June 29, 2011 11:21 am

15 Months

Wesley turned 15 months old on the 25th, and a few days later came down with some kind of horrible virus. He has a low-grade fever (100-101°F) and a full-body rash that’s the worst on his thighs and bumcheeks. He’s refusing to nurse and won’t nap for more than an hour. Night before last, he slept for a grand total of one hour between 9pm and 3:30am. You’d rock him to sleep, get up to transfer him, and as soon as you neared his crib he would wake up and you’d have to do it all over again except it wouldn’t work and he’d just scream and scream. Fun times!

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Wesley learned to walk on Father’s Day! We were messing around and set him up to walk, not expecting him to actually do it, and then he did! And then he did it some more that evening! He is not very excited about walking and still vastly prefers crawling as a means of transportation, but he can make it about eight feet by himself.

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I found him a baby-sized rocking chair at an antiques warehouse sale last week and he LOVES IT. He likes climbing, sitting, rocking, and playing in it. I had considered purchasing it, so I let him sit in it and then every time I tried to remove it from his grasp he SQUEEEEEALED in horror so I was sort of forced to buy it. It’s adorable and I am going to paint it a beautiful shade of aqua called “aged agean.”

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He can do all sorts of tricks now. He knows:
Superbaby (arms forward like Superman)
Earmuffs (hands over ears)
Hands up / How big is the baby?
Body parts: teeth, nose, tummy, tongue, leg, bellybutton
Freak out (close eyes, scrunch face, wave arms back and forth)

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I think he might have some words now too, but it’s hard to tell. He understands SO MUCH of what we say but he is not particularly keen on repeating anything or saying his own words. For heaven’s sake, he understands “pterodactyl” but won’t say “mama.” I think he knows dog (“dah!”) and duck (“dat!”) and possibly fan (“daph!”). Sometimes he says “DA!” for Dada, too. He will point to the light, our wok, a clock, etc. if you ask him where it is. I think he also understands that a cow says moo, but instead of saying moo he makes a raspberry-like buzzing noise with his lips.

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Box lunch

Being back in town with family around has been great – I’m able to call my mother-in-law and say “Wesley is splashing around in the baby pool – he wants to know if you can come hang out?” and she can ride her bike over within a few minutes. (We live two blocks away.) I love being able to call a friend (who lives a block away) to go on walks with the babies. My mom can stop by after work to check out Wesley’s weird viral pox problem if I need her to. That said, I miss my Portland friends terribly and can’t wait to visit. But things are good.

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May 27, 2011 10:30 am

The Move: UPDATE!

Because I like to give people credit when they do the right thing, I want to tell you that a representative from Penske has contacted Daniel and I about our experience and they have refunded us the total cost of the truck. This goes a LONG way to show me that they recognized our experience was not a good one.

Thank you, Kevin W from Penske, for doing the right thing.

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May 19, 2011 9:55 am

The Move

Seeing as how we’ve been here in Idaho for almost two weeks, it seems pertinent that I give you the details on our drive up here.

This is a drive that we have done many, many times, and it typically takes 7.5 hours to complete.

Some backstory: We decided to rent a truck, because their prices were about $160 lower than uHaul and they seemed like they took good care of their trucks. They also have the necessary Overweight Permits and licenses for their trucks. Their closest dropoff point was 45 minutes from our eventual destination, but we could live with that due to the savings. A great alternative option for those who do not want to go the DIY route is to work with a moving company that offers trucking jobs to professional drivers and moving personnel. You may also check your option with a cargo van load board company. This way, you are assured that your belongings are handled carefully and transported safely to your new place.

When we picked up the empty truck, Daniel noticed it was pretty wobbly/bouncy, but having never driven a moving truck before he assumed this was normal.

Daniel’s brother Paul was the designated truck driver, and he said he noticed the wobbles quite a bit but had planned on powering through, until right outside of Pasco when a guy in a brakes and alignment van frantically gestured at his front wheel and motioned for him to get off the freeway.

So.

We got off the freeway in Pasco at a truck stop and called Penske. They dispatched a mechanic and told us it would take him an hour to arrive. So we waited. The mechanic showed up and diagnosed the problem as one tire having separating bands and the other missing a balance weight. He recommended we have both replaced, and we’d be back on the road.

He led us to a Goodyear Tire down the street where we waited for another half-hour or so until an employee could come and let us in. Said employee was very nice, but sort of kicked at the tires a bit, spun them around, and decided the tires were fine but one front wheel was bent. He spent forever on the phone with Penske trying to decide what they would authorize. His idea was to move the front tire to the inside dually, and move the inside dually to the front so that even if the wheel was bent and/or the tire was shot, it would share its load with other tires rather than being the sole front one.

Penske refused to approve this, claiming we might “complain about the wobbling again” and sent us back to the truck stop to wait for another mechanic. They would not give us an ETA. They simply said, “Go back and wait at the truck stop until someone else shows up.”

By this point, we had already been sidelined for several hours in the hot sun with a one-year-old. I was furious that they would not give us an ETA or just approve something that would get us back on the road.

I put Wesley in the Ergo and walked laps around the car. We ate bad gas station food. Paul called Penske to complain. Our biggest fears at this point were that they’d need to send us a replacement truck and we’d have to unload the whole thing and load it back up into the new one, or that I’d have to drive Paul, myself, and Wesley home while Daniel stayed behind in Pasco to deal with the truck, since Paul needed to be back to teach in the morning. They still wouldn’t give us an ETA.

Meanwhile, across the street, we saw our original mechanic changing both front tires on another Penske truck. (Pervasive problem, perhaps?) The mechanic came over to talk to us to see if we got our problem solved. Since the answer was no, he said he’d finish up with the second truck and come back and see what he could do for us. Penske was still unhelpful and insisting we wait for their mythical tire person to show up. Paul was like, “I can SEE the mechanic. I could throw a rock at him if I wanted. Please just let him come over here and fix our truck.”

Finally, after the other truck was finished, the mechanic came over and said to hell with Penske, he was going to take us over to his tire guy (who had “never failed him”) and he would get us back on the road.

True to his word, he led us to the Pasco Tire Factory where some very nice people said the Goodyear Tire place was completely wrong – since they didn’t even take the wheel off to spin it, they incorrectly declared it bent when it wasn’t and turned us away. The problem was the tires all along! Goodyear could have fixed it for us but just didn’t. The nice people changed both front tires and we were in and out of there within twenty minutes.

As I joyously posted on Twitter, we finally got back on the freeway at 8pm. EIGHT PM. We were in Pasco by about 1 o’clock, and did not leave until EIGHT. That is SEVEN HOURS of being stranded at a truck stop. And we still had four more hours of drive time ahead of us, meaning we finally got in to Sandpoint at midnight.

Due to the insane amount of wasted time, we had nobody around to help us unload the truck, so we simply unpacked our mattress and toiletries and fell asleep on our new floor.

We called Penske the next day to let them know we would need extra time to unload and would not be returning the truck that day. They agreed to comp us an extra day, which I felt was the LEAST they could do since this whole thing was their fault – there’s no way we could have unloaded the truck by ourselves that night and gotten it back to Coeur d’Alene by 9am. (Even though there are Penske rental places in Sandpoint, they refused to let us drop the truck off there and insisted we drive it to Coeur d’Alene the next day to the “approved” dropoff point.) Once we arrived in CDA to return it, Daniel asked them what they could do to make the situation better.

They offered us 10% off.

Ten percent. $44. For renting us a truck with unsafe, wobbly tires and causing us a SEVEN HOUR WAIT in the sun at a truck stop with a one-year-old in tow. The Penske representative also told Daniel that ordinarily, she would make him go out to the truck and fold all the moving blankets or else she’d charge a “cleaning fee,” but decided given the circumstances that she could waive the fee and we could just leave.

I am not satisfied with only ten percent, and I resent the idea that Penske is being “generous” by comping us the extra day to accommodate unpacking time and waiving the cleaning fee for having unfolded blankets.

I mean, look: I picked Penske because we are not wealthy and they had a better offer for a larger truck than uHaul, and they seemed like they took care of their vehicles so I trusted that they would give us one that would enable us to drive 470 miles without issue. This was not the case. My expectations were not met, I don’t feel like they had sympathy for us, and if we EVER move again I will not be using their services and will recommend that others don’t either.

In addition, the Goodyear Tire place at the Pasco truck stop did not take the proper steps to diagnose our problem. Since they misdiagnosed us and Penske refused their intended course of action, it meant we were stuck for much longer than we would have been had they gotten the problem right to begin with.

Dale from MotorHeads, our original mechanic, was WONDERFUL. He was very nice and did his absolute best to get us back on the road.

I am going to write a letter to Penske about our experience, because I do not feel like they were particularly apologetic and I would like to see them step up their tire inspections a bit so that this sort of thing does not happen to another family.

We are glad we finally made it, but man. We won’t be using Penske again. (And you probably shouldn’t, either.)

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