We've arrived in California. I would like to say that we've "moved in," but I won't really feel that way until all the boxes are gone. Erich's working full time, so that leaves Elena and me to do the unpacking. Fortunately, there's a fully functioning household upstairs, so we have many conveniences (for example, we could cook even when our kitchen wasn't set up).
We've decided to have the smaller bedroom be "Elena's room," combining the office with the "adult" bedroom. As Elena grows, it gets harder and harder to all share a bed. We have a mattress on the floor next to our bed, and Elena has been perfectly contented to sleep there rather than on the big bed with us. Lately, though, since Erich's still been working when Elena goes to bed, I've been putting her down on the bunk bed. Last night, she slept through the night there (in fact, she's still asleep right now...). I don't mind having her sleep on the floor in our room (it's not like she snores, so as long as she's not kicking, it's no imposition), but it's nice to be able to put her to bed in the other room. I like the flexibility.
I'm also hoping that Elena will learn to swim while we're here. She loves being in the water, but doesn't like being held--she wants to stand or sit, period. Ojalá que ella aprenda nadar, poco a poco. And as I write this, I'm watching a rabbit hop around the pool area, which is an odd juxtaposition in my mind.
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