One of the post-move things that will always rip my heart out is watching my kids say goodbye to their extended family after spending time with them.
Goodbyes are not fun.
They weren't fun when we first left to move here, and they still aren't fun about two years in.
Grace is a hot mess. She is very, very good about giving
We're fresh off our first meet the family somewhere in the country so no one has to continually burn all their vacation days and dollars on a trip to Oregon, Pennsylvania or New Jersey. Nothing wrong with any of those spots, naturally, but isn't it more fun to meet somewhere different so everyone gets to travel? :)
We met my parents and my brother and
I can't sleep past 5:30 a.m. yet. I hope that changes reallllllllly soon.
It's ok though, because Gavin is up to keep me company. He trots into our room anywhere between 4:30 and 5:00. On the other end, he falls asleep between 7:15 and 7:45. He actually laid himself down on the couch and fell asleep last night. First time ever.
Kenny and Grace