Thursday, May 28, 2009

Moving... Again

For the last week we have been moving, again. We moved to San Diego just 7 months ago, but we were not happy with our apartment. I felt like I was under a lot of pressure to have a place ready when we got here, and there was just no opportunity for us to look at several different places. Once we got here and figured out that our apartment just wasn't what we really needed, we started looking. We had time to ask around, take tours, negotiate rent, etc. We have only been here 5 days and are already much happier.

This has been the most unorganized move we have ever had so it has been very stressful. The new apartment is only about 5 miles from our old apartment, and we had a whole week to move. I didn't pack anything ahead of time. It has been very interesting, and I have learned my lesson.

Bentley, of course, has taken everything very well. He had his 18 month checkup last week. He weighs 22 lb. 2 oz. and is 33 in. tall. His height is in the 75th percentile, but his weight is only in the 5-10th percentile. The doctor said everything is fine since that's how he's always been. She said if he doesn't start saying quite a few more words in the next couple months that we will have to get him evaluated. He says about 8 words regularly and does 5 signs. Here he is telling me he is "all done" with playing in the laundry basket.
At our old apartment our parking space was right in front of our living room window. When I would hear Paul pull up I would say, "who's here?" and Bentley would run over to the window to greet his daddy.
He was very proud that he stacked these blocks up.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Toddler Fears

Today was Bentley's first trip through an automatic car wash. As soon as the brushes came on and started rotating around the car, he flipped out. I tried really hard not to laugh at him so I could reassure him that it was totally safe, but the look on his face was priceless. So far I think this is the only thing he is truly afraid of.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Home Again, Home Again

I am already missing everyone, but it is very nice to be home. Since we've been back I have not cooked, cleaned, or done any laundry. I am still trying to recover from the trip.

Our flight was supposed to leave Little Rock at 12:15 Saturday afternoon to go to Dallas. Then we would have a 2 hour layover and be in San Diego at 6. It was raining that morning, but I didn't really think anything of it. Everything was fine up until we were about to board our plane, the weather was too bad for us to take off. Well, that's okay. I had plenty of time before my next flight. Several hours later, the weather was clear in Little Rock, but it was horrible in Dallas and they were not accepting any flights. I think there were about 5 flights from LR to Dallas that day, and by that time several of them had been cancelled. My ride was long gone, and I really just wanted to get home.

Every time it came up that I would miss my connection, I changed to the next flight. At 7 that evening my flight was the only one that wasn't cancelled, but they were saying they weren't sure if it was going or not. I decided to give up and try again the next day. The only reason I didn't sooner was because it would take 3 hours for someone to come get me. And Heather, how I wish that I would have called you, but for the life of me I could not think of anyone that lived in LR. I remembered the next day.

When I was next in line to change my flight, they announced that the plane would now be boarding. Yay, so I got on. They assured me that all the flights would be delayed so I should still be able to get a plane to San Diego. A one hour flight turned into 3 hours, with an hour wait for a gate, then a 2 hour wait for my stroller. There is a reason they do not fly in storms I found out. That was the scariest landing ever! At this point it is 2 or 3 in the morning, Bentley is melting down and I just want to lay on the floor and cry with him. Everyone was trying to rebook, so by the time it was my turn, the earliest flight was 9pm on Sunday. They felt sorry for me since my child was freaking out, so they gave me a hotel.

After a short nap, we were back at the airport to try to get an earlier flight. After begging one of the ticket people and almost crying, she got me on an ealier flight and we finally made it home 24 hours after we were initially supposed to.

I learned a few lessons. I will never try to travel on a day like that again. I will always bring extra snacks, money, and diapers when I travel. We ran out of food and money before even leaving LR, and luckily had exactly enough diapers.

I had my camera with me, but I was way too stressed out to even think to take pictures. I did take a couple with my phone, and if I ever figure out how to get them on my computer I will post them.