Little B has been having a rough go of it, since we've been in transition for nearly two weeks now. We "moved out" of our apartment last Monday, staying with friends while the movers worked on packing and loading up our belongings. B stayed with friends all day while N and I guided the packing and cleaned our apartment. By the third day of this, he was quite fed up with it all. He was with one of his favorite grown ups that day, just for a few hours at that, but even Miss Danielle couldn't make him feel better.
Needless to say, since we've been in Texas, he hasn't been his normal, happy-go-lucky, cheerful self. He has been fussy, cantankerous, and sometimes, downright temperamental. He refuses to eat for the most part, except for his favorite foods. It has been a new challenge for both N and me to know how to parent in this transitional time, to model consistency and maintain boundaries while showing B grace.
I read this today. Oh, how familiar is that feeling of wretched anger at a small soul? I am incredibly thankful for grace abundant from Abba, grace that spills over to my little one when I have none of my own.
But really, overall, we have been tremendously blessed in our journey thus far. Our friends, old and new, in New York and in Texas, have shown us incredible hospitality. We think we've found a church that we can call "home" while we're here (more specifics on that at some other time). Our realtor is being proactive about helping us wade the waters of first-time home-buying.
So although we wish we could have moved right into a new home, we know that we are being taken care of in more ways than we know, and for that, we are grateful.
Today, B and I went to the Texas State Fair with our new friends. I thought it would be appropriate to share photos from today for my first blog post from this Everything-Bigger state. Enjoy!