After a canceled flight on Saturday we made it out on Sunday night. There were 415 flights canceled out of DFW but we were not one of them. We landed in Seattle late then drove the two hours north to Bellingham, turned onto our street at midnight…and couldn’t get up our driveway because it was…ICED FUCKING OVER. So me, my mom, Ellis, Tucker and Ross cats lugged our worn out asses to the Value Inn up the road. I finally closed my eyes around 3 am Dallas time. The next day my mom got up early and attempted to shake me awake, to no avail, then drove the rent car over to the house to salt the driveway. Four hours later we stopped by the house with 6 more 25 pound bags of salt which I lugged up the drive much to the chigrin of my lazy, unexercised since summer legs. Somehow I neglected to pack my camera charger in my suitcase so I can’t post pictures yet. I’ll try to capture just how trecherous the driveway is whenever Kent gets here. Which the way his trip is going will probably sometime next month.
The poor guy finally made it to California today after two highway closings on the way out of Texas (in a 26 foot truck AND hauling Sue B. Forrester). He pulled into L.A. this morning in good spirits only to discover yet more snow/ice and the 5 closed. Let’s just let that sink in shall we? The weak we chose to move there is ICE IN LOS ANGELES. He’s having a rough time of it and I’m just trying my best not to indulge in the panic that I can feel creeping in just behind my positive thoughts.
The house we live in is in a park and there is a 3 minute walk to an amazing waterfall. I can’t really believe we’re living here. I’ll tell you more about it when Kent gets here safely and I can focus long enough to properly expound. Suffice it to say the view out our windows makes me feel like I’m in an X-Files episode (think HUGE pines, fog, moss, green, green, green.) It’s like I’m dreaming.
In other news holy shit Gwen’s about to give birth already! Also fan-freakintastic news over at Nicole’s place. Congratulations to you guys, I can’t tell you how happy I am for you.
Remember when I said I hadn’t written much about the move because I didn’t want to jinx it? Well, consider my theory proven correct.
Our flight was canceled and Kent probably won’t head out until Monday when this storm passes. Isn’t it perfect irony that we’re stuck in Texas because of ice when we’re moving to northern Washington?
Ellis,
Your regular letter will be written after we get to our new home. Until then, here is what your mom was doing on the day you were born. I look at these pictures and I can still feel every feeling, remember every thought, feel every detail of your new little body. I can see so much of you now, a year later, in these first few moments of your life. I love you so much baby. Happy First Birthday.
Am I awake? I can’t really tell for sure. How is it possible my baby is one year old tomorrow? I don’t think it is. There must be some mistake.
We’re ass deep in packing and there’s shit everywhere but I managed to make it to the store to order him a Teletubbies birthday cake. If I don’t have time to post the birthday roundup tomorrow, chances are you won’t hear from me again until next week, when I’ll be posting from Beautiful Bellingham Washington.
Have you seen the weather up there? Another round of storms is moving in just in time for Kent to drive the gigantic moving truck up after we fly on Saturday. He’s taking the dogs and I’m flying with my mom and the cats and Ellis. Tucker cat peed himself on the way to the vet today. I’m hoping it’s not a sign of things to come. Are we completely crazy?
I’ve been really hesitant to post about the move for fear of jinxing it but I have much to say and I have a feeling it is all going to come out in one big word vomit soon after we get there.
That’s all I have time for for now…
On New Years Eve Ellis started sniffling and running a fever of 101.7. By New Years Night he couldn’t breath through his nose. The saddest thing I have ever seen is him sitting in his crib putting a passifier in his mouth only to have to take it right out because he can’t breath, then looking for another one hoping that one will work, and having the same problem. By 3 am he was throwing them across the room out of frustration. I think he’s finally feeling better today. Which of course means that I am now feeling crappy. I haven’t showered since he started feeling bad because if I tried to remove myself from the room he would cry which created even more snot. And now that I have him occupied by Charlotte and Wilber and I can’t muster up enough energy to go shower. Oh, and we’re moving in like, a week, and haven’t started packing. I hope your new year has started out a little better!
