Flying with 2 children, across the country, is so ridiculous. Why on earth do children need so much crap. Not to mention, that Nate's fiddle and guitar are too valuable to check, so he had to carry them on. I also think we walked for about 20 minutes, just to get from our gate to the baggage claim at JFK. This was with me pushing Asher in the stroller, and carrying Sayer in his infant seat, along with 2 bags. Nate is somehow carrying his backpack, Asher's carseat, his fiddle and his guitar. Then, add 3 suitcases and 2 pack n plays to the mix, and we were quite the site to behold. I have been painfully exhausted since Wednesday night, there is still so much more to do, and I still don't have my beloved stroller yet (drama... ok, not drama, just annoying crap going on with the manufacturer... blah)
So, obviously, we made it safe and sound. The boys were absolute gems on the trip over here. Honestly, I think Asher was just thrilled to be anywhere but at our house, watching all of his toys mysteriously disappear one by one, having me lose my patience with him every couple of minutes, staying in his pj's all day long... the list goes on and on. He has been so excited though, since he woke up Thursday morning. When we walked into our apartment Thursday night, he was freaking out, he was SO excited. This is after he has already been so excited to be on the plane, to ride the airtrain at the airport, and saying "ba-bye train, I wuv you". The excitement has mercifully carried over into today's activities as well, which included: ikea, target, costco, and picking up a crib. I cannot tell you how it feels to live in NYC yet, because I honestly don't know. We have been going nonstop since we landed, and I have a splitting headache, and the thought of exploring the city sounds like the opposite of fun. I can tell you though, that I almost wanted to cry when we walked into our new apartment. I dramatically told Nate, "I don't know how long I am going to be able to live in this apartment.". It's defining characteristic is old. It's not as small as I thought it would be, which is definitely nice, but it is... old. There is just no other way I can put it. I am feeling better now, as Nate has given me the challenge of making it nice and homey and comfortable, and seeing as how I really have no other option, I am accepting that challenge, and can already see the possibilities. Good thing I was watching design on a dime on the airplane over here, eh?! I refuse to post pictures of the place until it is looking better, only because I don't want you to be feeling too sorry for me. ha HA! Just kidding, it's really not that bad. But I will post before and after pictures when I have it looking a little better.
Ok, now it is time for bed. Maybe tomorrow we will make it to the grocery store. Oh, it makes me tired just thinking about it.