and this little abby....

...screamed all the way home. (but we'll get to that in a minute.)

Today was a whirlwind. Steve paid his ticket from the accident, I dropped of the last piece of my law school application, we went to the bank to get our loan for our the new BUNKWGN. We picked up Jake from school and then we headed up to Bountiful in Cocoa Puff (4 kids, 2 adults, honda accord, enough said) to get said BUNKWGN. Kids terrorized the place but somehow we still managed to get the guy to sell us the van. His office may never be the same.

Here's the scoop on the van (for those who like to know these things). It's a white (do they come in any other color?) Chevy 2002 Express 2500 with a 6 liter V8 engine. It has 27000 miles on it and the interior looks practically brand new. It was apparently the van that Jack Bauer and company didn't take out to blow up bad guys in. (No, really, it was a Fed fleet vehicle in a previous life.) It is also bi-fuel, meaning that it can run on natural gas (CNG) and on regular unleaded fuel. And the bi-fuel is OEM, so it came from Chevy that way and wasn't ghetto converted by somebody's shady brother in their backyard. The fuel automatically changes over, a phenomenon I experienced on the drive home...

when, after being in the car, the bank, the car dealership, and the car since 9am (it was now 1:15) this little Abby screamed all the way home. (here she is cute...this is the way we like to think about her...on the day when she couldn't stand to be the only Bunker not getting a haircut. I think I cut about 5 of the longest hairs on the back of her head. Steve couldn't even tell the difference.)

So she alternated between yell/moan/screaming "Mom" "Mama" "MOM-MAH!" "Mommy" and "I want to go to Old MacDonald's" "Please" "Please?!?" "Please!?!!!" And just flat out crying her eyes out. The whole way home. From Bountiful. For those of you non-Utahns, it was an hour drive. Comparable only to slow, spiraling, downward journey, with a long-lost Italian, to you-know-where.

When recounting the tale to his father, Jake mentioned that all he really wanted to do was go to sleep, but he couldn't because Abby kept begging for McDonald's.

Because the van is 12 passenger, I'm not sure who slept and who didn't. Those in the last two rows might just as well be in China somewhere. I think me and BUNKWGN are going to be good friends...

But we made it home, got Sam, went (at last) to Old McDonald's where all were satisfied with their fairy princess and race car toys, back to the bank, to Daddy's work, and then home. Where we all terrorized each other because we were, in reality, too pooped, to, well, you know...and then I whippped them all soundly (figuratively speaking, of course) and put them to bed.

PS - prego update. I can now not only not see my feet but at most points during the day (due to some bizarre-o pregnancy circulation thing) I generally don't feel them either. Heck, for all I know they fell off somewhere and the kids have been playing Star Wars with them. 21 days.

Love,

M