Fresh Start

The wagon was picked up this evening. Heath was very sad to see the car seats taken out of the Jeep. He perked up when I assured him that the Jeep is his when he turns 16.

Before we (Mark) put the car seats back in the newly fixed, better not break down for another year or so, car, we were able to clean what can only be described as one of the most disgusting sights I've ever seen: the areas that lay beneath the two car seats. Milk splatters. Sticky, but dried, juice puddles. Park wood chips. Goldfish crackers that had so firmly adhered themselves to the leather that it took a wash cloth, cleaner, and some serious scrapping elbow grease to remove.

Our new series, It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, arrived from Netflix today. If I wrap this silliness up quickly, we might even be able to watch an episode before we (Mark) conks out.