Moving

{Sawyer boy munching on breakfast in the Denver airport security line-

that bagel started out coated in cinnamon sugar...}

Is it enough to say we moved? And be done?

Maybe if I just throw out there that we had a baby on December 19th, celebrated Christmas, packed our way through New Year's, got Jeff's official job offer, loaded our moving pods in a day, then flew out the next afternoon. Oh but we didn't get where we were going until the following day, because the airport forgot to check us in for our connecting flight, which we missed by one minute thanks to an airline delay. And it was the last flight out. So we spent the night in a hotel in Denver, without our luggage and in a major diaper emergency and finally flew safely to our new home the next afternoon. By the way, our new home is in Minnesota. It's colder here than in Alaska, hey it's even colder than Russia. It. Is. So. Cold. When our moving pods arrived a week after we did, pretty much everything was frozen and I was certain I would get frostbite from unpacking.  But let's not even talk about unpacking because that's always a drawn-out nightmare, isn't it? Suffice it to say we were pretty much camping out in our apartment-me and two small babes, all alone in the tundra-until Jeff got home at night.

So.....maybe that's enough about that.

There are so many more things that are actually pleasant to talk about, like the really solid grown-up job we were blessed to get right after Jeff graduated which kept us out of scary, unemployed limbo and launched us straight into America's middle class (we're still trying to recover from the g-force of that launch). Or how amazing that new baby is, and how spectacularly Sawyer is handling every single transition and change that has come his way.  Our little family is so amazing and in the circuitous path that life always turns out to be, I keep going to keep them going, and they, in turn, keep me going.

And here we go.
We're off on our grand, new adventure.