My Utah trip...

I'm back and had a great time, though it was hard to leave. I was excited to see my family of course, but I left behind in Utah--my best friend, and cutest new nephew. It's hard having Carrie be in Utah. It's been two years, and I'm still not used to it. We talk just about 2-3 times a day (thank you free long-distance), but it's not the same when you can't run over to her house whenever you want. But enough of that. We had a great time. I think I was a help to Carrie, even though she had meals brought in two nights I was there and I played a lot. She has such great friends there in her ward that take good care of her.



The first day we went on her first postpartum outing to Costa Vida for lunch (um, sweet pork anyone? YUM!!!!) and I kept her out too long and Gabe screamed the whole way home because he was hungry. Ya, I felt bad about that one. But the rest of the days were uneventful. He is such a sweet baby, and has the calmest disposition. We are so encouraged over this since my sisters other two boys cried all the live long day when they were babies. Gabe is such a sweetheart, and is SO tiny. His features are so petite and his is just too darling for words. He loves his Aunt Marcy because he smiled at me when I told him goodbye (alright, he was asleep, but whatever...) and I'm so glad I got to go.



I was able to get some shopping in, a few naps, I got 300 pages into my 1000 page book, had lunch with my Grandma Joy and cousins, took McKay to see a $1 movie, learned how to help an 8 year old with 2nd grade homework, got him up for school and made him breakfast each morning, ran into the school with wet hair to deliver him much needed library books, ate at Kneaders and Costa Vida more than once, made pizookies, watched a lot of the show "10 years younger" on TLC with Carrie and my most memorable: early Sunday morning for two hours while the rest of the house slept, I got to cuddle up with a newborn, a blanket and my book in a big cozy chair in their front room (with a huge bay window) and occasionally looked up to watch the snow fall. I couldn't believe it was snowing. I woke up to a winter-wonderland in March and so enjoyed the beauty of that morning with Gabe. Corny, but true. It was such a great morning.




Thank you so much to my husband Aaron. Seriously. You know when you get married you assume the person you are marrying will be a good father, but you never really know until he jumps into the role. And Aaron jumped into the roll and ran with it. He's so hands on, I can leave the house with no instruction and the kids are taken care of. I'm so grateful to him for taking off a few days so I could go. Man, do I love him.




Before I left, I was looking forward to a break from the chaos that can be my life at times, but I found myself missing those people who cause the chaos ;) so I'm very glad to be home. Chase has not stopped saying, "Momma, Momma" all day long (seriously, it's borderline annoying) Spencer said he likes to be home with me more than Dad (hee hee) and when Leda woke up this morning she said, "Mom, I just LOVE you and rubbed my back as we hugged. These things melt me. Just melt me. I'm so grateful for my family.