but I have to say that in the past couple of days it feels like we are finally starting to get our footing. The first week or so was full of the excitement (and anxiety) of unpacking and digging out, and the boys were enamored with the 'newness' of everything.
After about two weeks, it's almost like we hit a brick wall that said, "reality check, this change is for real!" When we would pull into the driveway after running errands, Braddock would tear up and say, "no thank you! would like to go home, please!" As much as I explained, it didn't seem to sink in...and our sweet, eager to please and follow directions, happy-go lucky little man got lost in the intense insecurity and emotion that comes with that four letter word..."change". I knew he took solace in routine, order, and familiarity (bless him, I've ruined him for life), but I don't think I realized just how pivotal it all was until his whole world did a triple lutz double loop thingy-ma-jig...and as much as I know that I can't protect and shield him from everything it has been so hard not to completely and utterly blame myself for his struggles. It seemed that the only thing that would make him smile for a few days was playing with his brother, and Abram's smiles/giggles (one thing's for sure, their bond his really strengthened through all of this). I know lots of love, time, and consistency are going to be the answers, and slowly but surely things (and personalities) will feel/return to normal again.
Despite some tears and bumps, we've been determined to start making new, positive memories here though...like Abram's first haircut...(which he laughed through most of )
Checking out the new libraries and meeting "Mother Goose" for story time...
