Andrew Keeps the Baby in the Garage

What you may ask?  The baby in the garage?  Well this is no ordinary baby.

And this certainly isn't my baby.  I probably should have prefaced this post by saying that Andrew convinced me that if I was writing a baby blog, I needed to include all the "babies" in our life.  Here's the back story...In December 2009,  Andrew convinced me to purchase a 1994 Jeep Wrangler.  Supposedly, he's wanted one "all his life."  And no disrespect to the Jeep, but I hated it.  It probably stemmed from the fact that he insisted on riding in it with no doors and no top.  Personally, I'm just not a fan of eating my hair (and eating bugs).  This Jeep didn't have air conditioning, so Andrew thought that if he purchased one with A/C I would enjoy riding in it more.  So, in December 2010, he convinced me to purchase a 2004 Jeep Wrangler.  (He can be very convincing.)  And again, no shocker, I hated it.  Really, when we would take it out in the winter with the top and doors, it was bearable.  But as soon as the temperatures reached 70 degrees, the doors and top were gone, and I was back to eating my hair (and bugs).

Eventually, he got the bright idea (thank heavens, finally!) that if I wasn't going to ride with him, he would get what he really wanted.  Wait you say, the Jeep was what he wanted "all his life" right?  Wrong.  Apparently, what he REALLY wanted was a Land Cruiser.  Last month, he convinced me to purchase a 1973 Toyota FJ40 Land Cruiser (yes, I did have to ask him what it is).  And that's where we are today, with "his" baby in the garage.  In all honesty, I'm glad it gives him something to work on when he's not at work, times which we all know are few and far between. 

Now that I look back over this post, I can see that it doesn't really have a point at all.  I just know that for the last 3 hours Andrew has said, "Will you blog about the LC?"  "If I send you a picture, will you put the LC on the blog?"  "I'm sure all your friends want to see the LC."  Like I said, he can be quite convincing.  Or maybe he just wears me down.  I'm still working on figuring out the difference.

Disclaimer:  In no way does Andrew feel that "his" baby is more important that "our" baby.  In fact, he's already trying to figure out how to strap a car seat in the back.  But this I promise, there's no convincing me on that one...