Taking the Plunge

We're going to do it. We're really, truly going to do it.

Tomorrow morning, the Hubby and I are leaving the Ladybug with the in-laws while we go ... van shopping.

That's right. By July at the latest, we will be the proud owners of a minivan, which I believe somehow seals our parental fate.

Miss Olive turned 11 months old today. Sometime in the not-so-distant future, I foresee her needing a littler one as a playmate.

The Hubby has a Toyota Camry; I have a Hyundai Santa Fe. They're both 4-door vehicles that we could easily fit another kid and carseat in. But, kids come with SO much stuff.

And, what if we end up with more than two little critters? I hear officers aren't so fond of parents heading off on family vacations with a kiddo strapped to the roof. I want to make sure everyone in our family - however many people that ends up being - have a comfy place to ride on what I hope are many adventures to come.

So, we're taking the plunge. Friends have given the looks. They've said, "You're not really going to do it, right?" They hope we change our minds.

I know I should probably want something more hip to drive, but (shhhh, don't tell anyone) I don't. Have you seen the VW Routan and Toyota Sienna commercials? They're hilarious, and the parents driving those vans in the commercials are super cool.

Since we all know commercials don't lie, I feel I can safely say I'm looking forward to my new ultra hip status once I'm behind the wheels of a new minivan. Bring. It. On.

Adding a random bit of 11-month-old cuteness.