Hayes, age 4: ...his beloved bestie, Theo is moving to the South Bay and so he won't be in his class anymore next year. Hayes seems to understand this and isn't as sad as I thought he would be, rather quite practical about the whole thing, reminding me constantly that you have some friends who go to your school and some friends who don't. He's been going to summer camp at school the past couple of weeks and seems to have hit it off with a little guy named Marlowe, who he already plays soccer with and will be in his class next year. Last night when he was in the tub, he asked me whether Marlowe had two moms or a mom and a dad and even though Marlowe has the more traditional family structure of a mom and a dad, it made me so happy to be able to explain to Hayes that in his lifetime, it's okay to love who you love and that there are lots of different types of families. #lovewins
Greyson, age 20 months: ...him and Hayes have such a good dynamic going on right now and Greyson wants to do EVERYTHING his big brother does. This includes running up and down the stairs in our new apartment, a skill he hasn't exactly perfected quite yet. We've had two big tumbles down the stairs, this morning's included literal somersaults flying through the air and although he's a little shaken and some tears were shed, he mostly just got up and shook it off.
Little bruiser, that one is!
We've had a big week dealing with the move and the boys have acclimated like champs, much better than their mom and dad, I'm ashamed to admit. Even though we put half of our stuff in storage, there's still just so.much.stuff and finding a place for it all in an apartment that has the most retarded closet configurations ever has been a challenge. We're finally starting to feel a little more settled as we unpack the last few boxes but we're definitely looking forward to when the new house is built and I think we'll appreciate it even more after this adventure.
Leaving the Kibbutz wasn't as sad as I thought it would be, mainly because by the time we got the last box out of there, it didn't feel like it was ours anymore anyways. It hadn't felt like it was ours anymore for quite some time, actually, which made the physical moving out part a lot easier.
I still snapped a pic of the little lady on the last morning we lived there - even looking at this makes me feel like I'm looking at someone else's house (especially since those are both borrowed cars that are in the driveway).
As you can see from the below, Greta Faye really put everything into packing her belongings into boxes. What a life she lives!
And I'm happy to report that after 48 hours of hiding and constant pacing from room to room at the new place, she's finally feeling a bit more settled at the Palazzo ;-)