Life has been a whirlwind. Since we've been in Michigan, we've bought a car, registered the car and committed to MI driver's licences, taken a trip to Nicaragua (Anthony), visited the Urgent Care Center 3 times, and have gotten reacquainted with our friends from last time we lived here.
Our "new" 2003 Odyssey.
It seems like the majority of our spare energy has gone towards the house hunt. I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that we are completely obsessed and have almost been constantly looking for our future home. We've attempted to make offers on three houses, and viewed about 25. Our poor real estate agent!
The morning we found out that our dream house was bought by someone else, before we had a chance to offer, we were cheered up at GE's "Family Fun Day." It was at a place called The Henry Ford's Greenfield Village. It's surprisingly amazing. I can't believe how little I knew about it before this opportunity to go. In a nutshell, Henry Ford was so stinking rich, he decided to create a living museum by purchasing historically significant buildings and transporting them back to Detroit.
So, within a couple of blocks you can tour the Wright Brother's Bike Shop (where they engineered the first planes), the Court House Abe Lincoln practiced law in, Edison's entire research campus where he invented the light bulb, Robert Frost's home, and on and on. Amazing! Although Ira is pretty unaware of all that, he was aware of this.
Trains! He was in heaven.
We also got to ride in a 1914 Model T...
and a Carousel built in 1913.
This is me getting busted. I guess it's one person per horse. And Eliot could be the straw that broke the hand carved 99 year old horse's back.
Ira: He is keeping us busy. He continues his obsessions with dinosaurs and trains, and has now added Anthony to the list. Ever since Ant's trip to Nicaragua, Ira's been extremely attached. If I read him books at night instead of Ant, you'd think he just received the death sentence. Other interests would include the alphabet!...and agression. He's excited about letters and their sounds, but also kicking and biting and punching. The other day I remember saying, "'Sorry Eliot' means, 'I'm not going to kick you in the head any more, Eliot.'" sigh....
Ira's been sitting (and falling) a lot lately, making new consonant noises, and making us all smile.
My cute guys. I can't remember what they were doing. Pretending to be worms?
Anyway, life is good! We're waiting to hear back from the bank on a foreclosure. We'll keep you updated!
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