Pride in the Ride. These wheels are smoooooth. They drive like butter, turn on a dime, and fit all five of our kiddos snug as a bug (okay – maybe more like sardines – but that’s not Honda’s fault).
I can walk back to my peeps as if I were on a bus, our BOB double stroller fits perfectly in the huge rear storage space and the “press-one-button-to-slide-open-the-doors-while-I-carry-a-car-seat-in-each-arm” feature sold me in three seconds flat. Not to mention I don’t have to worry about my kids dinging the porsche next to us as they open the doors.
In my pre-maternal life I loathed the thought. But now I’m all about the mini (except when we can’t get up my parents’ street after a snow storm). The rest of the time, it’s blissful.
Me and the Odyssey. A match made in heaven.
My friend Kelly sent me this Toyota commercial today. Having just read about Jennie’s “Loser Cruiser” over at Segullah and with Mother’s day tomorrow, it was a no-brainer. Had to post.
Five children in four years, including two sets of twins, brought new meaning to Mary Oliver's earnest question. Our little people aren't so little anymore, but life is still wild, still precious. And this is my meager attempt to hold on, make it last. I love Doug, running, hiking in the mountains, oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, the edge of an ocean, and connecting with you here. So happy to have you along.