Coping

Buchela doesn't like it here. Everyday, he tells me, "Mama, lets go to Songhaili!"

Songhaili is the name of our apartment in China.

He had just learned it and enjoyed telling taxi drivers in Dalian where to take us when it was time to go home.

The other day, when we stepped outside, he asked where Meng was. Meng is the name of our regular driver in Dalian.

When I said "Mamma is going to drive today!," He didn't believe me.

When I got into a car and started driving, he kept on squealing "Gobez! Gobez! (Good Job! Good Job!)" and clapping his hands from his car seat in the back.

We talk to hubby two times a day, everyday. I miss him very much but I had no idea how much Buchela would miss him. I had, mistakenly, thought he was too young to realize.

Buchela doesn't sleep well.

He wakes up crying from his naps because I am not beside him and he finds our new places still new, strange, and scary.

At night, we sleep together so when he wakes up I am right there but during his nap, I am busy with Dinbit.

Dinbit hates her car seat.

She cries.... No actually, she screams when she is in the car seat.

Makes it awfully hard to drive; I have never heard her cry so much.

We will be in the US for at least two months helping a very close family member through treatment.

We are staying in a one bedroom apartment with two other people.

Space is tight.

I need to look at my children and remind myself love is abundant.

Or

Like my son, I need to start sleeping with some fruity nuts.