A New Start to the New Year

It's been a crazy few weeks around here, but I figured if I didn't get an update on the blog Julie was going to disown me. Seeing as how (next to Kaitlyn) she's my favorite Boucek, I figured I better get crackin'.

Despite a few hick-ups the move to PA went pretty smoothly. Big thanks to my mom, dad and my cousin Jamie for all of their help packing up the truck and another one to Rick and Scott for lugging all the heavy crap down the stair . . . sometimes, it really helps to have Navy SEALS for friends. The Ryder truck and all our help left around noon on December 30 while K and I stayed behind to clean (ironic, I know). We hit the road around 5:00 and since K wasn't feeling well and my contacts were "fuzzy" we decided to stop after 4 hours and stay over in Dover. Thursday morning we woke from our comfy hotel beds to a sea of white outside and a bit of puke inside. Needless to say our 7:00 a.m. start time was slightly delayed until the sun came up and the roads de-iced.

K apparently picked up a stomach bug on Moving Day and spent most of the morning and all of the car ride throwing up everything in her poor little stomach . . . including the bile. Big thanks to Grandma Boucek for the small tub she "lent" K after their camping trip last summer. Needless to say, it was not a pleasant trip. If K wasn't sleeping, she was heaving. And trying to find a shoulder on a barely plowed road so the poor kid didn't have to stare at a bucket of bile for hours was not an easy task . . . any of the ten or so times we had to pull over. Thank God K is a championship puker . . . even as a toddler, she could hit the training potty in her bedroom with nothing but a nightlight when she was sick. I'm sure this skill will become handy when she gets to college.

By the time we made it to PA, my parents, brother and cousin had the rental truck unpacked and the storage unit filled. That was the good news. The bad news would be everything that was crammed into 2700 feet of our beautiful Virginia Beach house is now crammed into a rather large storage unit. And I have no idea where any of it is. Since I missed the "unpacking" stage I have no idea which box is where. So I have been spending a few hours a week digging around the unit armed with a Sharpie organizing boxes and making sure their labels actually face outward. The process is almost finished and to K's delight, I found most of her books and all of our jewelry.

Our first day back K and I had a slumber party in the former guest room of my parents' house. The day after we arrived, my amazing parents, brother and a different cousin than the one we put through the ringer in Virginia Beach hauled K's entire bedroom suite and my dresser out of the rental truck and up the stairs. K sent most of that time taking her brand new sled down the whole 1/2" of snow on the bank about 100 times. Apparently, moving your entire life north by 4 states is all good as long as you can play in the snow.

Our first weekend here was wonderful . . . but that's another story for another blog.