When I mention the duration of their stay to the average American, the listener tends to faint on my behalf. In truth, longer visits are (in some ways) a bit easier. Sure, it takes days to find a groove, but once the groove is found, that is the new normal. It really was nice coming back from the crazy school-morning-scramble to a clean kitchen (not typical here). I liked getting to know these people who I had really only met once at a very overwhelming family dinner party a decade long past. We all loved having a baby around again, even finding her frequent outbursts of baby fury* and frustration pretty hilarious (it's a good thing babies are so cute!). And while our very verbal Stephanie never got past the stress of the language barrier, our sweet Eleanor stepped up and did her best to engage our 4 year old visitor as much and as often as she could.
*photographic evidence of baby fury above. He wanted her in the picture; she wanted me to hold her.
(with his new buddy. how much do I love watching Hubby with a baby?)
Now, my biggest job is re-establishing some kind of normalcy around here. September was a hard month. A full month. A busy month. Back to school. An 8-year-old's birthday party. The Sewickley Chicken Walk. A whirlwind week of home reorganization to prepare for 5 extra people, and then the presence of 5 extra (albeit lovely) people. Somewhere in there was my birthday too. In its way, September was epic. I think we're all ready for some seriously non-epic slowness.
Tomorrow is October.
I wonder what that month will bring?
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