So Gizatu and I have been home for over a week. We got home on last Friday afternoon and have been hanging out at home and at my brother's since then. My mom ( whom I will be forever grateful for) has been with us and helping out as well. My mother and father went with me to Ethiopia and I can't imagine not having had them with me. We spent the Labor day weekend with my parents at their home and he has done remarkably well.
Let me say he's an amazing little boy. Beautiful with the best smile ever. He laughs and sings, dances and enjoys life. He's learned the word sunglasses ( I believe his first real English word) and he loves them. His peepaw bought him a pair, and if we put on our sunglasses he wants his.
But to be honest, this has been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. It's adjusting. He throws tantrums and he's always there. I knew that these things would be true, but after living the first 32 years of my life with solely myself (and dog and 2 cats) to be responsible for its been a big change. I also thought that for that first month or so, it would be me and him with no friends visiting to help us bond and attach. Well lets just say that was silly. I would be going stir crazy without my friends visiting. Momma needs to be happy and in order for that to happy I need my friends.