The babies are settling in nicely as well. The whole thing unnerved Bug a bit more than I would have expected. Turns out toddlers thrive on predictability, and nothing says predictability LESS than a cross country move, leaving the only house he'd ever known, and temporarily disrupting his entire routine. Or his mom trying something crazy like leaving him at the YMCA's childcare center so she can hit the StairStepper. NOT OKAY AT ALL, turns out. But now, as the new becomes normal, he's settling and thriving once more. He's mostly back to his old self these days. You know, insisting on a taco shell for snack time and removing his pants for no good reason at all. He thinks his new house is pretty neat. He's figured out which turn is the turn before our house, and as we round that corner, he'll scream "HOUSE! HOUSE!" and clap his hands when home comes into view. He is definitely enjoying having grandma and grandpa nearby. He's especially thrilled that grandpa is on TV every now and then (commercials) and will drop what he's doing and scream 'BAHM-PA! BAHM-PA!" at the TV, then clap his hands when the 30 seconds are up. Pretty sweet. And Miss V, she didn't really seem to care much about the move. She does care a LOT about the tooth cutting its way out of her top gum this week, and lets us know about it. Often. And loudly. And VERY PERSISTENTLY, especially at night. Anyone who knows me will be very shocked to hear that Miss V is not lacking in persistence.
Oh, I'm working on taking/uploading some house pictures, for those who have asked. It's still a work in progress decor-wise, but it feels unquestionably like home. Now if only our former home in Austin would become unquestionably someone else's home, we'd be all set! Any takers? Anyone? Hulloh? Call me. I'll throw in a crock pot, 'cause I'm pretty sure mine is still in there somewhere.
Happy fall, yall!