On the flip side, I got to spend a night away from my kids this weekend. Which was important considering my seatbelt saved Lennon's life the other day. Because while driving up Town Center I rearview-caught him swatting his sweet, fat brother with a toy for the millionth time. I snapped and started swinging. Waved my hand all over the backseat hoping to catch some of Lennon and make it sting just a little. Were people staring? Yes. Do I care? No. He huddled up in the corner of his car seat sort of cocky because Hey look! Mom can't reach me when her seatbelt is on!
Still need a car.
|Tod wants one of these...or a new engine for $1200.|