Some people ball so hard they have houses in Paris or block off entire floors of hospitals to have their babies while others do slightly less glamorous things. Like going from this:
To this…
Haaaallelujah! Haaaallelujah! Halleeeeluuuujahhhhh!!!
I don’t know what came over us after Christmas, but all of a sudden, we ”realized” it was time for a new oven. After a few cookie burning episodes, a night of BG figuring out the timer on the oven and making it buzz over and over again, and a couple nights of turning the pan one way then another to make sure whatever we were cooking was cooked evenly instead of just in front because that’s the way the burners tilted, we were flat topping it to high heaven.
You can see how terrible our old range was. I mean, look at those buttons. What are they…about 75 years old? 
They came off too. Especially when little teener hands tried pulling them. The worst ones were the little silver ones to the right of the clock. Not only did they come off, they were also choking hazards. Perfect size for a little throat. Lordy.
Considering our motto is safety first, it was just time. And I assure you this decision had nothing to do with those coils and the fact that the sight of them makes me want to punch. This baby is much better.
Less of a hazard for little toddlers who love buttons and knobs. Less time required to man the food since it now cooks like it’s supposed to. Less hideousness in our work in progress kitchen. Ahh!