I caved. For months Mr. Husband has been pestering me for a new car. Over and over I've said we didn't need one. I tried using all kinds of things as an excuse: there's no money in the checking account, we would never agree on a model, we have nowhere to put it (You ought to see our garage. Wait, no, it's probably better that you don't. You might not make it out alive.). It was really just a matter of time. If I wanted to maintain even the slightest amount of sanity, I was going to have to just succumb to the never-ending pressure.

Everybody, meet Daddy's new car:

While he cannot actually drive it (trust me, he checked the weight limits and has confirmed that he cannot), Mr. Husband is quite enamored with his new wheels. Obviously, he is not the only one.

I will say this much, at least he picked out a decent model.

1. It's not a girlie pink Barbie Corvette. That might have been enough to make me puke.
2. The bright green color will be visible for miles, so I should be able to spot the Toddler as she drives off a cliff.
3. That shovel in the front? Is totally going to come in handy whenever the Toddler has the sudden desire to dig a hole. Probably in my garden. Watch out Delphiniums, she's armed and dangerous.
4. Seating for two. Useful because we all know it's fabulous that Bear can now go even more places than she does now. I love increasing the odds that the Toddler's most cherished toy will get dismembered, get destroyed, or disappear.
5. Ample trunk space for taking her two dozen naked baby dolls for a ride. If our neighbors didn't think we were freaks before, they will now when Alexis goes chugging down the street with Cabbage Patch butts hanging out of her car. If we're lucky, she'll have spare room for that inflatable potty chair.

Now I just need it to be Spring already. Otherwise, Mr. Husband is going to break down the living room walls driving his car around.