This evening when 8:30 pm rolls around it will be one week since Liam was carried home. These first few days have been filled with jet lag and bone deep weariness, new routines, lots of learning and many of the moments that I so longed for.
He's been eating. The boy eats like a Hobbit, hand to God. I have to feed him every two hours - or else.
He is learning a love of books already.
He's been "Packin'"
He's been in the backyard with Papa- contemplating things.
He's finding lots of play things.
He's been napping.
He's been swimming.
We are a bit taken aback by this kid. In alot of ways he is easier than Ev was, in others, we look at each other and scratch our heads. He is BOY and with that comes differences. Also he had 8 months of quality Foster Care and that has made a difference. He is more adventurous than Ev was and he doesn't feel emotionally fragile in the way that she did. So we are doing these things, these small daily things that I dreamt about. Eating and playing and reading and just becoming.... family.
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And all was right with the world again....
:)
it all sounds good. so happy for you guys.
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