The cross-country trek

Well we made it. Amanda and Nick brought us breakfast and helped clear out the last few items in our apartment. The flight...well. Amanda helped me carry the 6 checked bags, 2 carry-on diaper bags, 2 carseats, 1 infant, 1 toddler, and 1 stroller to the skycap. We were quite the scene. Then I took the load minus 6 checked through security. A nice couple behind me helped me break everything down and go through the line. A super nice flight attendent carried Sarah in her seat down the jetway and buckled her in on the plane. What would I have done without all the Good Samaritans?
All was great for the majority of the flight. Katelyn was awake and watching Beauty and the Beast while Sarah slept. Then Katelyn fell asleep for 1 1/2 to 2 hours while Sarah was in need of attention. Little did I know the descent had begun and I was ill prepared. At the same time Sarah and Katelyn started screaming. Not moaning, not whining, flat out screaming. The lovely couple behind me took Sarah and fed her (did I mention I pumped on the flight too) while I tried to get Katelyn to swallow. Unfortunately the plane was out of liquids and so was I. Poor Katelyn had to suffer until we touched the ground. But she was a trooper, as were our fellow travelers. All in all I changed 3 poop-y diapers, two outfits, was covered in sweat, tears, and baby vomit but my mom still said it was so great to see me. Aren't mom's the best?
It could have been worse. Nate drove for 3 days to get from Maryland to Utah in time to hear Spencer's Farewell address on Sunday (which was totally worth it). On that lovely expedition he encountered a flat tire somewhere near Wyoming, a freak rain storm that flooded up high on the Penske, and I sent him with the wrong attachment for his ipod-oops. At least his sweet sister Holly was there for moral support, right? Thanks Holl.