News, but not what you're hoping for

Well, everyone, even strangers in stores, have started asking or telling me that it's time for Baby Number 2. I know. We know. And now you know.

But we also know that all things happen in God's good time. We've been ready for a while but it just hasn't happened yet. So for those of you who are curious, or have been expecting an announcement to come any day, here's the word. We're not pregnant yet, but hoping it will happen soon. We welcome your prayers on our behalf!

I was really caught off guard when a Lowe's employee, who had been oogling about Cora, found out that she was almost two years old and said flat out to Brad and I "Well, it's time for another one! You make cute babies!" It was meant as a compliment but...

Now for the news: the Jetta needs to go. We've decided to sell it and replace it with something more reliable. Or at least something else. It's been a headache for too long and has turned into a full-blown migrane. The only relief is to send it away. Far away. I haven't included any details about our vehicles since the "big summer blowout". It's no fun to talk about these things...and most of it I don't understand. I just know the car has spent more time in the mechanic's garage than in our own. And more of our money is in the mechanic's pocket than in ours. Yuck.

I heard a great quote this weekend from a friend's grandfather: If there are cars in the next life, I know I went to the wrong place.

Let there be no cars in heaven...