Let's hope driving ability is not hereditary...

So back in the day, I used to drive a spiffy two-seater roadster convertible... When we found out we were having Bean, I knew my days of zipping around town with the top down were numbered. All in all, a fair trade.

I've been driving what I call not-so-affectionately, "the dog car". It's the car we use to transport the dogs, and, well, smells like dog. I've been repeatedly pointing out to Jim that this car was just beneath Bean ("What will her friends think?"), and I regaled him with stories of how much she hated the car, how the ride was uncomfortable, how she really, really wanted to ride in a different car. If it were just me, I emphatically told him, the dog car would be perfectly fine. I am only thinking of Bean!

Well, my dear, sweet, wonderful husband surprised me this past weekend with a brand new car - just the one I told him Bean wanted! He made a crack about wondering when I'd have my first accident in it. Those other times were not my fault, I cried defensively. That pole just jumped in front of me! Oh, and that time I rear-ended that truck - well, he made a sudden stop and I couldn't help it! The time I backed into that Audi? Well, they shouldn't have parked on the side of the road RIGHT across from my driveway!

Suffice it to say, Jim didn't have to wait long. Ladies and gentlemen, on the SECOND day I drive my brand-spankin', fresh off the boat, still-smells-like-new-car SUV, I scrape the sideview mirror while going through a toll both...

"It wasn't my fault, really! The lane was obviously too narrow. I mean, the sign said, "Narrow lane, cars only!"

I'm not sure why Jim looked at me funny when I said that....

Yeeeeoooowww! Part II

Well it happened... She bit me. With teeth.

More of Bean to love...

At Beanie's 6 month checkup, she weighed in at 16lbs on the nose. Less than a week later, I brought her back to the doctor to check out a mysterious rash I was convinced was life-threatening. She had gained 12 oz in six days!

I should have known she was going through a growth spurt because our normally sweet little angel has been quite the cranky-pants. The last two nights, she's decided we were getting too much sleep for our own good and took matters into her own hands (or rather, lungs). I'm convinced this is some sort of cosmic retribution for bragging about how I have such a great baby. She's still a great baby... just a very loud one.