August 28, 2010
August 26, 2010
We made it!
Let me relate the story to all of you.
Jon left on August 1st to Chicago for a two week training. I being the planner that I am decided that it would be a good idea if Shayla and I arrived via plane on August 12 so that we could check into our apartment, hopefully the moving company would arrive with all of our stuff, and we would be able to start unpacking our apartment before Jon had to officially start in the Palo Alto office on August 16th. Jon flew in to the San Francisco airport on the 13th. That way we could avoid the 14 hour drive with a one year old. I thought this sounded like a great plan! Definitely less painful than a car ride. As I'm sure most of you are aware we made it safe and sound to California. So far we enjoyed our time here but when I first arrived Jon was afraid (and rightfully so) that I would turn myself around and buy a ticket back to Utah for Shayla and I.
Oh, the one detail I forgot to mention is that Jon drove one of our cars out to San Francisco on July 30th so that we wouldn't have to pay to move the second car. (The company paid to move one car, since we are a two car family that meant we needed to get the other one out somehow) Then he parked that car at the airport that he flew out of and that Shay and I would be flying into. We had it ALL planned out...
So the morning of the 12th arrives, Jon's parents had been kind enough to let me sleep at their house that night and then drive me to the airport at 5 am. We thought it would be best if I arrived in the morning so that I could get everything settled. That meant that I had a flight at 7am. ouch.
I dragged myself out of bed. Interrupted Shayla's peaceful slumber and we all loaded into the van so that I could begin this journey. I thought that if I could just get through the lay over in LA we would be home free...
Well we got through the layover and I got our bags. Now you have to realize the pathetic site I was walking through the airport. I had a baby in a stroller that I was pushing with one hand and two suitcases linked together be dragged by my other hand. I had multiple people offer to help but I declined because I could do this! I was tough!
Then I tried to find the car...
These were the instructions I had. We're parked in level 2 section D in long term parking. It's an orange section. It's in a parking garage. You may have to take a shuttle, but I don't know because some terminals are right next to it, so you might just have to walk across the street.
So I just had to find a parking garage and 2D. I saw a sign for a parking garage, this was going to be easier than I thought. So I took the elevator and walked to the parking garage, took another elevator up to level 2 and saw D. Victory! So I dragged and pushed my way around section D. I went up and down all the aisles. No car. Then I looked down at the paper and it was supposed to be in an orange section. Well B was orange, D was purple. So I dragged and pushed my way to the other end of the parking garage and walked up and down section B. No car.
By this time I was hysterical. I had blisters on my feet. I was exhausted. I called Jon, "Where did you park the car?" (I may have been a little meaner than that)
After a lot of "I'm sorry dears" from Jon I realized I was in a parking garage but not long term parking. So now I had to figure out how to get back to the airport. It was harder than it sounded. After a few maps and a few elevators I finally got back. Barely holding back the tears I went to the information desk and asked them how to get to long term parking. Go upstairs and across the street. OK.
So I went upstairs and saw a police officer and asked him. He told me to cross the street at a certain junction. ok.
Then there was a lady blocking my way. and she snapped at me to wait a minute when I tried to get around her. Yes me, the lady pushing a stroller with one hand and dragging 100 pounds of luggage behind her. So I waited there... and waited, holding back tears. Finally she looked up at me and smiled and I gave her a half smile back and walked past. Then she saw me. And said, "Oh, you poor dear." That is when I burst into tears. From that point on I had people offering to help me and miss their flights, get my luggage on the shuttle that would get us to the car (finally). And overall a huge outpouring of sympathy.
One woman said, "Well at least your home now!" Ummm, I'm just moving here today. "Oh well you have family around, right?" No... "Where is your husband?" Chicago, until tomorrow. "Do you know the area at all?" No. Then the bus driver asked me where my stop was and behind tears I said, "I don't know. My husband just told me 2D."
Looking back now it's fairly humorous. Then... not so much.
And poor Jon, in Chicago, can't help us at all, feeling horrible, crying along with me. Boy was I glad when that day was over!
I promised Shannon (Jon's Mom) that I would blog about this story. It's pretty classic.
We did eventually find the car after searching for an hour and a half. Got to the apartment. Our other car was delivered to us. I set up the pack and play and an air mattress. Met one of my neighbors who has an 11 month old little girl and just happens to be a pediatrician. She's taking the year off so that her husband could do a residency out here. Things started looking up. Now we are enjoying our time here. We've already started making friends which I am so thankful for. Heavenly Father has really been looking out for us.
I'm really glad I didn't turn around and buy a ticket back to Utah. Luckily for Jon the thought didn't cross my mind.
Jon left on August 1st to Chicago for a two week training. I being the planner that I am decided that it would be a good idea if Shayla and I arrived via plane on August 12 so that we could check into our apartment, hopefully the moving company would arrive with all of our stuff, and we would be able to start unpacking our apartment before Jon had to officially start in the Palo Alto office on August 16th. Jon flew in to the San Francisco airport on the 13th. That way we could avoid the 14 hour drive with a one year old. I thought this sounded like a great plan! Definitely less painful than a car ride. As I'm sure most of you are aware we made it safe and sound to California. So far we enjoyed our time here but when I first arrived Jon was afraid (and rightfully so) that I would turn myself around and buy a ticket back to Utah for Shayla and I.
Oh, the one detail I forgot to mention is that Jon drove one of our cars out to San Francisco on July 30th so that we wouldn't have to pay to move the second car. (The company paid to move one car, since we are a two car family that meant we needed to get the other one out somehow) Then he parked that car at the airport that he flew out of and that Shay and I would be flying into. We had it ALL planned out...
So the morning of the 12th arrives, Jon's parents had been kind enough to let me sleep at their house that night and then drive me to the airport at 5 am. We thought it would be best if I arrived in the morning so that I could get everything settled. That meant that I had a flight at 7am. ouch.
I dragged myself out of bed. Interrupted Shayla's peaceful slumber and we all loaded into the van so that I could begin this journey. I thought that if I could just get through the lay over in LA we would be home free...
Well we got through the layover and I got our bags. Now you have to realize the pathetic site I was walking through the airport. I had a baby in a stroller that I was pushing with one hand and two suitcases linked together be dragged by my other hand. I had multiple people offer to help but I declined because I could do this! I was tough!
Then I tried to find the car...
These were the instructions I had. We're parked in level 2 section D in long term parking. It's an orange section. It's in a parking garage. You may have to take a shuttle, but I don't know because some terminals are right next to it, so you might just have to walk across the street.
So I just had to find a parking garage and 2D. I saw a sign for a parking garage, this was going to be easier than I thought. So I took the elevator and walked to the parking garage, took another elevator up to level 2 and saw D. Victory! So I dragged and pushed my way around section D. I went up and down all the aisles. No car. Then I looked down at the paper and it was supposed to be in an orange section. Well B was orange, D was purple. So I dragged and pushed my way to the other end of the parking garage and walked up and down section B. No car.
By this time I was hysterical. I had blisters on my feet. I was exhausted. I called Jon, "Where did you park the car?" (I may have been a little meaner than that)
After a lot of "I'm sorry dears" from Jon I realized I was in a parking garage but not long term parking. So now I had to figure out how to get back to the airport. It was harder than it sounded. After a few maps and a few elevators I finally got back. Barely holding back the tears I went to the information desk and asked them how to get to long term parking. Go upstairs and across the street. OK.
So I went upstairs and saw a police officer and asked him. He told me to cross the street at a certain junction. ok.
Then there was a lady blocking my way. and she snapped at me to wait a minute when I tried to get around her. Yes me, the lady pushing a stroller with one hand and dragging 100 pounds of luggage behind her. So I waited there... and waited, holding back tears. Finally she looked up at me and smiled and I gave her a half smile back and walked past. Then she saw me. And said, "Oh, you poor dear." That is when I burst into tears. From that point on I had people offering to help me and miss their flights, get my luggage on the shuttle that would get us to the car (finally). And overall a huge outpouring of sympathy.
One woman said, "Well at least your home now!" Ummm, I'm just moving here today. "Oh well you have family around, right?" No... "Where is your husband?" Chicago, until tomorrow. "Do you know the area at all?" No. Then the bus driver asked me where my stop was and behind tears I said, "I don't know. My husband just told me 2D."
Looking back now it's fairly humorous. Then... not so much.
And poor Jon, in Chicago, can't help us at all, feeling horrible, crying along with me. Boy was I glad when that day was over!
I promised Shannon (Jon's Mom) that I would blog about this story. It's pretty classic.
We did eventually find the car after searching for an hour and a half. Got to the apartment. Our other car was delivered to us. I set up the pack and play and an air mattress. Met one of my neighbors who has an 11 month old little girl and just happens to be a pediatrician. She's taking the year off so that her husband could do a residency out here. Things started looking up. Now we are enjoying our time here. We've already started making friends which I am so thankful for. Heavenly Father has really been looking out for us.
I'm really glad I didn't turn around and buy a ticket back to Utah. Luckily for Jon the thought didn't cross my mind.
May 31, 2010
Shayla has recently mastered the art of waving.
She waves to everyone who walks in the room, she waves at everyone who walks out of the room.
She waves to her toys, and the pictures on the wall.
She waves at the tv.
She waves at cars and trains and animals and trees and plants.
Sometimes I'm not sure what she is waving at. I love that this cute little part of her personality has started to come out.
She also has started to learn the art of dancing. (Yes it is pretty obvious she's my daughter, why do you ask?) Every time music starts she starts bouncing to the beat. My favorite was when she did this while she was sitting on me watching super why.
She also does a little hip thrust wiggle when she's excited... I always wonder what people think when they see it....
Jon and I just laugh. I love that girl, sometimes I'm still overwhelmed with how much I love that little girl. That is my little update on her.
She waves to everyone who walks in the room, she waves at everyone who walks out of the room.
She waves to her toys, and the pictures on the wall.
She waves at the tv.
She waves at cars and trains and animals and trees and plants.
Sometimes I'm not sure what she is waving at. I love that this cute little part of her personality has started to come out.
She also has started to learn the art of dancing. (Yes it is pretty obvious she's my daughter, why do you ask?) Every time music starts she starts bouncing to the beat. My favorite was when she did this while she was sitting on me watching super why.
She also does a little hip thrust wiggle when she's excited... I always wonder what people think when they see it....
Jon and I just laugh. I love that girl, sometimes I'm still overwhelmed with how much I love that little girl. That is my little update on her.
May 4, 2010
Well among the craziness of last week we also moved in with my parents for the next few months to save on a rent before making the big move to California. Shay was a little skeptical about the whole thing at first but once she realized that Mom and Dad were staying she decided to milk it for all it's worth. My parents are eating up the extra time with their granddaughter and Shayla is loving all the extra attention. She is convinced that she is the center of everyone's universe. She is a riot. She likes to play a game where she passes from one person to the next. Then she lays her head on their shoulder for about a second and then reaches for the next person. She is too smart for her own good.
I took her to the doctor last week and he said that she was advanced for her age. Verbally and Motor skills. She's a smartie pants. He was checking some of her reflexes and she was crying like the world was ending, so he gave her back to me when he was done and she laid her head on my shoulder crying, then looked at him and glared like he was the worst person in the world. As he left she perked right back up and he said, "You have a little manipulator on your hands." Yes, yes I do.
It was also our two year anniversary on Sunday. Yay for us! We left Shayla with my parents Saturday afternoon and had a nice date. It was really nice being a couple again rather than parents. We sure love being parents but you need to have time to just enjoy each other.
We are still attending our ward in Spanish Fork since I'm still in the YW Presidency. I guess the Bishop was informed that if he released me there would be a revolt on his hands. Jon is a little opposed to the idea because we both think you should attend where you live, but he was really opposed this sunday because if we had gone to my parents ward then he could have watched the Jazz game. Good thing they lost or I might really have been in trouble! Normally I wouldn't stay going to a ward I didn't live in the boundaries of but since it will only be for a few months I'm pretty indifferent about it. Every time we start planning an activity for after I leave it makes me a little sad though.
I took her to the doctor last week and he said that she was advanced for her age. Verbally and Motor skills. She's a smartie pants. He was checking some of her reflexes and she was crying like the world was ending, so he gave her back to me when he was done and she laid her head on my shoulder crying, then looked at him and glared like he was the worst person in the world. As he left she perked right back up and he said, "You have a little manipulator on your hands." Yes, yes I do.
It was also our two year anniversary on Sunday. Yay for us! We left Shayla with my parents Saturday afternoon and had a nice date. It was really nice being a couple again rather than parents. We sure love being parents but you need to have time to just enjoy each other.
We are still attending our ward in Spanish Fork since I'm still in the YW Presidency. I guess the Bishop was informed that if he released me there would be a revolt on his hands. Jon is a little opposed to the idea because we both think you should attend where you live, but he was really opposed this sunday because if we had gone to my parents ward then he could have watched the Jazz game. Good thing they lost or I might really have been in trouble! Normally I wouldn't stay going to a ward I didn't live in the boundaries of but since it will only be for a few months I'm pretty indifferent about it. Every time we start planning an activity for after I leave it makes me a little sad though.
April 27, 2010
I had a big realization the other day. I was sitting at home wishing that we had friends. Don't get me wrong we have friends. But some of them have moved away, some are still single and want nothing to do with married people, and some I've just completely lost contact with.
It's all my fault. I completely realize that. For the first time in my marriage I found myself longing for more company than just my husband.
We have also met friends in all of the wards we have moved into. In Houston we were too interested in seeing everything Houston had to offer. Plus the one time we tried to make friends there was that unfortunate incident with the antique chair. In this ward it seems like just as we were starting to make friends we were offered a job out of state so everyone knew we were leaving and wrote us off, and we didn't try too hard either. I have a few good friends in the ward. Emily and I take our babies on walks together and I love everyone in the Young Womens Presidency with me.
Our other obstacle seems to have been that we have family so close that there is almost always something going on. Not a bad thing at all. Just a part of the equation.
I realized that if we are going to be happy in California we are going to have to really extend ourselves and make sure to try and develop friendships as soon as possible. Maybe then we won't miss Utah and all that is familiar. Maybe we won't feel a big void in our life from moving away from our family... Maybe.
I'm looking forward to this new adventure we have in store. I'm looking forward to being "The Laudies" Not an extension of Ron and Shannon or Gary and Diane. I'm looking forward to the weather and all that there is to do there. I've heard the wards are great and I'm looking forward to meeting new people.
I'm looking forward to a lot of things. But I also realized some of my weaknesses that I have after being married. I never had this problem as a single adult. I always had a plethora of good friends. I've also recently realized I have an irrational fear that people don't really like me. (Or maybe rational, who knows) Sometimes I worry that people are only friends with us because they love Jon. It amazes me how marriage has changed me, or how life has changed me. I'm not sure which. I hesitate putting this out there because I'm not looking for anything. These are just realizations I've had about myself the last little bit.
It's all my fault. I completely realize that. For the first time in my marriage I found myself longing for more company than just my husband.
We have also met friends in all of the wards we have moved into. In Houston we were too interested in seeing everything Houston had to offer. Plus the one time we tried to make friends there was that unfortunate incident with the antique chair. In this ward it seems like just as we were starting to make friends we were offered a job out of state so everyone knew we were leaving and wrote us off, and we didn't try too hard either. I have a few good friends in the ward. Emily and I take our babies on walks together and I love everyone in the Young Womens Presidency with me.
Our other obstacle seems to have been that we have family so close that there is almost always something going on. Not a bad thing at all. Just a part of the equation.
I realized that if we are going to be happy in California we are going to have to really extend ourselves and make sure to try and develop friendships as soon as possible. Maybe then we won't miss Utah and all that is familiar. Maybe we won't feel a big void in our life from moving away from our family... Maybe.
I'm looking forward to this new adventure we have in store. I'm looking forward to being "The Laudies" Not an extension of Ron and Shannon or Gary and Diane. I'm looking forward to the weather and all that there is to do there. I've heard the wards are great and I'm looking forward to meeting new people.
I'm looking forward to a lot of things. But I also realized some of my weaknesses that I have after being married. I never had this problem as a single adult. I always had a plethora of good friends. I've also recently realized I have an irrational fear that people don't really like me. (Or maybe rational, who knows) Sometimes I worry that people are only friends with us because they love Jon. It amazes me how marriage has changed me, or how life has changed me. I'm not sure which. I hesitate putting this out there because I'm not looking for anything. These are just realizations I've had about myself the last little bit.
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