Homecomings

We touched down in Praha last night. The re-entry is less bewildering than last year, but not without its reminders that we are still Czech Republic novices. We'd been home less than an hour when a kindly passerby hollered at us--thinking we'd dropped something from our stroller. Of course, not speaking Czech, we ignored his comments until they reached full-on shouts. Sigh. We forgot that we spend a lot of time dodging yells. 

There is much to sort. Closets and suitcases and groggy post-summer brains. Last summer we were too new at parenting to really understand how a Gus alters one's priorities. But this year, this year we have a lot on which to think. It's always tough business on our hearts leaving the ranch, but it's far more difficult when a rowdy G gets six weeks of four-wheeler rides, mud puddles, swimming pools, doggie cuddles, sprinkler parties, swing sets, sandboxes, lizard chasings, cousin loving, and non-stop grandma and grampa antics. Oy. Re-entry is weighty.

I feel like I spend a lot of time asking overseas families how they cope and how they structure time and how they make things work, and the answers are never the same. This is our own little adventure to figure out, and thankfully I've got two pretty great men with which to do that solving. 

This early morning, however, (2:30 was rise and shine time today) is not the time for the solving, so we'll stay tuned. And instead today, as we chase a grandparent-lonesome-Gus, (missing them muchly ourselves) we'll be grateful for a grand six weeks on a gorgeous ranch with a fabulous family. And not ones to shy from a challenge, we'll--gasp--take on the dreaded post office. And if we're not too shell-shocked from that, we'll dodge more shouts and treat ourselves to some Czech cookin'. Welcome "home", Greens.

Good peeps.

Even better peeps. (Hopefully some of C's congeniality will rub off on serious G)

Aw.