As of today I've been at The Blue House* for exactly a month. In some ways it has gone by really quickly; in others . . . . it feels like forever.
My first weekend saw my first dust storm (I've never seen the sky go that shade of brown before) and a lot of anxiety when The Soldier didn't call after he was due to get back from a mission: my second weekend involved a trip to a Rose Garden and a sunburn.
My first Monday was all about trying to figure out baby Achoo's schedule: the second Monday . . . . well, lets just not go there (I witnessed the full wrath of a 10 month old - it was not pretty).
My first Tuesday saw the further christening of Auntie Irish when something upset Achoo's tummy - we ended up taking two baths and calling home for advice on how to clean carpet: my second Tuesday was comfortably calm and free from smelly laundry.
My first Wednesday . . . more spit up: by my second Wednesday I was comfortable with the idea of establishing our own schedule instead of trying to stick to the one that had been tailored at day-care . . . . AND there was a lovely box for me in the mail. (Sharpie and Chickadee sent me mail. Yay!!!)
My first Thursday brought an unexpected day out and a yummy lunch: today Sorelle's family adopted me for the afternoon. Somehow the language barrier wasn't a big deal. Okay - so communication wasn't as frequent as the cute smileys, but we made it work.
After two weekends, I sort of lost track of time. Most of the time I don't really remember what day of the week it is - unless its the weekend and everybody is home.
This post isn't meant to be all that important - just to let you all know that we are still here even though we've been pretty quiet lately. Life has a way of changing when we least expect it and we all are busy with busy (and unexpected) adventures lately. In the meantime . . . . I miss you!
* After living so long in a very obviously Pink House - four women and one daddy - this house with a mom and three boys is very Blue. Very, very blue.