We were so productive yesterday afternoon, I am afraid we have set a precedent that will never be met ever again.

The shower is out!  AND Matt didn't electrocute himself disconnecting the electrical to the water pump.  Double win. 

The fridge is out!  There used to be a mini fridge with a rather enormous housing sitting behind the driver's seat.  The previous owner said the owner before him installed it.  Have I mentioned it was enormous?  It ate up a ton of space.  You can sort of see the leftovers from its footprint in the floor carpet behind the driver's seat.  We would much rather have the space than the fridge, and it wasn't even a propane fridge, so its use while camping was low.  

Time for a self-congratulatory beer with the dog who has earned himself another visit with the Cone of Sadness.  

Oh, and he also would like credit for fixing the front passenger arm rests.  

We then had a super Rookie Moment when we tried to figure out what the correct tire pressure is supposed to be after the front left tire looked low.  The sticker in the door was in every language but English.  We looked in the owner's manual which told us to... look at the sticker in the door.  Finally after some texting to Bobo, we had it figured out.  Once he explained it, it became very obvious how to read the sticker.  Like embarrassingly obvious.  Luckily he's our Bobo and doesn't judge too harshly.  

Then it was 4-something in the afternoon and we were all, "Oh, that's right, we have a kid we should go check on inside the house."

This is fake pouting from someone who was supposed to take a nap, didn't, then got mad when their mother called them out on not taking a nap, stormed into the van, and then was mad again when told she could no longer play in the driver's seat OR ride in the car without her car seat:

After dinner we took our maiden voyage as a family in the van (minus the dog).  It wasn't a very glamorous trip.  There was fog at the beach, so we just went to fill up the tires and to the hardware store for metric hex wrenches.  

This picture fails to accurately convey how far away she is/feels from the front seats.

He's trying to suppress his grin as he drives west on the 8.  

Now that the easier stuff is done, *boxing announcer voice* LET'S GET READY TO SPENNNNNNNNNNNNND MONEY! Today we made our first several-hundred dollar online purchase for accessories.  Scratch that.  Matt did.  He gets the fun stuff.  I just get a piece of steel wool and some rubber gloves.