in the words of Dora the Explorer

“We did it! lo hicimos!”

C’mon all you mamas – you know you’re singing the rest of the song now.

In all seriousness, we have parted with our much beloved but much problem-causing Volkswagon.  The dear girl will forever hold a special place in our hearts.  It is, after all, the car I drove back in my single days in DC and it is, in fact, the car I drove to a certain Metro station to meet a certain young man nine years ago.

Where I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Our very first first date I was supposed to meet Marcus at the Ballston Metro Station.  I waited outside the station for nearly two hours.  He was waiting inside the station.  Who doesn’t pop their head out of the train station to see if someone’s waiting up there? It was fated from the start – there’s no other explanation as to why I would have sat there in this car outside of a Cosi Sandwich Bar for that long.

And yes, we had three first dates because all three were total and complete disasters in their own rights – involving not only protracted wait times but also ill-fitting suits, misunderstandings, and yes, projectile vomiting.

 

goodbye sweet prince.  you have been a faithful companion for many years.

i’m not too ashamed to admit that i did shed a couple tears as marcus drove away in the jetta – blame the pregnancy hormones.

and then he came home with this monster…

the MV…

the Swagger Wagon…

the latest addition to the Van Clan…

I must publicly thank my friends Anne, Jen and Lauri for pointing out that I was being prejudiced against the minivan and that it would, in fact, change my life.

And oh, how it has… even though I’ve driven it a total of 3 times.

Lumbar back support – yes please!

Backup monitor – check!

XM satellite radio – who knew?!

Controls on the steering wheel to answer your cell phone – hello hands free!

And the space – OH the space – it is, in a word, luxurious.

And oh-so-C-L-E-A-N!!! (Seriously, Marcus made Emilia take her shoes off when we rode around in it on Sunday).  Hilar.