|The routine has already been thrown out the window... why not go out for bubble tea (or milk) two hours after bedtime?|
I loved catching up with our friends and that our kids had a chance to spend time together. And as crowded as it was, they were real troopers. I was continually impressed with how mature and well-mannered our young guests were. Truly good kids.
M has come so far in the last six months that it's easy to look on our current situation as good enough or even pretty great. But seeing another family overcome jetlag, huge transitions, cramped quarters, strange foods, and cultural barriers while my own boys had crying fights over spots in the car and imaginary hotdogs... it kept me humble. We still have a lot of room for improvement.
No complaints from me though, especially about the crowded house. I got to spend the last three nights snuggled up with these darling rascals. I admit that when we hugged our friends goodbye on the train this afternoon, I was relieved to think of the boys back in their own carseats and getting tucked into their beds tonight. (I never seem to sleep as well with those little feet in my face.) But that doesn't mean I didn't close my eyes and revel in the moment of waking up to a sight like this one.
Luckily for us, our friends will be back with us in a a few weeks. We'd better rest up.