane, which I ran over. It was the most awful sound I have ever heard. I said a few choice words and Jaxson started hysterically laughing and telling me he was going to tell Daddy. Have you ever had to beg to a four year old to keep his mouth shut? It's not that easy. We made it home without anything else going wrong, and of course I kept my eye on the rear view mirror just to make sure my car wasn't going to lose anything.

The next day Cary had to take the car up to the dealership to get detailed and to fill out the warranty paperwork. That night my mother said she would watch the kids for a date night. Of course we ended up fighting. It's not that we fight a lot, we really don't, it's that all of our fights end up being a hilarious story. We decided to cut our losses from the night and went home to my mother's house. Now, the house is on a hill. Not a steep hill but the car is very low. He backed up and hit the curb with the back bumper, pulled forward and I swear half the car was hanging by one screw. Of course he fixed it but now there is a huge scratch on the bumper. That's when I decided to come clean about my little incident. I didn't feel so bad now, my boo boo wasn't nearly as bad as his.

We had a great time in OKC but all good things come to an end. So we packed up and we were on our way home. I drove half way there with nothing happening. I pulled into a Shell gas station for a gas, diaper change, potty break and then Cary would drive the rest of the way home. An hour into the exchange Doggy jumped into my lap with something all over him. I cleaned him up with baby wipes, and I reluctantly looked in the back seat to see what it was. Being a mother has taught me not to ask a lot of questions, but there are some things I can't ignore. Sure enough the puppy threw up in the back seat and all over my poor ole Doggy. To make matters worse Jaxson saw it. Jaxson has a VERY weak stomach and can't handle any bodily fluids from anybody... or anything. As soon as I saw his eyes look down I knew we were in trouble, and he threw up ON the puppy.

I really miss that new car smell...