The last 4 months, make that 8 months have been a whirlwind of packing, unpacking, driving, flying, crying, eating, crawling, potty training and most of all: adapting.
We moved. Far away. Not VERY far away, but far away nonetheless. We moved to another country, where my husband does not speak the language. Believe it or not, it was his choice. It took over a year to pull everything together, to organize the shipping, the trips for the visas and paperwork, to sell what needed to be sold, etc. etc. etc. I’m tired.
Today our 2nd son is 9 months old, and he just started to walk (officially) yesterday. Why is he in such a rush? The craziness of our move is finally deflating, and there is my kid taking on life like no other. Slow down, man! When we first got to our new place he was 5 months old and could not even roll onto his stomach by himself. Withing the first 2 weeks we got here he rolled. 2 weeks later he was sitting, about a week later he was standing, and now he is walking. Whatever happened to the little butter ball of barely 6lbs, I brought home?
My older son just turned 2 last week. Wtf? 2!!! For months he had me worried that he was slow because he refused to talk. It changed the minute we got here, and I now call him my little parrot. HE WON’T STOP!
My kids have been blossoming, and all of us are adapting to our new country. Istart my new job at the university on Monday, I’m stoked. I’m scared. I’m nervous. I’m happy. I’m tired.