Last Days in Utah

Amazing how many last minute things come up when you contemplate an out-of-state move; I can only imagine the stress of moving out of the country.  We have been borrowing a car for Erik to drive ever since our Honda got hit on the street, but we knew we'd need to get another car once we got to Phoenix.  We didn't anticipate finding what we were looking for at the price we needed a week BEFORE we moved.  Unfortunately that means that we will have to pay registration fees in 2 states, but we certainly can't complain about our new car!  Erik calls it his sports car... :)  I still feel a little funny about driving a van with only two kids, but I love the space.

Erik ended up driving our other car down to Phoenix a day after graduation.  He had two days to get down there, find a place, leave the car with my parents, and fly back home.  He skyped a few different places with me so I could see them, and thankfully he found a place that would work.  He was terrified that I would hate his choice and he would be sleeping on the couch for a year.  I'm happy to report that we are both using the master bedroom.

On Memorial Day weekend we drove up to Clarkston to visit Aunt Kay and see Grandpa Godfrey's grave.  While we're excited to be moving on with our lives, it's always sad to move away from loved ones.

Here we are with our dear landlords on moving day.  We shed a few tears over leaving them behind.  Multiple times.  We are trying to convince them to leave their real children and move down here with us...

Moving is much harder with children!  It seemed like we couldn't get anything packed up until they went to bed - consequently we still had some packing to do when friends showed up to help us.  It's always embarrassing when they start moving furniture out and reveal 3 years of dust underneath.  I guess that's why people do spring cleaning - not me, obviously.  We are so grateful for all the help we received from friends, I can't imagine having to move on our own.

We drove down with Erik's parents over 2 days - a nice easy drive.  The kids were remarkably good, and we didn't really have any mishaps until Flagstaff.  We stopped at Little America for lunch, and I fed Sam.  I laid him on the couch and heard a huge explosion.  Gingerly I picked him up and flinched as his feces flowed down his legs onto my feet and the nice Persian rug.  Later I was really grateful that I was wearing washable flip-flops, but at the time I was less appreciative.  He got bundled in my nursing cover, while I dabbed at the rug covertly with wipes, and then we made a trip to the bathroom.  Nana and I started cleaning him up and realized that he needed a full-on bath.  So we plopped him in the sink.

All future visitors: avoid the far left sink

We stayed with my nice parents for a few days until our little townhouse was ready - I'll post about that later!  For now, we're really glad just to be settled in and moving forward with our lives.