One of those who travel across the world to bring home their baby, comes home, and doesn't blog about it.
I use to wonder why those families wouldn't update.
I mean,
Didn't they know I was dying to find out about their trip?
Didn't they know that I wanted to see pictures of their newest family member?
Didn't they know I was anxious to hear how the family is adjusting?
Well, apparently, I am that blogger.
When we first got home, I was so tired.
Too tired to function, much less blog.
Between the emotional roller coaster of getting to Ethiopia (more on that later), lack of sleep in Ethiopia, jet lag, and life with a baby that gets up a couple of times a night, we were doing good just to get a shower each day.
When I sat down at the computer to post an update, I felt lost.
I had so much going on in my mind, so much I wanted to say, but my words would leave me.
We've been home for two and a half months and are still trying to figure out what life with a 10 year old and a 10 month old looks like.
Miles has come so far in such a short amount of time and now that he is finally sleeping through the night, I will have time to catch up on more that just laundry, bills, and dishes.
