It's nice to be home again. I wish home was closer to Oklahoma, but I do love home. The boys have settled nicely back into their routines. Dorian took a day to warm back up to Daddy, but all is well with them now. Our new minivan is great. We took everyone who met out in service in it yesterday.
Dorian is understanding a lot of language now. He responds to all sorts of things like, "Do you want to hold my hand?" and "Let's watch Thomas the Train" and "Do you want a bite?" He also brings you things that you ask for, like his shoes, the remote, Tristan's toy that he's not supposed to have, etc. Just a few minutes ago, gave him a hug and said, "Who smells like pee-pee?" and he got a big smile and started signing "stinky-stinky" proudly.
On the plane ride home, I got several compliments on how well behaved my kids are. (Nice to hear, but of course they don't see them all the time.) The comments were especially about how polite and gentlemanly Tristan is. I suppose his regularly being around people of all ages helps him with that. Kids seem crazier to adults when they're only around other kids all the time.
It's nice to be home. We missed the Dad one.
