At the end of August, we moved from California to Utah in two days.
The boys were little angels the entire time!
Just kidding.
They were awful.
I even packed Cryin' Ryan a special bag of cool new toys - and he still pissed me off the whole time.
At one point I sat in the back seat, while my mom drove, and fed baby Tyler. Yes, I hovered over Titty Monkey while he was strapped in his carseat and breastfed him. My shirt was up and my entire boob was dangling in his face.
I consider this one of my life's classier moments.
My mom flew out to California a few days before we were leaving. She is a maniac and whipped my house and my butt into shape.
One the day we began our Mormon pilgrimage to Salt Lake City, my dad flew into Los Angeles just so he could help us drive back. OMG. My parents are freaking awesome.
They are so good to me.
Part of me believes they are so nice because they figured I'd probably be in jail at this point in my life.
Parents get all sorts of proud when their adult children stay out of prison.
We arrived at my parents house/our house for the next couple of months.
It was awesome, and not just because I didn't have to be in my car with 2 kids anymore.
I am a girl who loves mountains, snow, and family.
Lucky for me, Utah has all three.
P.S. the moment we got to my parents house, my mom made brown play-dough and encouraged Ryan to call it Poo-dough and helped him sculpt a Poo Clown.
I never thought I would live in Utah again, but it feels good to be home. ♥
