conquering los angeles

We are in Los Angeles and are adjusting to a very new place. At 14 1/2 weeks old, Harper has lived more of her life out of a suitcase and on the road than at home. For that reason and others we are excited to get back to Arizona, but we are making the most of our time here. We spent a month in Utah with our families, which was great. Harper loved spending time with her adoring grandparents and cousins. At the end of our adventure with family, we were ready for a change of scenery.

Brady was inspired to buy a plane ticket for me to fly with Harper to Los Angeles while he drove our car and all the stuff we've needed for four months on the road. We were only in L.A. for a couple of days and then headed to the beach in Ventura. I stayed there while Brady went to a training in Scottsdale, AZ of all places. He is enjoying his internship and is asking a lot of questions and meeting a lot of people. We hope by the end of the summer to have a better idea if California is the right place for us and Deloitte the right fit for Brady.


Neither of us feels very at home here in L.A., although I think partly that is due to the fact that we haven't been here long. We have decided to spend our weekends exploring and considering areas of California we would enjoying living in. On Sunday we drove down to Irvine. We fell in love with it immediately. We basically drove right in to the most gorgeous park where we had a picnic and both said "I could live here." We'll see what happens. We ended a wonderful sabbath with a quick walk on Huntington Beach.

I didn't even know my little camera had an accent color option. Weird.

Harper is growing so much and makes us smile all the time. Thanks to a her very perceptive Grammy, we figured out that Harper has reflux. Thanks to an uncle who can write prescriptions, she is a much happier, more comfortable little duck. I can't believe I didn't put it together. She hasn't been the greatest sleeper so I just thought that was the reason she would generally wake up ten minutes after laying her down. Because I have never done this before, I figured she was spitting up as much any baby. The thing that got me though was that she cried like she was so uncomfortable and at times in great pain. She was trying to tell me "Hey Mama, I hurt." Finally, with some help, I got it.





Our little ducky Harper smiles and coos her way through the day and loves having conversations with us. She is sleeping anywhere from five to eight hour stretches during the night. Now if she would only master the art of napping... One thing at a time I guess.

Finally, here is a little peek at Harper's morning calisthenics routine. I'm still working to be at her level. (Onesie compliments of Aunt Susanna).