Within a day of having Forest home and trying to fit 4 adults and 1 baby into our BMW X1, we realized we needed a bigger car.
I know, I know, we are sooooo American. But it’s true. With the car seat in the back, the passenger seat was pushed up so far that Jonathan honestly couldn’t fit his legs into the vehicle. Not to mention that we have two dogs and a BOB stroller the size of an army tank that we have to fit in the back. So Jonathan went off on the task to find us an appropriate ‘Mom’ car. He sold his Defender, and we traded in my BMW to consolidate our two cars into one massive vehicle: a Range Rover.
I also have to use the lowering feature when I’m putting Forest in and out of the vehicle because otherwise I am too short to reach. When I went to test drive it, I was still healing from my episiotomy stitches and I could barely even hoist myself into the car because it was such a huge step up. First World Problem? Anyways, I officially feel like a Mom since I officially drive the British version of a Mom car (same as Will and Kate, just a couple of years older).
Not exactly a mini-van, but it’ll do the job.Yep, it'll do the job just fine.