When it comes to security, the Airstream is as good as any trailer I have seen. There is a dead bolt built into the door and there is no picking the lock once you’ve lock the door, you would really need to call a detroit locksmith since that would be the only way back in. To lock the door, you just slide the door handle to the lock position and shut it behind you on your way out. That’s assuming you don’t forget the keys inside. As we start spending more time on the road, I am concerned that one day it is gonna happen. I am gonna step out of the trailer and out of habit, slide that lock across the door and shut it behind me with the keys inside. Imagine being locked out of your house with your 2 year old inside who doesn’t know how to let herself out. Except your house might be in the middle of the desert, deep in a national park or along the long stretches of empty beaches on the Oregon coast.
Ava is still to small to sleep on her own on one of the beds in the Airstream. Since she still sleeps in a crib at home, I have a feeling that she would roll right off of it. So, having her sleep on one of the beds in the rear half (living/dining room) is out of the question for now. And having her sleep next to us on the main bed, like she did in the T@b, is NOT a long-term option. Believe me. This kid likes to kick and punch and pinch in her sleep. Seriously.
During our test trip to Lake Isabella, we decided to set up Ava’s portable crib in the kitchen walkway of the Airstream. It worked out for the most part but was a little inconvenient. 1) She’s getting way to big for it 2) it takes up a lot of room, 3) it is raised up off of the floor and thus close to things she shouldn’t be touching, and 4) a pain in the ass to set up and break down everyday.
So, we are off to plan B. Dan was kind enough to order this AeroBed for Kids via Amazon earlier today. The sleeping part measures 50″ x 25″ and is surrounded by a 4″ safety cushion that will hopefully prevent Ava from rolling onto the floor. It should fit nicely in the walkway area and hopefully spare us from some of the cons I was complaining about a little while ago.
But the true test will all be up to Ava during our next planned trip, which happens to at the end of the month to southern Arizona. I sure hopes her prairie doggy gives the bed a thumbs up. And if he doesn’t? Well, then I will have to kick and punch and pinch right back. (j/k.)
We finally got the Airstream onto the driveway the other night. Yippee! But no thanks to me. All I did to help was a lot of oohing and ahhing. Dan did most of the work. All that previous sailboat trailering really came in handy. He squeezed that sucker in with room to spare. Well, not much room. The Airstream sits 5 inches from the palm tree and 10 inches from the house. Pretty damn tight. But it works… with one little teeny weeny issue. We can’t open the door. Every other section of the Airstream is accessible from our driveway except for the door. Can you believe it?
Thanks for the bottle of Happy Camper wine, David and Carrie! We’ll be happy campers ourselves in no time at all.
On Sunday, we left the Airstream parked in front of our house so we could spend the day mopping its dusty floors, inspecting every nook and cranny, and admiring its beauty from our dining room as we decorated Halloween cookies with Ava.
After three agonizing weeks of waiting for the trailer, we finally brought Mali Mish home from the dealership. I will explain why it took so long in another post but for now, take a look at her beautiful shiny cheeks!
Today we are launching a newly redesigned MaliMish.com. I know it’s only been like a month since we started posting to the site but we just can’t help ourselves but to design a new theme since we are welcoming our other baby home tomorrow.
If you read the about section of our site, you might have noticed at the end what Mali Mish stands for. After looking online for a mascot for the last few weeks, we finally came across a hand-made, wool-stuffed mouse on Etsy.com.
Point your peepers at this guy!
Last Saturday was supposed to be the day we bring our Airstream home. Yes, I said supposed to because things are not working out as smoothly as anticipated. Big surprise, huh?
We got a call a few days beforehand from our sales guy saying that our Airstream was all ready for us to pick up. They were supposed to reinstall the television, replace a missing bathroom fixture, replace the propane cover and detail the inside and outside of it and invite the move out cleaners in Spring TX, to make the place looking better. But when we got to the lot and found our new baby, we shook our heads. Not only was the propane cover not replaced, the entire thing was dirtier on the outside than the last time we saw it. Sure the TV was hanging off of the wall and we got a new light fixture but the interior was no where close to being detailed. AHHH!
So, why did they lie to us? Not sure. They had an excuse and it was a decent one but I still don’t like being lied too. Especially since we had to drive 4 hours through LA and find a babysitter. AHHH! There was a huge RV show going on at the Pomona Fairgrounds and most of their manpower was over there.
The Airstream we thought was officially ours was snatched up from under us and relocated to a new dealership. You must think we were pretty pissed off. Yes we were… but have you ever seen a pissed off toddler who had her road trip dreams squashed by the man? Boy, this dealership is in BIG trouble. BIG BIG TROUBLE. So a couple weekends ago, we headed down south to find out where our Airstream was hiding.
… and it has Airstream written all over it.
So, I have a little story to tell. It’s about ‘our’ Airstream. You know the one. The one with the cheeks that I want to squeeze? Yeah, that one. Here it goes…
After visiting a couple dealerships, we narrowed down the specs of the Airstream we were hoping to buy but none of the dealerships carried our choice. So we were back to window shopping via the internet. And low and behold, we found it on craigslist. A ‘new’ 2007 Airstream International Ocean Breeze 25FB and it was sitting on a dealership lot down in the San Diego area.
The good news was that is priced ridiculously low. The bad news was that it is a bank repo. Ughhhhh. A repo? Come on! But it didn’t end up being as bad as it sounded. The bank repo’ed the trailer from a going out of business dealership and not from a family who had their road trip dreams squashed and then decided to booby trap the toilet with firecrackers (ouch!) and write profanities all over the aluminum exoskeleton (might sound cool to you now but Ava will eventually learn to read, people!).
Isn’t she just so so cute?
I want to squeeze her cheeks. I want to hug her until she wiggles out of my arms. I want to put a cherry on top and eat her up with a spoon. But, I guess I have to settle on incessantly staring at her picture until we finally meet in person. And then I’m going to squeeze her cheeks… wherever they are.
(If you haven’t read Part 1 of our shopping adventure, click here.)
So, as you recall, we were in the market for a used Airstream International Signature Series 25FB. I guess you can say we were pretty specific on what we wanted. We preferred to buy a used one from someone who was looking to part ways with theirs but strangely enough there weren’t too many on the market. So we headed to one of our local dealerships in Southern California to check out their inventory. And low and behold, they had a 2007 with our specs. The modern interior was clean, slick, and accented with orange.
Could this be the one? We can’t buy the first one we looked at, right? Would that be responsible of us? I would normally answer these questions with a ‘Yes, we bought it on the spot anyways!’… but not this time. We told the kind salesman that we could not buy the very first one we looked at… even after he knocked off $12k on the spot without us even asking.