The Move

Somehow we survived the move. It was a crazy week leading up to our trek to Houston. Linda came to visit and help us pack, we are so grateful, and we had so much fun.

We went to Sammy and Ben's wedding.Rosalie got to meet Abuela Marcia at the wedding. It was such a long day and Rosalie was a really good sport about it all. We were happy to have the opportunity to see family one last time before leaving Utah.At first Rosalie enjoyed the packing and all of the boxes, she loved to climb in them, and use them as her little huts. By the end of the 2nd week of intense packing she was more than annoyed and concerned. Every time I would put things in a box and start taping it shut she would start to cry. I think she did not like us putting everything away that she knew and was comfortable with.

My mom came to bring my little bro Stephen up to BYU and move him into the dorms.

The morning of the day we left we sent Rosalie off on the plane with my mom, thanks a million for taking her. Then some awesome guys from the ward, my little bro and his roommate, Sean and Rick all did the heavy lifting and got everything into the truck before 1:00 pm. By 2:30 we were on the road to Texas. We made it to Gallup, New Mexico the first day and stayed there for the night. Then we got up as early as we could, we were all exhausted, and drove all the way to San Antonio. We stayed really close to the River Walk and the Alamo. Rick went and ran on the River Walk, and as we were leaving we drove by the Alamo. Sean's comment was, "that's it." He couldn't believe it was so small and felt that we Texans talk it up. I think that he just doesn't understand the history behind it, I never said it was a big building.

We arrived in Houston on Monday, and after a little delay in the apartment office, we proceeded to unload the truck, in the pouring rain. Sean's friend Jamie came to help, and he was awesome, we could not have done it without him. We were done by four and started unpacking boxes. It was great to get so much done in such a short time. Rick left on Tuesday, and Rosalie came back home on Wednesday. We tried to get a lot done before she got here so that it would feel like home. She has adjusted pretty well, she has her moments where I'm sure she is worried that something is wrong. She has found her way of beating the heat here, it is pretty much refusing to wear a shirt, and trying to pull it off once I get it on her. We walked around WalMart getting some essentials with her shirt halfway up, as she struggled to remove it. Silly girl! I will post apartment pictures as soon as I feel it is cute enough to document. Below is Rosalie's heat technique.