The Move

As most of you know we moved. From Texas to Utah. Holy culture shock my friend.
I worked Friday all day long. An hour after I should of left work I was off and headed to pick up Bradley and run some last minute errands.
The night was just crazy. Bank, day care, food, gas, packing. All within a short two hour window.
Finally I had to go pick up husband from the airport.
He flew in and B was beyond happy to have his daddy back.
Husband kindly loaded up our car with the few things I had with me and we went to bed.
At 5Am the next morning we were loaded in the car and on our way.

The entire trip was anything but eventful. Minus a scary ten minutes with the gas light on and no gas station in sight.

B was a rockstar the entire trip. He played with his fun new toys Grandma bought him for the drive & watched a couple movies. He did really well with bathroom breaks. Only taking a break when we stopped for gas or food. (A few times we "made" him go) He slept really well in the car. Only napping a few times.

Husband even let me drive for a brief moment. Thankfully that didn't last long. I hate driving.

We stayed the night in Colorado and got some much needed rest.

We made it into Utah just before noon on sunday. We stopped to visit my sister and my new niece.

After picking up Husband's Jeep from his Grandparents we headed up to logan.

We unloaded the car, rand to one of the two walmarts we have here (be jealous folks) for some essentials, picked up some dinner and called it a night.