Farewell Utah once again.

So, we are done with our latest Utah excursion. I always hate leaving. In fact, I almost canceled this trip a few weeks prior, partly because of the fact that I knew I wouldn’t want to leave. I always go with a resolution to devise a plan to live out there. I don’t necessarily want to live in Utah, but it’s my family I want to be near, especially now that I have kids. I mean, how can I not be sad when this is what I see as I’m driving away. Oh Amber, you can always count on her for a laugh.)

But I love Maryland as well, and it’s my home for now. It seems that as soon as I am getting settled after a trip like this, I seem to adapt right back into life and somehow forget how sad I was to leave my twin sister, the rest of my siblings, their families, my parents, and everyone else I love there. Probably because I am so busy getting these babies back into their routine, and this house back in order after my month-long absence (my suitcases have yet to be unpacked, and I don’t even want to begin the loads of laundry that is piling up).

Speaking of babies, I have to hand it to them for being such cute little troppers during a long, late flight. We left Monday evening on a 5 pm flight, an hour before bedtime. I thought this would either be a really great flight with them swaddled and sleeping peacefully in our arms most of the time, or a horrendous flight with them screaming, flailing, needing their dark, quiet, warm room to fall asleep in. Well, as soon as we boarded, we fed them and they all did fall asleep pretty quickly, only to wake up about 15 minutes later thinking it was play time again. They had been awake for several hours so they must’ve been tired, in fact they would threaten to drift off now and then, but then wake right back up. They didn’t seem to care. There were a few bouts of fussiness from everyone, especially Alex, but soon they were probably in that extremely overtired, loopy phase. They were actually pretty entertaining since they were so delirious and silly, laughing and jumping about. After a while of silently begging them to take  nap so that I could rest, I just let myself relax instead of stress, since I had tried everything I could think of to get any of them to sleep, and they were being so good despite their lack of it. I think the individual TVs on the back of the seats helped too. A lot of the time they would just lay in our laps looking at it, or other interesting scenery that the plane provides. And a big thanks to KC’s dad for volunteering to help with the flight. Those necessary extra hands are greatly appreciated.

 

They of course attracted a lot of attention from the time we stepped foot into the SLC airport, until we got in our car to drive home. They made fast friends with our flight attendants and surrounding passengers. They know how to charm an audience. Good thing they weren’t screaming the whole time, or I don’t think people would’ve been so friendly. There were a certain pair of people that were especially memorable. A mother and daughter waiting for their ride at the baggage claim. The mother was 93 years old, hilarious, and smart as a whip. They had a terrible day of traveling with unscheduled stops, still had a long drive back to PA, and it was after midnight. They saw me pushing two of the babies and enthusiastically asked to see them. When I said there was a third, they went berserk. They commented on every move the babies made as if they were the first babies they had ever seen, jokingly begged to take one home, and the mother deemed them “Smart little sons-of-guns,” when they were playing with their toys. With such a long day behind them, they said this was a bright spot in their hard day. I’d have to say they were mine too, though my day wasn’t as torturous. I hope they got home okay.

Oh, and am I the only one who thinks the drive from the airpot to you house feels like the longest drive ever? (And it doesn’t help when your car battery dies at the long term parking lot-though KC got it taken care of pretty fast). I was happy to be home and get these babies to bed. They had only been up for 10 hours straight! 2 hours is usually our max. Wow. What angels babies I have.

And did I mention how great it is to have KC with us again. It was a long three weeks without him. I missed my man like crazy!

So I have a million pictures and highlights (those with Google reader will see that I accidently posted a draft with that as a title-oops) of my great month in Utah that I will be happy to post as soon as I get the disk with all my pictures that I downloaded onto my dad’s computer. Hey, if I’m going to leave something behind, it’s better pictures than a baby, right? So until then, here is a little slide show of what I have with me.