As Remo mentioned in his comment, we have a new van.
My other van, a silver Dodge Caravan, was seven years old, and had just under 135,000 miles on it. Aside from the wear and tear associated with hauling all of us around, it's had some serious (read: expensive) mechanical difficulties over the last year or so. That, coupled with a drivers' side window that was broken, rear windshield wipers that didn't work, a temperamental heater that heated once you got to your destination, and a speedometer that was possessed by the devil...we decided it was time.
(The van was sighing, for pete's sake, every time I turned the engine off. As I started it up one icy morning recently, I swear heard it mutter "Bitch, are you kidding me ??")
We started hunting around last weekend, narrowing down the field, then we snuck onto some lots with all the kids and put our eggs in the carton, so to speak. We toyed with SUV's, to get me out of the van rut, but I didn't want one. There really isn't much room in those things, and the boys, well, they are only growing about a foot a week these days, so I had that to consider.
We tried another Caravan, but Nolan had to fold himself up into an origami swan to get into the back, so that was out. We were going to try the Honda Odyssey, but I had yet another one of my "This is the right one" moments that drive Mr W crazy (they occur often on the first item I see) when I saw the Nissan Quest.
I knew it was the best choice once I saw the kids in it, and the stars were in alignment, I guess, because we bought it yesterday. I say "bought it" but what I should say is "signed my life away for the next few years, in triplicate."
It's Lakeshore Slate, which is the fancy way of saying "blue-gray" with a gray interior. There's not much in the way of bells and whistles on it, I wanted it that way, except...except...there IS a DVD player in it, and it came with wireless headphones, and I am so very happy to have that in the arsenal for those days when they can't get along and my sanity is on the line, I just can't tell you.
Audrey has turned into mini-Vanna White, she shows anyone who will listen all the features, gliding her little hand over whatever it is she is pointing out. The boys love it, too.
So, in response to the comment Remo left me, let me repeat: There will be no van christening. Even though we have the capability of watching porn and making out in the backseat, it's not gonna happen.
I did all my backseat gymnastics in high school, and now I'm working on getting a medal inside my own four walls.
If only I could get past that Romanian judge, I'd be a shoe-in for the gold.