home sweet which home

I am hopeful that tonight could be the night we beat jet lag once and for all.  The girls and Matt have already declared victory, but Isaac is still fighting, which means I am still fighting :)

In all other realms, I'd say we're getting closer and closer to settled.  I've cooked dinner the past two nights, the kids (mostly) know their way around the house, I paid one dollar to replace my long lost library card, and we've taken a few good walks around the neighborhood.  

(That is our house in the background.)







Isaac traded the pink stroller (his favorite toy in our China apartment) for this sporty red wagon.  All in all, it was a good move for the little man :) 

I grabbed a few baskets and added some craft supplies - crayons are crayons and sisters are sisters, no matter what side of the globe you call home.  

But there are reminders that this new home still feels new.  Like this afternoon when Lydia headed for the bathroom and mistakenly opened the wrong door :)  And every time we're out and I say "ok, time to head home now" Lydia asks "which home?"  

Toss in a few strange comments from the girls each day, and it's hard to forget that we are far away from what we knew as home.  

This afternoon while the little two napped Julianna and I headed for Target.  About halfway there (ie five minutes down the road) I hear her little voice coming from the back seat. 

"There are no Chinese people in America."

"Oh yes there are sweetie, we just haven't seen any yet.  God is so creative. There are all kinds of people everywhere in the world.   We'll just have to keep our eyes open and look around."    

Well, that little "keep your eyes open" comment paid off big time about 30 minutes later when the two of us are cruising through Target and Julianna announces "Mom, I just saw some African people".  

Good news is, I'm pretty sure they didn't hear us. 

My absolute favorite comment from the Target shopping trip?  "Where is the end of this store?" 

.... which makes total sense when you remember that she has spent most of her life shopping in stores small enough that she and her sister wander aimlessly around while I pick up the few things I need and the entire purchase fits in the stroller basket.