Little Kite Girl

Day 3?  Have we really been driving for three days already?  I’m loving visiting with my Auntie, Camper is still dream baby traveller.  I’m getting really excited for the end of the road, not unpacking that truck though.  Yuck.  And also…it is VERY cold outside.  Like 1 degree.  Windchill -1384.

I am also turning into my mother, muttering to myself about “trashola” cluttering up the back of our car.

All bottle heaters aside, the get boiling water from gas stations and keep it in a thermos plan has been working pretty well.  We’re eating snacks in the car, still too much fast food during the day.  Our hotels have been nice so far- and I think the skies might hold out for us at least one more day.

All that said, time to clean up and try to get some sleep.  Night all.

Remind me to write about Saint Mary of the Woods and the gator boys later.

Nuf said.

I don’t know what that title means.  Anyway.  We’re sleeping in Kansas tonight- so far this trip has been really good.  I love catching up with my Auntie who is helping me drive with Camper in our “Bubaro” as I’ve started calling it.  We had a treacherous morning in which I drive like a mad skilled woman over a crazy blizzardy mountain in CO.  White knuckles the whole way.  Kansas is boring, but I am so grateful for boring after this morning.  Onward and upward.  Perhaps more later, but I must sleep.  And Camper is being incredibly considerate of our need for sleep by the way.  I have the best baby ever.

Our status: Tired but good.

That’s all I have to say.  This is hard.  Packing my whole house is hard.  Doing it with a 3 month old is hard.  Trying to organize my brother’s life at the same time is hard.  I just can’t wait to get to New England.  Thank goodness for sane Aunties who fly across the country to help and Mom’s and Dad’s waiting on the other side.  But I just hope I’m sane enough to enjoy it once I get there.

For shiz.

Oh.  And I love my husband and baby.

And don’t like little old ladies that yell at me in the post office line.

And Provo can…

Life is too busy.   We’re trying to move here!

So John and Jonathan went to Las Vegas.  And came back.  In one day.  I think it was really fun for them.  AND John figured out how to get me a poker chip (something I’ve wanted since seeing Casino Royale) courtesy of Jonathan who brought cash (apparently if you pay for anything with a card on the strip, especially if it’s a really small denomination, you get majorly ripped off).  They walked around and sent me pictures and I am glad they went.

Interestingly enough Camper waited until about 20 minutes after John left to develop a low-grade fever.  It’s just a cold/flu which caused him to go to bed last night around 8:30 and sleep til 1 and then again til about 6…and then again until about 10am.  I’m afraid I might be spoiling him letting him sleep with me, but he was SICK.  And I needed a cuddle, too with John gone all night.  I said, “I think he’s started to associate me with sleep.”  John said, “I don’t know if that’s good.”  I said, “I don’t know if that’s good either.  But I don’t co-sleep with him (even though I did last night…).” John said, “I want you to co-sleep with ME.”  Haha.  Poor us!  It’s getting sad!  When we move to New England though, it’s time.  Time to sleep in my own bed again.  I can do it.  He’ll be fine.  We got him his white noise CD and he won’t be closer to the front door than we are (which is the situation here).  So I can probably learn to relax and let him be more independant.  We’ll see how it goes!

Today was meant to be big packing day.  Instead, because of the trip and the fact that Camper needs a wee more attention right now it’s more of a slowly getting to it packing day.  I’ve got my lists going, my Auntie gets here Monday (I can’t WAIT!!!) and yeah.  We’ll be ok.  My friend Anisa was going to come and stay the night last night, but in light of a no-fun crying/sick baby, we postponed our girly night til tonight.  She also graciously offered to help us pack today, again…a plan that went by the wayside on my side of things, but THANKS girly.

I’ve acutally gotten to reconnect with a couple of people before leaving.  Anisa, of course, who I never really disconnected with…I just had a baby…and Becca!!  A friend I lived with when I first lived here.  We kind of mutually lost track of each other for about…10 months?  Almost a year.  Crazy.  But turns out we still love each other.  I’ve also tried to call/chat with my friends from out east a bit more lately.  I’m trying girlies!  I’ll see you soon!

Ok, I must be tired because I’ve used too many exclamation points in this psudeo-boring entry.  And Camper is whimpering and probably needs some love.  So more later.  If I’m not packing.

And then she threw the chicken in the trash.

END SCENE

So we got out.  It was a no coat day, so when school let out Camper and I strolled around to scope out the families walking around.  It was nice.  We walked around a wee neighborhood that I never went into before.  It was just like Reading, England!  Lots of interconnected houses with walkways winding around in circles and lots of trees and bricks.  Very pretty.  Lots o’ old people.  There were lots of boxes on peoples porches, problably Christmas presents It made me happy.

Then I called my bro to tell him that the chicken probably won’t be done for when he gets off work because it’s not unthawing.  And there are guts in this one.  I couldn’t find one without the giblets.  And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure where they are.  I think I have some vague recollection of the neck and guts being shoved up the…well…I don’t know.  And wherever they are they are frozen solid.  Costco pizza anyone?

My favorite part of that conversation was when I was telling him to tell his boss to kiss it (my exact words) because they want him to work until the last second he’s in Utah, and I’m all “I WILL GO CRAZY IF YOU CAN’T HELP US FOR ONE DAY,” and as soon as the words “kiss it” leave my mouth I look down to see a little joe with a Spongebob backpack looking at me like, “Thanks for the new vocab.”  Beautiful.  At least I’m leaving a little something for the neighbors.

So most of the time these days I’m posting about my little boy and how insanely in love with him I am.  It’s true.  I think I spent most of the morning just breathing in his baby breath (how does it smell so good?) as he tried to fall asleep and feeling his little arms wrapped around my neck.  Last night he slept amazingly well.  He actually did go to bed around 9:30, til about 2:30am.  Then he went back to bed until 5:30am, then again until around 8ish.  It’s was a good thing I got some sleep, too, because John certainly didn’t.  He pulled an all nighter to finish up his last assignments, which I’m proud to report he DID finish.  He is just about to go into his last class of the entire semester now, and when he gets home I fully expect him to crash.  Hard.  He needs to.  But this is my public “I’m proud of you” for a husband who finished his last semester in college (almost!) with a newborn baby, emotional wife, and impending cross-country move.  His degree has taken him across state lines and a few years before finishing…and we’re both crazy enough to go on for more.  But this is an amazing first step.

So, back to my original point…so yes.  I have been on almost sole baby duty for a little bit so John could tackle his scary workload.  So I was happy le Camper slept so well last night and has been rather congenial for a couple of days, actually.  But you know what I’m finding?  And I’m going to get real with you here.  This is HARD.  He hasn’t taken a nap today, which means all the paperwork type stuff I’ve been needing to do isn’t getting done.  I had a fight with the scanner trying to update my blogher info (gets to wait for another day, yet again) and still haven’t gotten out of the house to pick up groceries (much less made a grocery list) or send out our family Christmas presents that arrived yesterday or get my Camper weighed so I can figure out which size diaper to pick up at Costco pre-move.  And then I think, “Don’t you just LOVE days when you don’t even get done the things you don’t want to do in the first place?”  I’ve held my beautiful baby all morning, and I was just BORED of it.  That’s horrible.  I know.  So I did some dishes to take a break (wo ho!), Camper playing happily in the background (he hasn’t had a screamy day, just an AWAKE one, it’s hard to entertain a 3 month old!) and had a frustrated cry.  Then I realized I hadn’t eaten anything since I got up this morning.  So I stopped my huge list of “to-do’s,” made myself some soup and a sandwich, and ate.  Amazingly enough, the “trapped in my house with someone who can’t talk” feeling faded away.

Moral of the story.  EAT SOMETHING.  Sheez.

I apologized to Camper for my sour mood.  He frowned at me.  So I told him to just let me know when he forgave me.  Then he smiled.  And I finished my soup and we watched the end of some Cheetah Girls in Spain movie together.

And that, my friends, is real.

Let me see.  My cousin SARA, who writes uber-long interesting comments and would do quite well in her own space.

My friend Alicia who could post lovely pictures of her son, one month older than my son.

and…

Becca B! Who started one, I guess, but I can’t find it and she’s barely ever on her computer…but it could work!

So come on guys.  Give me more people to add to my blogroll! Consider this a FORMAL invitation.

He napped fabulously today!  AND he didn’t scream after his bath (I drained it before I took him out…seemed to “transition” him better), AND he ate and went to sleep on his own in his crib by 8:30pm.  Who took my baby and switched him with another one?

Ok.  That’s not even funny.

Is he gonna wake up any minute now?  What do I do with the load of laundry that needs switched? The washer and dryer are in the closet in his room… I’m not used to this!

Also: I’m re-reading Twilight after seeing the movie that I only loved because it is fun to mock.  I finished the first book and am skipping right to the last one.  That’s totally the way to go.

Also again: If you’re looking for a good meal, we got a marinated pork loin from Costco awhile ago.  I cut it into 5 pieces (could’ve cut it into 6 for just the two of us, easy) and then baked it in the oven for an hour and a half in some tin foil at 350ish.  It might take a little while, but it’s SO tender and tasty and nice and easy.  And it’s a bunch of dinners just ready in the freezer for you!  Yup.  Yummmmmy.