Together for Life

    Playing ring-around-the-phone-queue has never made my top-10 list of favorite activities.  Recently however, it proved somewhat humorous. Which is good, because playing secretary for upwards of an hour makes me pretty cranky.  It takes a lot of grit to run a household some times, you know?     Taking little thought as to the security of our bikes, stashed haphazardly in the basement storage area, we supposed they were fine; and if they weren't, well, we live an apartment life and have little space in which to finagle our belongings.  We were well aware that there have been a string of thefts in this complex, but didn't pay much mind since we both have minimalist tendencies and I needed a new bike anyway.  Sure enough, they disappeared from the basement.  "Lucky us" , we figured.   "Free disposal service!"  And I just have to say, the mental image that emerged of some stealthy burgler riding away on a weather-beaten mountain bik...

Meet Winter Baby :)       I am not a fan of ultrasounds, but I love, love, LOVE getting to see my Winter Baby!  Some of you know that we had a threatened miscarriage at week twelve, but all is well and we are so grateful!  However, there was some concern as to the placenta, because it was showing a marginal previa; additionally, some of the complications I had post-birth with Ransom raised some questions about a possible Acreta, which is a condition where the placenta grows into the actual uterine muscle.     We had an appointment today with an OB at U of M Ann Arbor's Women's Hospital and are happy to say that the previa is no longer a concern and there is no sign of an Acreta! This is a huge answer to prayer.     It was quite the drive, and due to some unforeseen circumstances, we ended up rushing out the door without a thought for food.  About four hours later, we were famished.  I had a craving for a McDonald's Burge...

  My siblings, parents and I would load our luggage, kitchen sink  included, into the family van. We were excited to finally be on the road to visit Mom's side of the family in New York, which we did every so often. My Grammie has had a radio ever since I can remember, listening to it daily . The sound of the hymns and classical music would waft through the air like the scent of her freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, and I'm fairly certain the two would start waltzing. She has always been a huge role model for me, always thinking o f what kind things she could do for others, and hardly ever watch ing television but for the local evening news. He loves me.  ;)        Something Joel and I have been happily fascinated by lately is how much better our lives seem to be when we ignore most media. You may be wondering why we are back in the world of Facebook, and honestly, I think an explanation is in order. Although I believe absolute...