|The photo that started it all.|
So I (actually, WE - because there is no way Jason is NOT taking some of the blame) placed the idea to the back of my mind. Plus, we wanted a smaller car for Cairo. So we justified our current sedan situation. And forgot about it for a while. Until it came time to install a different car seat for Kellen into our beloved Beemer. The car seat I spent literally five hours of internet research on. The top-of-the-line Sunshine Kids Car Seat. The "narrow profile" car seat that [supposedly] can sit three car seats across in a standard sedan. The car seat to end all car seats. I even found it, brand new, on eBay for about half of its retail value. Score!!
And then I put it in to the car. Kellen's still rear-facing, so I installed it as such. Or I should say attempted to install it. It wouldn't snug down in the middle of the row, and Abby's booster seat wouldn't fit beside it even if it could. So, I put it behind the passenger seat. But the back of the car seat reached so far forward that you had to push the passenger seat forward to accommodate the car seat behind it. Making for very uncomfortable ride in the passenger seat. And this is a car that should feel like nothing BUT comfort. To make matters worse, I couldn't get the [insert expletive] car seat to snug into place. It moved far more than one inch side-to-side. It moved more like two feet side-to-side no matter what I did.
Convinced that the car seat was incompatible with the car, I went to Target and bought a different (albeit not top-of-the-line) car seat. It fit. Score!! But the passenger seat still had to be pushed up five inches or so. Damn. Insert children into car, fill trunk with stroller, add diaper bag, back packs, DS bags, and Starbucks mug. It's, at it's very BEST...cozy. On most days you feel like you're smashed in like sardines.
It was Jason who caved first. Ok, caved is the wrong term. I am pretty sure I pushed him over the edge. I was complaining, whining, really even meowing about driving the tiny car with the three kids and he said: "It's time we [insert expletive] grow up. Get rid of the BMW and get something to fit our family." Yes, it was time to break up with our BMW.
I HATE buying vehicles. But he was right. And as he further pointed out, we needed to get rid of our second car, the Kia Rio, since we only needed one car overseas. Again, he was right. Grrrr. We were (amazingly) able to reach an agreement on what type of vehicle: an SUV/Crossover with a 3rd row seat.
|The night of the break up.|
So I called another dealership and spoke with them about a Borrego I had seen on auto trader. The salesman couldn't have been less enthusiastic. In fact, he seemed bothered by my call. Dude. I demand someone who WANTS to sell me a car! I have a specific vehicle in mind! I might as well serve myself on a silver platter. I'm not dealing with someone who's not going to work to get me exactly what I want.
|My new dream date.|
|They took this sight unseen.|
Thankfully, my husband had the foresight years ago to sign a POA for me (and I did the same for him), because the Kia was in his name alone. When all the paperwork was done, and they agreed to take our second vehicle - UNSEEN (although, I had brought detailed photos) - and all was agreed upon, my dad drove me back to my house. I got the Kia, drove to pick up the baby, and grabbed a quick bite to eat at McD's (Oh, I do love a Happy Meal). Drove back to Cuyahoga Falls (it's about an hour drive), and I signed the papers at 8:30PM. Installed the car seat base (with absolute ease!), and popped Kellen in the new car. And I loved the smooth quiet ride home. Sure it doesn't have the purr of the BMW acceleration. Or leather seats. And my cupholder doesn't warm my Starbucks. And sadly, it doesn't have a sunroof. But boy, does it have legroom. And a great stereo, and cupholders. Lots of them. In fact, it's has everything we need. Kellen blissfully slept the whole way home.
Today the kids got into the car. Owen climbed into the 3rd row, Abby in the middle with Kellen. All were happy, with their own space, and I had my sanity. Maybe it's not so bad to grow up.
|No longer sardines! See Owen's head poking out in the back? The FAR back!|