It's all been quite a transition to move from Maryland to New York. As adults, we adapt and learn the lay of the land as well as how to live in a new "culture". There was no adjusting necessary for Rowan for daily life here at home and the joy of children, even Rowan, is that they just continue to be themselves in any situation. Since our relocation Rowan has kept us laughing:
Same Sunday, Different Church
- he still squirms when I drop him off for Nursery and still doesn't want to leave the toys when it's time to go home. Confusing for me - but makes perfect sense for him.
- after service he runs up and down the aisles of the sanctuary with the joy of practically running to Jesus and then plows up the stairs to the pulpit where Daddy stands only to run out the back exit and try to lose me for good.
He uses tools properly
-the stud finder is slammed against the wall and he moves it left to right while still looking at the wall as it beeps crazily just like it does for Mommy.
- he carries the tape measure everywhere he goes pulling it in and out and making sure to study the length left to right when it's at its widest.
Around the house
-no jacket, hat, or gloves necessary for this guy - if there is an open door he still goes for it, for freedom - even though he'll freeze on contact once he hits the threshold.
- his hand goes right to his ear to sign for phone when any cell phone or home phone rings and now even when the door bell rings,...we'll have to work on that.
-yeah, he's got his Mommy, Daddy, and his blanket and toys but the real seller on living in our new home is that its ranch style allows him to run wild from one end to the other. Life couldn't be better!
The Northway Train - at this point we were all looking to head home!
