Back in the USSR

Annnnnnd I fail at making blogging a priority when my life is crazy. Meh. I'm okay with that. There are definitely 15 million things I should/could be doing right now while my baybeh sleeps but in the spirit of procrastination and with a general lack of motivation, I say unto you, blog, "be updated".

And so it was that the blog was updated.

So. Danny took the bar. Now we wait until October 1st to see whether or not he passed and then we either buy a house or get jobs at the local Applebees.

After the dreaded BAR exam (it DESERVES the emphasis of the caps lock, trust me) we packed up all of our stuff and moooooved it all up here to our ghetto apartment in northern Indiana (I thought the ghetto-ness couldn't get worse than Manchester. Color me humbled), went to church (they're really excited about us being here), went back down to Indy where we had to clean our old apartment and then we sought refuge and solace at Casa de Bunker. Here's where I tell you that Peter and Ami Bunker are some of my all time favorite people. Ami Bunker was the first non-family member with whom I left Ava. And I didn't worry a bit while I was gone. It was magical. Anyhoo, her girls gave up their beds for our exhausted bodies and her son adores my baby. Not to mention the fact that they took us to and picked us up from the airport at really late/early hours. EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW A FAMILY LIKE THE BUNKERS.

So then we went to Utah where Lauren Jan Hillam became Lauren Hillam Wittwer in a beautiful ceremony in the Salt Lake Temple. Lauren married a grandson of an apostle so it was really cool to be there for their sealing. I couldn't help how emotional I got. I just love her and I'm so excited for her.

Annnnnnd then we came home. To our new, ghetto apartment and Danny started his job and I realized that I will still NEVER SEE HIM. His boss demands 10 billable hours a day. Which is a lot. More than most law firms. BAH! So Ava and I chill. And she tries to walk. Even though she just learned to crawl. And that is life.