Out with the old, in with the new

I finally got excited about the new car.  I drove my old car to the dealership and I was feeling ok about letting go of it.  I was good until we were driving out of the lot in the new car and I was looking at the old car in the mirror.  Then I cried.  I shed a few tears and thought I was done about a block or two up the road.  I had moved on with no looking back...until Daren told me that he left some books in the car and we had to go back!  What?!  I have to leave the lot once again seeing the car in the mirror?!  I felt like I got a do-over and did much better the second time...thankfully. 

Now I am trying to find out what the personality of the new car is.  It's a little smaller than my old car...and hey, who doesn't want to be a little smaller?  I know I do!  I am excited that I am finally losing some of my baby weight and hope that it keeps up.  I stayed the same weight for so long...about 20 lbs more than my pre-baby weight.  And since Max started walking, and me chasing after him non-stop, I started losing a little.  With the help of some daycare cooties I lost a few more and now only have 10 more pounds to lose to get back to where I was before. 

The car also fits in with what Daren and I have been talking about lately.  We are trying to get away from the more, more, bigger attitude and are trying to cut back where we can and get rid of things we don't need or don't love to make life easier, simpler and in the end more enjoyable. Ok, so we probably could have gotten away with out buying a brand new car, but we are hoping to have it for 10 years so in the end it fit with what we needed and wanted.

The car will get it's real test this week.  I have to take some things to my Mother's house for a garage sale and I'll get to see exactly how much I can fit into it.  My expectations are high.

I had one other new event happen this weekend.  Last night when Max woke up at his usual time, about 1-2 hours after we put him down for the night, he woke up and instead of just crying, he started crying "Mama"!  And of course I had been feeling under the weather(darn cooties again) and Daren got up to take care of him :(  I felt bad that the first time he called my name I didn't go take care of him.  But I know he loves his Daddy just as much and was just as happy to have him there to help him back to sleep.  Thank you Daddy.