The 3 Vagabonds...

Soaking up the sun before we all become bleached white in Oregon!!

My Lovies and I have been living out of our suitcases for almost three weeks now. Just as fast as we were moved and settled in Oregon, we were off again. We traveled to So Cal to ease the move for my mother. She has been having a hard time with it. She really only had a week to let it set in before Matt moved...I forget that I have known for at least two months of the possibility. I don't even think my mom has gotten over us moving to Sacramento. In both instances of me letting her know it was like I literally stuck a knife into her heart. You see, my Mama and I are best friends. We have depended on each other as long as I have been alive. I have been told thousands of times of our extreme resemblence. Thankfully, our personalities are slightly different but have no fear, Emma is the exact same as she is....it is sort of scary. Anyway, we spent a week there before I jetted off to SF for some work. I left the kids in So Cal with my parents and let them have some more alone time. My babes are thankfully back in my loving arms and I am so happy. Five days without your children can seem like an exciting fun break but it breaks your heart. I kept telling myself (as I always do when I am away from them)..."you will see them on the 6th day Danielle" and I did. We spent the day swimming, hugging, loving on each other and just rejoicing for being reuinited. We will spend the rest of our days in California at my wonderful inlaws house where we continued to be spoiled rotten.

This just happened....

.....that is what I was telling myself as the man in front of the Starbucks counter yelled out to the barista "give me all of your money!" I slowly turned my head as she yelled back to him "no," thinking to myself "give him the darn money it's not yours!!" It was over in a flash as I sat there listening to the aftermath of it all. He leaned over grabbed the money and bolted for the door. "This SH** just happened" was what was running through my head. I was in Sacramento (because the kids and I are back in Nor Cal for a couple of weeks until I tie up some loose ends on my business) and had to dash into a Starbucks to recharge my batteries literally and figuratively. I couldn't go to my favorite local jaunt because I needed to actually work. I popped into the one that was nearest to me and got to it. I always hated this Starbucks...the company was mixed and the other "mix" usually didn't wear deoderant. So today I sat there going WTF. I had a wedding rehearsal to get to in an hour so instead of giving them time to ask me to stay to give a statement, I packed up and bolted.

Only me!!

An Ode to Tuesday..

I am not talking about the actual day of the week, or maybe I am but mostly this post is focused on paying homage to my Auntie Tuesday. Aunt Kim (aka Tuesday) has come to my house in Sacramento every Tuesday since the day we moved to Sacramento. We had our last Tuesday a couple of weeks ago. It was one of the hardest days leading up to this move. She has been such a huge support to me and the kids. The amount of love and attention she has given us all on our special day and beyond is incredible.  If I tried to explain what she did for us I would not do it justice. Just know that everyone needs a "Tuesday." My kids love her like a grandparent and wait for Tuesdays with such excitement.
Today is Tuesday...it's our first Tuesday without her. Below is an email I wrote her this morning so she knew how we are thinking of her today because I know she is just as sad. It will give you a little glimps into what we used to do.


Tuesday, 

Today is really hard for me. I am trying to forget how much I love Tuesdays...but I can't. I am imagining what it would be like if you were going to come over today. I would probably cook a great dinner in our new kitchen and we would sit in the kids rooms and decide how we would decorate each....especially Emma's (we always have so much fun with her room). Then I would move us to decorating our living room and dinning room because I am honestly lost with those two. You would give me a ton of ideas and I would immediately put those to work on Wednesday. Instead, I am sitting in my big 'ol house with blank walls and zero inspiration to decorate. Today I am sad but I know that we will visit each other soon. 

Danielle

Sometimes moving is hard. Today it's hard on me. Tomorrow will be better. 

D

Oregon or Bust....

I just wanted to give you a quick update to let you know that the kids and I have landed and are somewhat settled in Oregon. The day was filled with craziness right from the start. We had to get up at 6 am to drive from my in laws (bay area) to the Sac Airport and make our flight by 8:45 am. Did I mention that we had enough luggage to clothe a small country? We were dropped off at the curb, luggage and car seats and all. I was a hot sweaty mess by the time I was in line (the very long line) at Alaska check-in. My two little babes were absolutely amazing!! They stayed right by me and listened well...although, there was a potty emergency (of course) as we were mid-way through the line. As fellow mothers usually do when they see me, one offered to watch my items as I hustled Miss Emma and practically dragged Quinn to the restroom. A quick potty break and back in line. Then it was time to bag the car seats. Another fellow Mama helped me bag the car seats while I had my two little ones keep their backs to the wall so I could watch them. Once we made it through...we went up to the escalator...AKA my kids personal Disneyland. Emma jumped on and immediately fell to her knees. The escalator was on crack and going about 100 miles an hour. A swift arm grab along with holding Quinn and we recovered. I let her try it one more time and she made it. You will love what comes next...guess who was chosen for a random screen??? Me, the sweaty mother who was unloading her two laptops and all of her kids crap into the bins. They chose me. So once through the screen they moved us to a room (the three of us) and patted down my lady parts and discovered that the only threat I posed was my death stare. We made it to the gate just in time for me to rip into the toys Aunt Kim bought them and board the plane. Since we were flying Alaska we had to go down an outside staircase and walk outside and up another staircase to our plane. I said "oh screw it" picked up both of my babies and descended down the stair case, walked across the tarmac and to the next staircase. My mind was racing with "good for you" and "no guy could ever handle this." Kids were set up in their row with their toys and I sat in my seat. The flight was very uneventful until Quinn pooped. I had to change his diaper on top of the toilet in the bathroom (which I covered with toilet paper and let him use the TP roll as a pillow). Later in the flight the attendant came up to me and said "It smells a lot better out here than it does in there." Ummm....what was I supposed to do? Leave him in his diaper? C'mon....like I needed that comment. Enter in my first order of a bloody mary....ahhh..that made me happy...I shared the other half of my vodka bottle with my seat neighbor...figured he deserved it for being stuck with my ADD self constantly moving around. We cheers'd to ourselves and bottoms up. 

We landed! We walked to the exit found Matt and then loaded up our lives and headed to our new house. The kids were very excited when they saw their new rooms, although Emma was not thrilled with her new bed...she wanted a daybed.....she is still asleep in her new bed now so I think it grew on her. 

I spent the rest of the day going through our bagillion boxes that seem to never end. I will spend most of our day doing that again....maybe most of the week....

Just wanted to let you all know what I was up to. Most importantly...We survived...We made it...I only cried once....I think I am going to be okay here. 

Love you all!