all i want for christmas...

last night, ryan asked me what i wanted for christmas. he said, "mare, i really need a list." and then he paused, and finished with, "...and don't say a car."

well, now, that's not fair! you can't ask what i want for christmas and then qualify it like that, mr. scrooge. 

when leah was born i decided i could definitely make it with one car until we had at least two kids. at that point, it would get harder to shuffle them around and leah would most likely have playdates and library class and dance class and whatever else. what i didn't realize at that point was that i would be shuffling leah around at a much earlier age for very different kinds of classes. i also thought we would for sure have two by now. 

since things rarely go as planned, we've continued to make do with one car. it's fine. it works. but really, it takes at least two hours out of my day. i drive ryan to work, drive leah to school. drive home. then i pick up leah and drive home again. then, later in the evening, after piano, i go and pick up ryan {whenever he is ready, not at a specified time}, which usually makes cooking dinner very difficult. like i said. it's fine. it works. and i know we're lucky to have a car and to have ryan work so close to where we live. 

but, a second car would have really come in handy last monday. we planned to go to the christmas creche at a nearby chapel. {if you're local and you haven't ever been, you should. it's amazing.} i got leah all bundled up in her coat. i bundled up. {it was a chilly 50 degrees here, people.} i grabbed my phone, my camera, my purse and my keys, shuffled leah out the door, locked the handle and slam. wait. i meant to say i didn't grab my keys. those were still inside. 

so, i laughed. then i called ryan {because i did remember to grab my phone} and said, "so, it's going to be really hard for me to come and pick you up because the keys are inside the locked house and leah and i are outside." ryan couldn't just hop in the car and come home. because we only have one car. and it was sitting right by me, locked. 

so we waited. and we took pictures while we waited {because i also remembered to grab my camera}.

ryan ended up getting a ride home about a half hour later with a friend who happened to be leaving work and happens to live across the street. {thanks m and c!}. when he pulled up, he unlocked the car door, we piled in and made our way to the creche. 

see? it works. it's fine. 

but really, ryan, wouldn't a second car be so nice?