Last night we stayed at the Lamp Post Inn, just a few miles away from the Ann Arbor apartment. It was as advertised- affordable, friendly, and clean. They had taken the traditional folding of the toilet paper (as a signal the bathroom has been cleaned) to new heights. Instead of the tradition triangle, it was almost a toilet paper peacock. We had just picked this place off the Internet, but later found out Brian's parents had stayed in the same motel when they visited. The motel provided a crib for Henry. Our unit also had a mini-fridge and microwave. The crib reminds me a little too much of a baby prison. This morning Nick completely repacked my bags to make them more compact, and Henry happily played in jail while we worked. The car is chock full of stuff. All of us have been away from home for a month, which requires a lot of gear. On top of that, we have the big stroller which takes up quite a bit of space. Nick is great at fitting it all in, so we're fine, but it's a good thing we don't have another passenger.