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Tuesday, September 25, 2012

adventures of buying a minivan

Meet our new car. We went to just go look at some different cars on Saturday and ended up buying a minivan instead.  We knew going in that we wanted something with 3 rows because we didn't want to have to buy another car for quite a while, and something that seats 7 should last us forever. But, I have NEVER been a minivan person. Ask anyone. So, I was thinking of something more like an explorer or tahoe, but this Kia was such a great deal and was such a pleasure to drive, that we simply could not pass it up. She is a 2010 and only has 53,000 miles on her, and she was in her our price range, so we were sold. This was seriously the best car we found for the money we were willing to spend.

Down side:
When I went to test drive the van, it was dead, so they had to jump the battery. They assured me this was no big deal and we went on with our day. After 6 hours at the dealership, we finally went home with our new purchase and were feeling pretty good about our situation. Come Sunday, however, we were starting to maybe rethink things a little because that morning the van wouldn't start. Not only would it not start but it was also blocking our lemon into the garage so we couldn't use either car. Perfect. As the day went on, the van became more and more dead until finally it wouldn't make any noise at all. So, you know how they assured me the battery was fine? Yeah, they lied. Luckily, they towed it back to the dealership, fixed it, and gave it back without me having to pay for anything.

Now, here is where the story gets truly, truly tragic. As soon as Evie and I got home today from getting the car, I somehow managed to lock the keys, my phone, and Evie in the van. Complete panic. I obviously have no clue how to work this new car and I cannot even describe to you how mortified I was that I locked my precious baby girl, my life, my world, in this black van. So, I ran to every house on the block until I found someone who was home and he came out to help me. We spent quite a while trying to get it unlocked by ourselves, see evidence below, but to no avail. Finally he let me use his phone and I called a locksmith.

chipped paint from where we were prying the door open to get a hanger in. I was about 5 min away from smashing the window.
It took the locksmith about 10-15 min to get there, and by that time Evie was soaked in sweat and screaming. My heart was utterly broken. And then, like a knight in shining armor, the locksmith guy careens into our driveway (I told him to hurry repeatedly), jumped out of the car, and unlocked the door. It took all of 5 seconds for him. My hero. Never in the history of the world has someone pulled a child out of a carseat as fast as I did. I was so relieved to be holding her in my arms and that she was safe, they I immediately started crying. The nice locksmith guy didn't charge me anything (I would guess because of my embarrassing tears and Evie's adorable, sweaty face), but my neighbor took it upon himself to give him $40 anyways. I don't even know how to begin to thank these nice people. Without them, who knows how this would have turned out? Actually, I know. It would have ended with a broken window and a traumatized baby. I feel so blessed to be surrounded by such wonderful and charitable people and the only thing I can think of to do is to repay my neighbor and make them both brownies or something.

So, that's my story. In case you were wondering, I stripped Evie down to her diaper, turned on the a/c and mickey mouse, had her drink some water, and she was as good as new. I'm sure glad it's over.


  1. Oh, Britany. I'm so sorry! Hopefully this never happens again, but if it does, I've heard that a police officer can be there quickly to open it for you if there's a child inside! (this is from Sara in case Jeremy's iPad thinks I'm him... It does that sometimes...)

  2. Oh you poor thing. :( More traumatic for you than for Evie even. And by the way, you can probably touch up those marks on the car with black nail polish. Our neighbor who owns a body shop gave me that hint once.

  3. seriously? I should probably take her :)

  4. Let's not forget to mention you're pregnant because we all know that makes these situations 10 times worse :( Also, the police will unlock your car for free (I speak from experience) and I was so excited to see a post from you I called Tommy in to read together. That's where our excitement level is these days haha

  5. Hmm. This story sounds familiar. Oh it happened to me! haha! I put Brianne in her seat, and she loves to use the remote to shut the door, then when I get to the other side she hands me the keys when I get in. So luckily for me, Bree knows how to use the remote. She shut the door, but also locked the van. I was starting to panic when this happened. I kept telling her to open the door, and I walked around a few times. Finally, I told her to push the button, I counted to 3. She pushed it to open the door. From now on, I have an open door before she pushes the button to shut the door. I was VERY glad she could work the remote. :)

  6. Oh Britany!!! How stressful!!! I'm glad your neighbor and locksmith were able to help. I worry about such situations. Good thing toddlers forgive and forget easily-I'm sure she doesn't care at all now. :)


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