We only have a couple more days in Vegas before we head off to the bitter cold (not to mention flu season is in full force there).
We are pretty much done with packing, just the last minute things and cleaning are left.
{My packing helper, he loves the sharpie}
During this last week of packing we have also made sure to take some breaks.
Last Saturday Jared went out shooting with his friends while I took Luke to the movies.
We saw Monsters, Inc. in 3D.
His 3D glasses came off before the movie even started and he watched the whole thing with a fuzzy picture.
My glasses where too big and kept falling off so I put on his and they fit perfectly.
Sunday was Luke’s second time as a Sunbeam and it didn’t go as well as the first day.
He started to get nervous and clingy and ended up in tears as his teacher took him to class.
A heartbreaking moment as a mother.
Sunday was also the first day my emotions started to surface as I thought about moving.
I said goodbye to a lot of close church friends.
That evening we spent the night with close friends having dinner.
I couldn’t let this Monday pass without having one more Bachelor party.
We piled into my living room and sat and watched my TV surrounded by boxes.
I think we will try and coordinate our Bachelor watching while I am in Utah so we can text back and forth our commentary.
Yesterday I took Luke to his 3 year old check up.
They pricked his finger to get a blood sample to check his iron level.
Oh boy, he was so not happy and I could not get him to calm down.
He was screaming and crying like he had just got 10 shots.
It was another heartbreaking moment as a mother as I tried to console him.
After he finally calmed down he just kept telling me, “it super hurt, mom, it super hurt.”
Every time he thought about it, he would get worked up again.
I took him for a happy meal after to cheer him up.
It did the trick, but he wouldn’t let go of that hurt finger so I had to baby feed him his food.
This morning we spent the day at the Natural History Museum.
It was actually a lot more fun and interesting than I was thinking it would be for Luke.
{I cannot get him to look at the camera}
{Digging for fossils}
We have made sure to take snuggle breaks throughout our days of packing as well.
This week I sold our jogging stroller (for $15 more than I bought it, wahoo!) and I sold my old wedding ring.
It was funny because the guy who was interested in buying the ring knew I was from Utah because of my area code and he started to ask questions about us.
Come to find out that he is LDS as well and he served a mission in Brazil just like Jared.
He was a very nice guy who was getting engaged (I just hope this ring doesn’t jinx his marriage).
I was very glad to sell that ring though!
As I have been thinking about our time in Vegas I have always had questions about the reasons why we moved to Vegas, especially because our time was so short here.
Is there a reason or is the reason because we chose to with no other reason?
When we first decided to move to Vegas I had some ideas in my mind about why I felt like we needed to be in Vegas.
Being 8 months pregnant with a high-risk pregnancy wasn’t an easy decision, but I felt it was right to be in Vegas.
Now that we are moving back and I think about those reason of why I felt we needed to be in Vegas, those reasons weren’t it at all.
In fact, I didn’t know if I would ever know if there was a true reason for being here.
The last couple of weeks I have felt like I got some of those answers.
They are all very personal so I won’t share them here, but it is comforting to know that we are guided in the decisions we make.
Knowing that helps me when I question if we are making the right decision to move back to Utah.
Also, I know my friendships that I have here will continue even though I will be in Utah.
Fun post. I am glad you know why you moved there. It always helps to feel like you make good decisions. Good luck the rest of the week. It will be a long and cold weekend.
ReplyDeleteI love your posts, I love keeping update.
ReplyDeleteLuke CRACKS me up! "It seriously hurt, mom," made me laugh so hard. And never letting go of his little finger. He is so cute. I can so see Reagan doing that.
I read this last night but I wanted to make sure I commented. C had his finger pricked too at his last appt - oh my goodness - worst thing ever! he was so traumatized by that. worse than a shot! so when I saw poor Luke's sad tears I felt terrible for him!!!
ReplyDeleteOh Packing....blah! So not fun. How sad is Luke's little face after the finger prick. My husband swears those hurt worse than shots, he must feel the same way. ;)
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