It's officially been a week.
A hard, long week - I won't lie.
Slowly, we are working on English. The laundry has been running 24 hours.
And somehow we've managed to keep the house relatively clean.
The little girls are having the most trouble. The place they lived in Ethiopia wasn't the best atmosphere for them, but that couldn't be helped. The girls do not know how to entertain themselves. At all. The word "no" coming from anyone but themselves does not go over well. And bedtime equals screaming and crying.
It's hard. Really it is. You don't read this on the adoption blogs.
Slowly, our family is learning to open their hearts. We're learning that even though it's not going to be "just us" anymore, we can still be a family. We're learning to lower our expectations a whole lot.
At the same time, however, there's a lot of love swirling around this house in so many different forms. With the coming of a new year, it's like a whole new world is waiting for us - one that holds eleven children, two parents, and one family.