Happy Valentine's Day!
It was a big weekend:
As you may recall, your dad wrecked our car not long ago, so we went car shopping today to look for a replacement. As I went on test drives with the salesman, your dad walked you around and around the lot in your stroller. By the end of the afternoon, you probably could have explained the difference between the specs on an Outback and an Impreza - if only you could talk.
You didn't fuss once all day - not on any of your trips around the car lot, not in the salesman's office, and not in the finance department. I can't say the same for me. I will say it's difficult to be a tough negotiator while you're also mixing a bottle of formula on the salesman's desk.
We ended up buying a Subaru Forester, which looked shiny and glamorous at the dealership:
...but because we live in Alberton, Montana, it now looks like this:
After we bought the car, we drove over to Grandma Sue and Erik's house where had little pot roast sandwiches and champagne. We watched the Olympics, and decided that you can be a cross country skier or ski the moguls, but I would be a lot more comfortable if you would stay away from anything that requires you to hurtle your body off a tall ramp at 60+ mph...Or any sport that suggests you should strap yourself to a sled and careen down an icy tube.
By the way, I know I look rough in this clip, but buying a car is a soul-sucking exercise.
We hope you enjoyed your first Valentine's Day as much as we did.
Next year: Candy!
Love,
Mom
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