Our Old House in America
So the move has been highly successful, though it was…a hectic nail-biter. You don’t move a family of six across the country without a boogoodles of planning and elbow grease.
Tonight is the most special part. After 2 weeks of being all split up, we are finally all sleeping under one roof! We are in our new house, and everyone is in their own bed. It feels so good to be together as a family again, even if the two little boys do have insomnia tonight. Oy.
DaddyO (their grandfather) kept the boys overnight, by himself, so that Nonna could come help us unpack boxes. He told a funny story:
Daniel asked to take a shower. DaddyO asked him, “Do you know how to take a shower?”
And he does. When you have 2 bigger brothers, and you’re a go-getter like Daniel, you know how to do all sorts of things by age 5.
So DaddyO asked him, “Oh. Where did you learn how to take a shower?”
“At my old house, in America.”
“Yes, we lived in America,” Dan explained.
“Oh, in America? Do you mean in California?”
“Yes, in America, California.”
“You mean in Monterey, California?”
“Yes, Monterey, America, California.”
That cracked us up.
I promise to have a comprehensive photo blog of Alan and the boys’ big road trip on the next post!
Roll Tide, y’all!