We live in a bubble

With our new little addition we have really been devoting all our time and efforts with family. We don't live in a traditional suburbian neighborhood. We are in charge of our schedule and what kinds of things enter our lives, for the most part. We just get plugging along in our own little happy world and are somewhat oblivious to the world around us.

Last night the world came knocking on our door. Literally. We had just settled in at 2 with the baby, she would not sleep for anything and all evening was spent trying to help her rest. An hour later, we were awoken by loud knocking and ringing the door bell. Which is frightning in the dead of the night where we live. There was no vehicle in our driveway, so whomever was out there was on foot. Ryan came out and answered the door, his background being trained for these types of unknown circumstances. He finds a stark naked man on our front porch, didn't speak a lick of English. First thought was he was on drugs. Come to find out he had been beaten and thrown out of a vehicle. Alcohol was very visably a factor in the evenings happenings. This man had walked over a mile going from house to house trying to find help, no one could help him as he spoke no English, and people rightly so were protecting their families.

Can you imagine a life where the choices you make land you in a place where you are freezing, broken, bleeding, naked, frozen, wet from the rain, in the middle of the night searching for help from people you cant even communicate with?

I live in a bubble as much as I can, so when I see the world around me I am amazed and it can be quite sad.

Hit the cement running

So we got slammed into real life when we got back from our trip. Our lawn was not a lawn--it was a jungle. And the weeds were and still are overtaking the world from our property. Don't they know that when we are gone they are supposed to stop growing? Where is the form for that? You know like the form you fill out at the post office to stop your mail. I'd like to see that.

Ryan is now working in Seattle 3 times a week, meaning leaving at the crack of dawn and getting back after dinner. Our dishwasher was making weird noises, then Monday I went downstairs to find water dripping from Emma's ceiling (yes in the same basement we finished remodelling last year) so we knocked a hole and found a busted water pipe, which was causing the water pressure funk in the dishwasher. Ryan fixed the pipes all by himself and it was an amazing fix, yeah for plumber Dad!!!!.... Now we just have to fix the hole in the ceiling.

I feel bad for Ryan he has really had the brunt of it. He has really been a champ taking care of every thing that needs to be done on his end. Life really does go on, hu? Im really grateful for Ryan's job, that we are comfortable, and have a home. Even though things don't always go smoothly, we are very blessed. Im so very proud of Ryan. In all he has learned and what he does to keep us going. Thanks Ryan.