Holl-A-day

We've moved! Hopefully the last time for very long time since I really like the house, and the area (plus I HATE the hassle of moving). Drake has a nice big, fenced backyard to play in and Kenley has a very cute little room for herself.

Our friend Tasha said it's a "happy little place" :)

I was excited to move to Holladay because my Aunt, Grandma and other family live here and have always told me how much they love it here.

We really got lucky finding this place, it's so close to work and school. There are a lot of young families too!

I am, however, a little worried about fitting in. What I mean by that is:

Our cars are an Accord and a Jetta + I haven't seen so many Subaru Outbacks with bike/snowboard racks in my life = I hope we can prove to be outdoorsy enough to play with these folks.

My morning jog in my sweater I've worn since high school and yesterdays mascara making me look at raccoon-y+ Tiny, beautiful women jogging in brand name sports attire in full makeup and hair done = Thank goodness for 24 hr gym memberships!

Our very modest furniture + the million dollar homes decorated to the 9's down the street = Holy inferiority batman!

We haven't even been here 2 weeks but I'm learning that Holladay is a whole new subculture of Utah that I never really knew about. People that have lived in Utah for years don't know exactly where it is, and misspell it like I did (but don't worry! know-it-all-BJ set me straight on the spelling)

Of course BJ is so excited about all the snowboarding peeps that I'm a little worried I wont see him at all in the winter months. But we're excited to be living in this cute place with our little fam and I'm especially excited to see what trouble I can get into here.

Mom

There has never been a time that I needed my mom where I wasn't able to go visit. I've always had the chance to drive to her home and use the quietness or borrow her ear to complain. Now, because my step-dad has a great job opportunity, they're moving to West Virginia. It's actually a blessing for them since David has been struggling to open his own business in provo and hasn't been succesfull.

It's a tiny town called Lewisburg. My mom has always loved the "small town" kind of life so its pretty perfect. It hasn't really hit me til recently. Now she's leaving tomorrow and i'm going to have to get on a plane if I want to see my mom. I'm really going to miss her here, but at least she'll have fun with the little stores like this!

Happy moving mom! I not-so-secretly hope you guys hate Lewisburg and move back soon!Although I do hope everything goes great for you guys there, love you!

Updates

My last blog was back in september, yikes! I have a few updates so heres a quick rundown of our recent activities.

For Halloween: We helped my dad and step mom move into their new house, which is great because its one-level living so my dad (with all his back and weakness problems) doesn't have to use stairs! Which have been getting more and more treacherous for him.

Kenley had a hard time finding a quiet place to nap all day, so the hour+ long drive home was full of baby screams. When we got home she passed out in her crib for the night just after 6, poor baby :(

This was the first year BJ and I didn't dress up and go somewhere Halloween-y, and I love celebrating it but was just too pooped to do much else but stay in and watch something spooky.

Grandma made Kenley a flower costume which stayed on just long enough to take pictures.

Also- My baby crawled for the first time today!! She only made it about a foot but she's getting there! That shouldn't be exciting to me, I keep telling her to stay a tiny baby but she's getting so big. I'm tempted to tie her little legs to make her stay imobile, my sweet girl is growing up too fast!

I unpacked the last box!! There may be a few framed pictures still in it but i'm counting it! I hate moving and i'm glad we're done for a little while.

I've been trying to get through this semester. I really like my torts class but I dread public speaking. I leave almost every time with a headache. Can I just say I will never work as a public speaker? I don't know exactly why i'm such a wreck delivering speeches, singing or playing music I can do, but put note cards in my hand and every single insecurity I have in me comes blaring to life.

Lately, I've had the urge to be crafty. I made halloween blocks, necklaces, little onzies with ties on them for the brand new little boys in my life and matching burp cloths.

(Sweet baby Riley modeling)

I also tried my hand at some Bakerella Cake pops, which you can find here. But mine turned out to be chocolatey lumps of sadness. Along with a missing green thumb, I did not inherit the "Good Cook" gene... sigh.....