I really miss our van.
We finally fixed the window that fell down (previously mentioned in an older post) and then three other things went wrong. The starter, the battery and some pipe thing that was leaking. Our guy took the van and said he would need the week to fix it.
That was the day before we were scheduled to leave for PA for Thanksgiving.
So, we loaded up the car (which thankfully, had a lot of trunk space) and squeezed in for the 300 mile drive.
I know people rode like this before the wonderful invention of mini-vans, but I have no idea how they did it. The fighting that happens over the littlest things...it is quite ridiculous.
Actually, Abby and Caleb were not too bad. That might have something to do with the fact that they could play with the ipad and kindle and they both had lots of books to read. Now Noah, on the other hand-he was struggling.
The poor kid just wanted something to do. His books only entertained him for so long, he was too young to play the Alphabet car ride game with us and he did not understand why he was strapped down for so long in that blasted car seat.
He entertained himself by pulling Abby's hair and whining. It was delightful.
To all of the parents who drove cars without leg room and without DVD players before the blessed mini-van, I salute you. You are amazing and have the patience of a saint.