On the Road Again to Find a Home

We decided that after discovering that Sam would be starting his job on the 19th of September giving us about 2 and half weeks to get our lives packed back up, and moved, it may be a good idea to find a place to live. We tried to make arrangements to have our family's watch Kaj, and it was getting rather complicated, and seemed to be complicating the lives of those family members, so Sam made the final call that we just drive there altogether. I didn't mind this plan at all. It might even be fun. Well, the first 2 hours of the drive there it was not fun at all. My sickness was coming back full swing, and the boys were either crying, fighting, or screaming in the back of the car. I looked at Sam many times and thought- "this was your idea, and oh, what a great idea it was." I imagined Sam and I flying on a plane together, and there was no mass hysteria going on around us. It did calm down after a while.

Of course, on a road trip with kids you do plan on many stops. Bum changing stops, eating stops, just need to stretch the ole legs stops, and others. The trip there it seemed we doubled the amount of stops even with kids. I wanted to be the annoying kid in the back of the car asking "are we there yet?" We ended up at a dive pizza place, as it turned out it was a place featured on Man vs. Food. Ha! Awesome. A couple hours later Josh started going crazy crying, and it was convenient timing, because I then threw up off the side of the road. I decided then and there my "pregnancy glow" looks a lot like that. Me, throwing up off the side of the road. And also, I do not believe there is a "pregnancy glow."

Nothing could be more glorious a feeling of when we arrived in Bend. The boys didn't get to bed till probably 11:30 that night. We woke up plenty early, because we had booked ourselves to see houses all morning. We looked at about 12 places in 2 days. Needless to say, the boys were pretty good sports considering this was not an ideal trip for them. Saturday morning we woke up and had to make a decision between 2 places. I don't know why it was so hard for me, but I was crying, and breaking down, and calling my dad, and really not wanting to make the decision. Our second choice, which had more space, said they would drop their price, and that they really wanted us in there. We went back and forth, and then went with that choice. I feel good about, and so does Sam, and I think it will be a really nice home for our family at this time. It is also big enough for visitors so I extend a warm welcome!
    I do wish I had taken pictures...but, pictures will come soon enough. We are leaving in T minus 4 days. This is nuts. I get nervous, and a bit scared, and then really really sad for the boys. I felt similar to leaving New York. It is very hard for me to take the boys away from everything that is now familiar. Kaj makes a check list of everyone who lives in this home every morning. "Where'd Mor Mor go?" "Where'd Pappy go?" "Sam home?" I have been trying to prepare him, and telling him we are not going to live with Mor Mor or Pappy anymore, asking are you ok with that? Sometimes he says yes, other times he says no. With Josh, he was too little to remember the New York house, so this is all he knows. I am very happy they have each other.
  Saturday after making the decision and putting a deposit down on the place we just wanted to hit the road. The trip had been a success- we have a place to live! And we thought there wasn't really a reason to stay. We booked a hotel in Boise which was the half way mark just to break up the trip this time, and it was a good thing. This trip seemed to be going a lot better, but we left around 2:00 in the afternoon after letting the boys have a longer stop eating their sandwiches and looking at the "pows."(cows)  We were making pretty good time this time, we had our rabbit on the road we named "Red" a car who was just cruising a long and our goal was to always end up behind "Red."
A couple hours away from Boise,  by then "Red" was long gone, and Kaj started telling us his tummy hurts. I had seen that look in the car before, and I started to remove all the items that Kaj had on his lap in the event that things get serious. A few seconds later things got serious, and we pulled off to the side of the road just as Kaj was finishing throwing up. (And for a kid that skinny I had not idea where all that had come from) (Sorry to be gross) Then, being the awesome helper that I am right now, it made me throw up. Sam was stuck on the brunt of clean up duty while I helped Josh.

There the 4 of us were on the side of the road, Kaj in nothing but a diaper, his clothes and shoes stuffed in a bag, and we took one look at that carseat and there was no way in H he would be able to sit back in that thing. Where was the next town? 10 miles. So Kaj on my lap, buckled in, and driving extra careful, ducking any sign of coppers we strolled into the next small town. I felt really awesome with a 3 year old on my lap pulling into the gas station. "Was that wrong? Cause if I had known anything was wrong with that..." ha Anyways, so I went inside to ask if they had anything like a Target or Walmart, and that guy smiled at me like "you silly traveller" and told me no there wasn't, but there was a Bi-Mart. Bi-Mart? Ok, "Do you think they have a carseat?" Because, what do you have to do when you are parents just rolling with the punches? You purchase a new carseat, and dump the one covered in sickness. So that is exactly what we did. Sam walked over to the dumpster behind McDonalds, brushed his hands of it and walked away. There was a manager who went to look in the dumpster as we pulled away to see what this mystery item was.. and I bid him good luck as we drove away.

What a trip?! One for the story book, Sam said. Yes, indeed. So we will make the trip again in a few days, Sam driving the moving truck, and me with the boys. I really hope this is an easier trip on everyone. But, hey! We have a place to live! And, if I am lucky I will get to listen to the "Monkey song" aka "I want to be like You" from the Jungle Book another hundred times.

The meaning Behind the View

This is a picture of a waterfall we went to see while we were in Bend. And this is the official announcement that we have taken the offer in Bend, Oregon. It is an exciting opportunity with a new, young doctor who is the vascular surgeon for Bend Medical Center, and he is also the only vascular surgeon in the mid area of Oregon. Sam will be his first PA, and therefore, his right hand man. We would be on the ground level, and I am sure will be a smart move for Sam's career. Sam turned to me the day he officially took the job and said "I am sorry about the cardiology job and the way that went down, but I really feel so much better about Bend." 

I guess you just have to trust each other some times. I was thinking back when Sam was considering just going to PA school in Puerto Rico, and I was really not ok with the idea, and then later I really felt certain about going to Stony Brook, and Sam wasn't sure, and he was maybe even a little unsure about getting in, but he had to trust me at that time, and this time it was my turn to trust him. I am still having to trust him a little...I have not felt anything bad about Bend, it is just another big change, and for probably a longer time in our lives that I have a lot of questions that simply can't be answered, because they don't have an answer right now. 

We have a start date, but it is quite a bit later, because of how long it takes to get licensing and certification done. Sam began these processes the week we got home from Oregon, so we already have a jump start, and hopefully it won't take that long. They are also looking to start him at the MA position just get him in, and learn the ropes while we wait for the licensing to go through. 

So there it is. We have chosen the job, and the place. A whole new adventure coming our way for that I am certain.

There Goes my Baby- Trisha Yearwood

Except for slightly less dramatic. So I just felt like I should at least say something about my car. We sold it yesterday. I have had it for 10 years!! That is a long time. It lasted just as long as we needed it to last-the little trooper. It has caused us some headaches, of course, it is a car, but I really think it was a good car overall. I was thinking this morning, wondering what the new owner was going to do with it. You see, the car's transmission was going out, it hasn't felt the coolness of air conditioning for probably more than 3 years, and it doesn't go in reverse anymore. (That was a new one) So, I hoped they would fix it's ailments and drive it some more, or would they sell it for parts?...I think pregnancy lately has made me hypersensitive, I was upset yesterday that Sam was going to have to turn down jobs that the people were so nice at, I was sad after they left with the car, the other night I started crying explaining the book I am currently reading to Sam (and Sam really loves that.) So, thanks for hanging out with me for 10 years, and getting me from A thru Zed.

Awesome Oregon

So the whole family got to go with Sam to a couple interviews in Oregon. We went there in  hopes of a job, obviously, but it was also very nice to be together with our little family. Despite what it entails traveling with kids it didn't feel that stressful. The boys were very good. They were good on the plane rides, and throughout some of the long car rides, going from different hotels, setting up our new "house", and they rolled with the punches every step of the way. We had our first interview in Bend. Bend, Oregon apparently is the place to be. So we were told be everyone we came across while we were there. People just loved living there, and would express just how happy they were there whenever they got the chance, which was cool. People who love the place they live generally take care of it. There was river that people would float down, there were waterfalls and short little hikes easy enough for kids, every body had a bike whether it was a nice road bike (which Sam can define the "nice" part) or just a little bike with a basket attached to it-people would be riding a long. There seemed to be a lot to do in this little place, and we really enjoyed the atmosphere. We are crossing our fingers still to hear something from Bend.

The second one was in Hermiston, and as my friend kindly put it- it sounds like STD. Nice. Though it did not appeal to us in the same ways, the group there was great. They were not interested in playing the "game" of business-they liked Sam- so they offered him a job the next day after having dinner with them. We still have time to make our decision, and we should hear from a couple more within a few days. 

It will be new, again, but hopefully good. It is hard for me, because as I have done this before moving to New York, and it was so wonderful in New York I am afraid to be let down. I am not going into to anything thinking I will be let down, however, I am also not going into it thinking it will be the same either- perhaps it could also be wonderful in a different way. I have to envision myself there with a new baby, hoping my boys will make friends, hoping I will make friends, and hoping it will strengthen our family. I will update as we make our decision. 

Splash pad in Hermiston

Fish Hatchery 

Funny Brothers

A lot of Little Josh

I have wanted to do an update on little Joshy. Frankly, this kid cracks me up every single day, and he is so easy to be around. He is happy and content with most everything, and when he isn't happy it is usually very short lived, and quite on the humorous side, and rarely frustrating. He wanders every where, and it doesn't matter whether he has company or not-he will go. He is fearless with his wanderings which always creates more fear in the mom. He loves to "reorganize" He likes to replace DVDs into various cupboards, shoes in different baskets, make water bottles more easily accessible, and of course, consolidate all of Jack's dog food into his water bowl. Haha. He is very helpful. He follows directions, and is the first to put clothes in the dirty clothes, and throw things in the garbage-which also means I find many a diaper in the hamper, and luckily (crossing fingers) I have caught all those diapers before they have gone into the washing machine. Josh loves trying things on. He loves getting into my mom's hat basket and stroll around in different hats, he likes to wear all glasses he runs across, he has sported Sam's stethoscope on occasion, and is now is making funny attempts to put his own clothes on. When things go missing Josh is usually the culprit which really means it could be anywhere, and mostly likely will be tucked away in a drawer inside of the water bottle that obviously makes sense. He loves to dance, and has a lot of great moves, that seriously -where does he come up with this stuff? Every song is his favorite song. He loves doing "wheels on the bus" especially when the doors open and shut, and also "itsy bitsy spider" but, he is very quick to jump to the end of the song, and start clapping joyfully. Because of his great attitude, this in turn has made Kaj look like a bit of a drama queen, not because we are telling Kaj he is drama queen, or even looking at him like that but Josh will often look over at Kaj when he is upset and just smile, or laugh like "it's cool, bro, it's cool." (I do not think that he will actually talk like that) So needless to say, I had to do an update on this kid, because I really don't think there is much cooler out there than Josh. I feel every one could use a little Josh in their life.

(On a side side note my last blog expressed excitement for the next phase of our lives to begin, because of a job that Sam the morning I wrote that blog, said that he was going to be accepting. So in the meantime, he turned it down. There is not much I can say about it right now, and that is why I am not writing about it.)

Sneak Peak

I have been sick. I have been tired. I have been so low energy, and pretty dang moody. And, of course there is a reason for all this. Baby #3...is baking away. This freaks me out a little just saying it- so hopefully I can get used to is as time goes on. This has felt somewhat unreal to me, and I have not put tons of thought into it, because I am simply thinking of all the ducks that are not in a row yet, and those dang ducks had better line up! We have a job offer...as of this morning Sam is taking it. I want him to be happy and excited about taking it, because I would be happy and excited about it. Not because the job is best, just because it represents the new part of our lives beginning to take shape. It means we can begin to plan, and think more about our future, and our family. We have been so grateful for the support of family at this time. We are grateful to have gotten through PA school. Sam still has the boards to take- which are a week from today, but he has been studying very hard, and I am certain he will do well, despite how hard it is. 

As for this little one...I was very happy to you on the ultrasound, it made me forget about the ducks. I was smiling to see you wiggle around, and stretch your little hands, and feet. I was so happy the moment I saw you. So, that has got to mean something. 

Dear Blog,

I feel like when I used to write in a journal and it had been so long that I ended up apologizing to my journal. "Dear Journal, sorry it has been so long..." as if the journal lost sleep not hearing from me. In this case, my blog may have lost some sleep, or shed some tears, because it has been so long.

A week ago I attended a funeral of a friend I went to high school with. It was strange finding out he had died, and thinking back on what I remembered of him. We had lost touch, but for some reason this last month he had come to my mind frequently. I even thought I should really get in contact with him again. That I wanted to reach out. But then in those moments where I really thought about what would I even say after all this time, or doubted that he would really care hearing from me I would talk myself out of it. Sometimes, I feel like I am better off  running with the instinct of my thoughts, or the spontaneity of that moment, because now, I really will not have the chance to reconnect with him.

The funeral was different than what I am used too, but a good service for him. It was intended to be casual, and that anyone who wanted to talk, could get up and say something. Sitting there, I thought, what should I say? I don't know why I think that way? I always feel like I should say something. (I did not get up and say anything for my family members who read this, and get anxiety with the thought) But all I can say is that this taught me to reach out more. It made me grateful for all the friendships I have had in my life. For the friendships I still have, but perhaps they may not know how important they really are to me, because that Renlund side of me comes out and I shy away from chances to reconnect.  I have been fortunate to know that people I have known. The theme of the day was probably the fact that he didn't judge others like most people did, that he always wished the best for every one, and that he made everyone around feel important. 

I went with my friend who I grew up with, and was happy that I was with her, because she is a bit of an alien in the way that she does not show much emotions, and she was able to lighten the atmosphere by talking about normal things. We spent most of the time talking to J'ames best friend. They were the kind of friends that were never without the other. In the construction of a sentence you would always find both their names side by side. That's how I remembered them. They walked everywhere, and they were friends with everyone. They did not belong to cliques, they took every one at face value, and therefore did not limit themselves. I was happy to listen to their adventures together in Europe when they joined the circus, and they didn't have any money, and they sat on the bus with this old man who kept spitting sunflower seeds on the floor by them, and how every night they would write in this journal that they both shared. They always had the most hilarious stories, and I was glad that had held true to the end.