Moving, Part II: Disaster.

On September 21, 2011, we completed the final day of our road trip... from Salt Lake City to home.   YAY!  The first thing we commented on as we drove into town "WOW, there is a lot more traffic here."

Our amazing friends made us a welcome home banner (which is still up in our living room) and had dinner ready and waiting for us.  It was so nice to feel welcomed home to Colorado.

Marty's truck made it back to CO before we did, so we were able to go pick that up the following day (Thursday).  Thursday was basically the calm before the storm.  Up until that point, things with the move had really gone relatively okay.  We were back in our house with our furniture, etc.   YAY!

On Friday the movers arrived with the rest of our stuff.   Marty had the ever so important job of marking all the boxes off the inventory.  Gavin was napping at that point and Elijah had gone to play with a friend. 

He may have also been reading up on the latest in baseball.  Just maybe?

Moving van!  :)

 While Marty kept things under wraps with the inventorying, I worked on unpacking the most important room: the kitchen.  Remember that the packing guys had come late on a Friday afternoon?  Note to anyone using a moving company: MAKE SURE THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN.  It started off with a few small things.... like a bottle of agave nectar spilled in a kitchen box.... and a box of baking soda spilled.  Mildly annoying, but nothing a wet dishcloth couldn't fix.

Kitchen: mid-unpacking

From there it progressed to roughly 15 boxes labeled toys.  There was no way we moved that many toys, did we?!?  No, we did not.  So, all those boxes labeled toys ended up in the basement.... when they were really filled with things like clothing, pictures, etc, that belonged upstairs.  As in, all the way upstairs.  Annoying, but not the end of the world.

Gavin surveying the boxes after waking from nap time.

There were a couple boxes not labeled at all.... or boxes with numerous inventory numbers, or no inventory numbers.  Then there was the missing box of kitchen stuff that we later found in our bedroom, labeled "Master Bedroom" of course.  The extra clothes rod for Elijah's closet was missing - but in it's place we did receive some stuff that did not belong to us?!?  At this point we were still just entertained by the mishaps.... well, slightly annoyed about carrying heavy boxes up two flights of stairs, but just thankful that someone else did the moving and packing for us!

Then Marty went to put together the crib.  Uhmmm.... the box that should have contained the hardware to reassemble the crib was not there.  He called the driver to the moving truck and then the company which did the packing back in Bend.  No one had any idea.  When it is affecting our sleep, we were no longer entertained.  The small mishaps suddenly reached the disaster level.  Gavin had been sleeping in the pack-n-play, which is a fine temporary solution, but it means that he is up every few hours - probably just because it is small and likely not very comfortable.  We were SO looking forward to getting a good night of sleep.  UGH!  It was Friday evening.  No one was going to get back to us until Monday.  And we were back to being up every couple hours. 

Long story short, we have a crib from Marty's sister and brother-in-law.   Gavin spent a few days terrified of it, but is now sleeping relatively well in it.  It was much more of an ordeal that we had anticipated, but at least we are back home.  :)