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lessons to be learned

We wore the same underwear for 48 hours. It could have been worse.

We've been in the market for a new car for the past couple of months. Our van needed major repairs, and we were feeling uneasy about continuing to dump money in a family vehicle that wasn't reliable. Mike had been agonizing over the decision for a while. I, on the other hand, was too preoccupied with life and figured the best way to cure the problem was to ignore it!

But we decided that a trip to the car dealer on New Year's Day would be appropriate. We gathered some snacks for the car since we were leaving right before lunch and travelled to Indy. The kids and I hung out in the car for the afternoon while Mike talked to the salesman.

We left the dealership so we could crunch numbers and talk about our options. After letting the kids burn some energy at an indoor playground, we came back with our offer. The dealer didn't budge and neither did Mike. We left. It was 3:30; they were closing at 4.

We called back right before closing to see if they would split the difference. They agreed, but they were closing in five minutes. We would have to return tomorrow.

Fine. We were going to be proud owners of a 2007 Honda Odyssey. We were happy.

We ate dinner and decided it would be fun to spontaneously spend the night in Indy. But we had nothing. NOTHING. No pjs for the kids. No camera. No swimsuits. No FACE SOAP. HOW WOULD I SURVIVE????

I called my friend, Molly. She had dinner guests but gave us a bag of swimsuits, pjs for the kids, one toothbrush, and a small bottle of facial moisturizer.

We proudly walked into the beautiful Embassy Suites lobby with our plastic grocery bags. (I guess I need practice taking good pictures with my cell phone :)



Let the adventure begin.

Jonah told us he loved us and thanked us no less than 9 times. In the pool this morning I asked him about his favorite part of Christmas break. Was it Christmas morning or time at the hotel? I bet you can guess what he said.

We made lasting memories and came home with a new mini-van. Who cares if we wore our underwear a bit too long.