Little American

We made it Stateside in one piece, but I am still adjusting to the keyboards so this will be short. The goodbyes in Paris were painful enough that I don't want to relieve them here anyway, so that cuts down the story significantly. I cried saying goodbye to my friends, cried in the cab, cried at the airport with The Boy, cried going through security, cried getting on the plane. Then I cried again the next day while remembering all of that crying.

But now it's two days later and those memories aren't quite as biting. I have managed to go to Target three times since being home (don't ask) and my parents have gotten in snuggle time with Mateo. They set up an adorable nursery for him, and he managed to almost sleep through the night in his new crib. I have been slow on the unpacking because we have been busy doing other things, but it's coming along. We have been out to see Mateo's great-grandmother twice since arriving and, while it's a hard thing to do at times, it feels good to put a smile on her face. We are adjusting well enough, all things considered.

However, tomorrow morning we are boarding a plane for New Mexico, and we will spend five days there with family and friends. I feel like I just stepped out of one crazy storm and am walking straight into another.

So posts will be sporadic at best, nonexistant at worst.

The good news is that I bought a new camera (with my Target gift card, thankyouverymuch) and will be documenting Mateo's first days in America to the best of my ability. Stay tuned.

Oh -- and just a moment of bragging: Teo was so good on the plane that he got lots of compliments. I couldn't have asked for better behavior, he really was a doll.