It's been a few days since I blogged. It has been full and busy and fun and not so fun. A little of everything. I plan on posting pictures and telling a couple of stories but that will wait til later (maybe even later today if I have a chance). But this blog is to tell of the sad end of our sweet little volkswagen Jetta. Nothing dramatic like a big car accident or anything. I'm afraid that it appears to be dying of old age. We took it in yesterday and there are a few things needing work. We couldn't afford to fix it even if we wanted to but it wouldn't be worth it anyway. So ya - the last vestige of our life 'before triplets' is gone. It'll be missed! (so will having a second vehicle but what can ya do!). It's funny how something like that can bring you some sentimental moments. We have a lot of memories with that car. We took some trips with that car. We went back and forth for IVF full of emotions in that car. We brought Caden home in that car. Caden and I zipped around together in it when he was little. It was a fun little car. Guess now I need to fall in love with our minivan...
It was a cool day. Almost too cold. The kind of cold that makes you rethink your very existence.... Boy. I am waaaay to tired for that. So I will give you the un-dramatic version. So, we are getting bombarded with requests for an update and pictures. So I will oblige and provide you with all the gory details. Actually, there are no gory details. In what can only be described as an amazing answer to many prayers, the new Mooney babies were brought into this world with no problems what so ever. We entered the hospital at 10:00 in the morning and were taken to the surgery room around 12:00 noon. At exactly 12:38, the first baby, Dylan Michael was born weighing in at 6 pounds even. Then, also at 12:38, Evan Timothy also charged into the world weighing in at 5.2 pounds. Then, at 12:39 Liam David was born weighing 4.8 pounds. For those of you good at math, that is a whopping 16 pounds worth of babies. 16 POUNDS!!! And even though them just being born at 36 weeks and 5 days isn
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1. Memories....
a. Driving back into Dauphin after seeing Keith Urban at Countryfest singing at the top of our lungs
b. Justin freezing me and 4 other guys on the way to Carlyle at Men's retreat... cold night, windows and sun roof open - he had the heater cranked for himself
c. Justin and me coming back from skiing and him saying "Let's see how fast this car can go" - it was scary.
2. I think Justin sabotaged the Jetta! He just wanted to drive the minivan exclusively.... Justin loves his minivan.... Justin loves his minivan :)
So what happens to it now? Does this mean that Justin buys a motorcycle to go back and forth to work with (I will sell him mine!) Cheap - good on gas - looks cooler than a minivan. :)
I will miss the Jetta too. :(
Remember driving to Dauphin and the bubble gum on the steering wheel incident? That was hilarious!
Anywho....RIP little Jetta, RIP!
Good luck falling in love with your minivan....I mean....
heehee.
Have a gooder!