We did go shopping for DH's commuter car on Saturday, and what do you know, we made a purchase our first day out! After spending several months researching reliability, safety, gas mileage, and cost, DH selected a used Mazda3 to test drive that day. He even brought his clipboard with inspection checklist -- which the sales manager said was a first. Apparently he hasn't sold to many engineers. When we sat down to negotiate, we discovered that between our employee family discount (my Grandpa retired from the applicable one of the Big Three), bonus cash, and ridiculously low interest rates offered only on 2009 models, it was actually less expensive to by a brand new one than any decent used one. Needless to say, DH is now zooming to work in his new wheels. And Bean, for his part, was a tough negotiator. His first tactic was to use his utter cuteness to totally distract our salesperson, who was about 25 with two young daughters of her own. His second was to pretend he wasn't interested by falling asleep in my arms for about 30 minutes of the six hour process (yes, I said SIX HOURS!). Third, he expertly used silence to his advantage, uttering almost nothing the entire time except a few authoritative declarations complete with fist waving. I'm thinking perhaps a future lawyer, but DH sees him as a dictator, standing on a balcony and bellowing to the masses below. Not an evil dictator, though. Most likely.
I did get one unpleasant surprise on Saturday, however. When the finance manager ran our credit, turns out our scores are 40-50 points higher than I told Suze. DOH! What an idiotic mistake! How often do you get a chance to chat with Suze about your credit, and I am too lazy and cheap to spend money on an updated credit report! (I used the scores that our mortgage lender pulled last spring when we were buying the house. I thought they'd be the same.) It wouldn't have made a difference in her answer, and maybe it's just foolish pride. But I'm so mad I could just spit. Grrrrrr!
Anyway, after the excitement of the car purchase, it's been a low-key couple of days. Sunday was our typical chore day (laundry, grocery shopping, wash the pooch). On Monday, Bean and I just kicked around la casa. Today was stroller skating with the MOMS Club. But even though our calendar has been rather stagnant, that doesn't mean Bean has been. He's been cruising around the furniture, crawling into our closest to eat lint off the floor, walking with help from mom and dad, babbling up a storm ("dat"/"det"/"dit"), teething his top front teeth, and dancing to the banjo music on his activity table. He has also started to recognize more sign language. DH taught him "light" (or what DH thought was "light" based on the picture *ahem*). When you do the sign, Bean will immediately look at the light fixture in the room, his mouth slowly curving into a tiny little smile as he awaits your celebration.
There are two issues I'm struggling with now, advice and opinions appreciated. It's a prime example of be careful what you wish for. First, now that I have an awesome napper (10 am and 2 pm daily), it has become very hard to attend functions with the mom's groups. He already misses his morning nap on Wednesdays for preschool. On other days, almost all the events start at 10 am. I love that he naps well, but then we don't get to do any of the fun activities and make friends with other families. I woke him up for stroller skating today, and I've felt guilty ever since. A no-win, it feels like. I'm looking forward to that transition to one nap, but it's months away, I think.
Second, he's started getting into more finger foods, yeah! But this is so far limited to string cheese, Gerber puffs, and Healthy Choice Fresh Mixers (he's apparently weight conscious, which explains why he's only in the 10th percentile). I've tried a few other things, and usually I'll get a few bites out of him, then the rest gets thrown over the side of the high chair for the dog. I want to step it up, but I'm not keen on spending a half hour making a real meal for him that just ends up in doggy deposits on our lawn. And I can't just give him a portion of our dinner, because Bean eats at 5 pm, at least an hour before DH and I are ready. Once again, I'm shocked at how hard it is to feed this little creature.
And finally, because I get scolded when I don't post them, pictures of Bean.
It's fun to cruise around the house and
destroy explore things... pants optional.