Odyssey

I didn't want to buy a minivan because of it what it meant. If you have a minivan, you're officially like an old mom or something. You're something not cool. But after squeezing between Jory's and Sasha's and Jory's and Rowan's carseats in our Ford station wagon (not anything like the station wagons I grew up with...station wagons now-a-days are sedans with a hatchback attached) I knew there was no way Layla's carseat would fit back there so I knew I had to make the upgrade, especially since at the time I thought I needed room for baby number four too.

So I tested out some minivans, I remember getting in a Dodge minivan and the car feeling so big and long that I knew Jory and I could never have a convo. The Odyssey seemed big enough to carry my growing family, yet wasn't a gigantic boat.

I like our Odyssey though at times it's hard to hear Jory sitting all the way in the back and based on the mess he creates back there a bit too far from me, but there has to be some compromises.

On the way to AWANA, I hear my innocent, precious, tiny, baby boy ask, "What's a stripper?"

WHAT?!?!!?! "No more talking!" I commanded. I didn't even ask what he and Sami were talking about. It didn't even matter because whatever it was it was inappropriate and my baby had no need to know what a stripper was. And I'm not sure why my eight-year-old cousin even knows what one is.