She is eating well and my nipples are rather mangled, but this too shall pass.
Imri entered the Terrible Twos while I was gone, replete with "NO!!!" and throwing himself on the floor as to hamper our ability to move him. Where do they learn that stuff? I'm sure he's never been to a WTO riot in DC yet. He alternates between giving his sister kisses and screaming "NO baby!!" when I come into his room in the morning. But at least he's forgiven me for leaving him ... he really had a tough time without mommy, despite the presence of grandparents and his dad.
My parents left today and while I am grateful for all they did and that they were here, it's nice to have the house back and to get our family back into a routine again.
Ahhh routine. I'm guessing that will return in 3-5 years or so.
My daughter is home. My daughter. Words I never thought I'd ever have a chance to say. The feelings of gratitude and over-whelmedness are beyond my inadequacy with language.
Will try to keep the Internets posted but bear with me, please.
