We have been forced by certain situations, ahem, to become a minivan-fam. Three carseats just do not fit in the back of a Saturn Wagon no matter how spacious it seems. Alas, we have begun the selling process of the old and the searching process for the new. With three or so weeks left and in in true last minute Plew fashion (these ones at least), we are hoping and trusting that the right people will click on the right ad, jot down the right stickered numbers, or talk to the right friend at the right time. And as usual, it will.
In the meantime, we are on the trail with the bloodhounds unleashed. Pray for us if you think of it.