Of Dogs and Babies

When we are no longer able to change a situation - we are challenged to change ourselves.
-Viktor Frankl

I have to read that a couple times a day.

I was ready to be (and was being) a complete punk about this move. I didn't want to move and leave our friends and the place that I feel at home. I was supportive of Jordan and the decision to move, but I was far too transparent with my feelings about it.

Childish? Yes. And do I still have moments where I just whine (to myself, mostly) about how I want to go home? Yep. But I'm working on it. It's not that bad here. The house that we're in now is about twice the size of our old place, plus we have a 2 car garage (storage space!!). We've ventured over to the playground a couple blocks away and Ez has already made some friends...and I can happily report that the moms & nannies are nice, too :) I know this is a good thing.

So, to get you up to speed....we moved on a Friday. Got here about 4pm -- which was approximately 2 hours after the gas man was here to turn on the gas. We got it turned back on yesterday afternoon (Tuesday). Cold, cold showers are no fun...and nighttime diaper laundry has been piling up...which I'm happy to report can now be washed -- thanks to the washing machine repairman who just fixed my washer that crapped out the night we got here ;-) It's been a fun few days here, folks.

Here's an on-going list that we've been compiling since we got here...called, Things We Never Said In San Diego...

-Can you put this in the dishwasher?
- No, no...it's in the OTHER closet. Nope, not that one either. The other one.
-I can't hear you...I'm on the other side of the house.
-Oh, the washer & dryer is inside the house? What? With it's own closet and storage? What?
-Just put it on the kitchen counter...there's plenty of room.
-Yeah, it's in the bathroom. Oh, no...the other one.
-Honey? Is this bathroom in the shape of Nevada?

And for the record, our master bath toilet "closet" is, in fact, in the shape of Nevada.

So, here's a few pictures of the boy since we've been here. I haven't actually been taking many photos recently because I'm mostly unpacking and playing with Mini-Man. It'll get better...

Here he is, indulging in some coconut-milk ice cream because I'm a sucker and he had done well with his potty training that day ;-)

I kept telling him to turn around and look at me so I could snap a photo...so naturally he just laid down on the floor...? Also, my vacuum was in San Diego, awaiting the final cleaning and walk-thru, so my floors here suffered the consequences for a week. Trust me when I tell you that it was a glorious experience to finally vacuum up all the moving crap and dog hair that accumulated in that week.

This child will pick up my camera, hold it out away from his face and say "cheeeeeeeese".....but ask him to look my way for a photo while he's having fun? No-can-do.