So good to be home ... Part II

Cowgirl Kali ... she fits right in here in Texas!

Happy Father's Day. Daddy!

Ok, so more about the meltdowns. We're thinking that Ryan and Belay may have told us a little fib when they told us how quiet and shy Kali is. I am sure that I should feel good about her meltdowns, because this means she is comfortable with us. If she weren't comfortable, she would still be too frightened to show any spunk. I just forgot what having a two year old is like, that's all. She doesn't like to be told "no", like any normal two year old. She wants her way, like any normal two year old. I would have to say, she is definitely a normal two year old! She actually did ok on the long plane ride, with only a few minor crying bouts ... quickly resolved with a piece of candy. Now the airport in D.C., that's a different story. We actually had to go look for a terminal that had very few people so that we could let her cry it out. It's awfully difficult to entertain a rambunctious two year old when one has had only about 3 hours sleep in 24 hours. Somehow we managed to get through it all!

Yesterday was pretty much a catch up day, trying to get our sleep and our time schedule back together. Kali came in the house and had no trouble at all finding her way around. She and Carson are doing well together. The major problem for now is that she is deathly afraid of our two dogs. As long as they are outside, she has no problem going up to the glass door to see them. So, we are trying to keep them locked in our bedroom for now behind a baby gate. We take her over to the gate every now and then to see them from a safe vantage point. It will come with time.

Today has been a good day! We all seem to be back on a regular schedule, exhaustion is gone, I got to vacuum the house (with two indoor dogs, it is a never ending job!), and even went to the grocery store. I feel normal again! Kali was great today, playing with Carson, doing everything he did. Not one tantrum today, which is great! We are working on her English ... every time she says "ow", we correct her to "yes" and she repeats. She has taken to calling me "angie" (pronounce the "a" in "father") and we have no idea what that means. We keep trying to correct that to "mommy", so now she calls me "angie mommy". It's pretty cute, so we'll leave it at that for now.

I hope that all you daddys out there have a wonderful Father's Day!