This is a tumultuous time for S at the office. A few hours after Munchkin’s birthday party wrapped up, she was on the plane headed to DC for a weeklong conference. And while D did not appreciate being left to clean up the post-party mess, the week of quality father-son time alone with Munchkin easily made for it.
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A friend, writing about his kids recently, noted that while his older child is beginning to take on the look of a real human, his toddler remained a clingy, oversized doll. The latter is an apt description for Munchkin, who is beginning to push the boundaries of his self-sufficiency but remains overly attached to S.
There is one respect in which Kigali compares quite poorly to the other places we’ve served. It should come as no surprise that land would be at a premium in the most densely populated country on the continent, yet we still find the utter dearth of green public spaces in the capital remarkably disappointing.
Some hiccups with our house notwithstanding, we are beginning to feel settled. While there are some stark differences between Kenya and Rwanda, there are plenty of similarities as well. Also, we both have spent time in Kigali previously, so the move does not feel nearly as disorienting as going to Moldova from Kenya felt for S, for example. The transition has been a little more challenging for our little ones, however.
After hunkering down all of Saturday and watching the blizzard rage on into the night, we were excited to see the sun beaming down today. Perfect weather to play outside and enjoy the accumulation from one of the most powerful snowstorms to ever hit the East Coast.
When does fascination turn to obsession? Is there such a thing as too much of a good thing? Well, it depends on whom you ask. Not quite two years of age, Munchkin has established definitively that his opinion on such weighty matters is likely to differ substantially from ours for the foreseeable future.
While our home leave travels play out across the pages of our blog, life has continued apace. We moved to the Washington, D.C. area at the beginning of this month, and we’re now in the third week of language training at the Foreign Service Institute. To say the transition was overwhelming might be an understatement.
Talking with a friend whose son neared his fourth birthday around the time Munchkin just began crawling, D asked if his friend still found himself amazed whenever his son learned a new skill. “Every day,” the friend responded, “It never ceases to amaze me how his mind works — how he figures things out and masters the world around him.” In the short week since we’ve returned from our travels, Munchkin has found dozens of new ways to amaze us.
When S’s parents and sister moved north to Maine, she did not go with the rest of the family. Then in her senior year of high school, she decided to remain in the small Massachusetts town where she had spent her formative years. Despite only calling Maine home for half a year after college, S loves the state, and always looks forward to visiting, especially in autumn. Maine weather is sometimes dreary, but it’s hard to beat New England in the fall.