

Seems like just another normal day, bringing our new baby home from the hospital.
Little did we know we wouldn't walk into our house until about 4 hrs. from the time we left the hospital. We started out stopping by to get pizza to take home for lunch. We didn't find the pizza place right away so we took a little detour doing that. Well we finally got home after about an hour to realize we didn't have a house key. Our helper had locked the door with her key while we were in the hospital and our keys were still in the house. Well here it's just about impossible to break in (we have bars on our windows, ha ha) so we figured we had to go find our helper and get the key from her. So we leave the house and, oh I forgot to mention we don't know exactly where our helper lives and she doesn't have a phone. We drive to where we think her little village is and ask some people if they know her, but no one knew. We were quite puzzled, until we realized she didn't use the same name in her village as she does with us! Well we decide to drive down into the village a little ways (I don't think cars are supposed to go there) and Josh gets out to search a little bit. Finally he comes back and we're gonna go home, but...our car is completely dead!! At this point I wanted to shed some tears. Keep in mind all three boys and I have been in the car this whole time. Well, Josh got some guys to help him turn the car around and we had just enough room to push it off and it started! Praise the Father! We drive back home and Josh is trying to figure out how to break in but he's already broken shingles on our roof and he didn't want to do that again. Our neighbor happened to be out and she had some tools. I won't go through all the ways we tried to get in but finally Josh and an Indo man ended up taking our door off it's hinges. We were in our house! Don't worry the door is back in place now. What adventures our Father wants us to experience!