Our transition here hasn't been the smoothest. Isaac obviously took it all in stride because let's be honest-- he really doesn't know the difference. But it was a little different with Leah. Let's face it-- when you are 2, moving really just turns your entire world upside down. Everything seemed to be going ok with Leah until about two weeks in when she stopped sleeping well. We had bought her a new bed to go with her new room and though she slept in it fine at first, she suddenly began claiming that she didn't like it. She would repeatedly come out of it at night and it would sometimes take up to an hour and a half to finally get her to fall asleep. An hour and a half of crying, firm voices, spanking, more crying, etc. It was brutal. When the same thing started happening for nap time, I was spending 2-3 hours of my day, every day struggling to get her to fall asleep. It was really draining. And to add to it, Leah was also waking up with nightmares and sometimes trying to crawl into our bed throughout the night. Not to mention, Isaac still doesn't sleep through the night so I would have to get up to feed him too. There were a few weeks where I would be getting up 5-6 times in the night to tend to our children. The alarm would go off in the morning, and everybody would wake up cranky because nobody really slept the night before. And then the cycle would begin all over again. Lather, rinse, repeat. Needless to say, I had some breaking points. Thankfully, Leah is starting to get better. We've found a napping situation that is working for her and though she comes out a few times at night, we are nowhere near the struggles we had before. (As I type this, I can here her fumbling around in her bed.) At this point, she pretty much just asks to come out because she claims to have to go potty (3 times in 10 minutes? I don't think so, kiddo!)
She asks about her grandparents and friends pretty regularly, and when she does, we look at pictures of them on the computer. The week of Zoe's birthday back in September, she sang happy birthday to her everytime we sat and ate lunch. Another day while she was supposed to be napping upstairs, I heard her randomly singing out to Miss Paige and Ella. The worst is when she asks if Oma and Opa are coming to see her today. Or when we are getting dressed to go to the store, and she excitedly runs to her clothes, exclaiming that we are going to church to see her friends Zia and Mia and Micah! Luckily, that doesn't happen too much anymore. The good news is that she calls our new house her home.
Things are definitely better, and transitions are never supposed to be easy. We're just taking it all one step at a time.
In the mean time, with all this fabulous weather going on, we've taken some time to really enjoy being outdoors. No mosquitos, no 100 degrees with 100% humidity. It's really quite amazing.

'Sup.

Heidis in the mirror are closer than they appear.

I think Rowdy wants to play fetch. Or get a belly rub. Or both. (And yes, that is a potty in the background. I think we were on Day 3 at that point.)


Ummmm, yes. Definitely time for a haircut.

Leah is watching Monsters, Inc. (thanks, guys!) for the bajillionth time while Isaac exersauces.

Just trying to get the feel of "fall" in this one.

Helping Jared feed the birds.

Some hugs at the Delaware Nature Society Harvest Moon Festival.