At some point, this started feeling like home. It happened toward the beginning of March, when I was cleaning and preparing the house for the upcoming string of guests. The cave-like green bathroom was my cave-like green bathroom. The ants were invading our spare bedroom...
I anticipated that the trip would be good for our family. What I didn't anticipate were some of the fun family moments...
Ben is growing quickly. I'm afraid that this is one of our last experiences with him being a 'boy'. For example, we were in Trieste checking out the Mar Adriatico off of one of the docks, and a bunch of jellyfish had washed in with the tide. Ben shouted down the pier, "Daddy, I see a jellyfish!" His spontaneity, energy, and lack of worry about how he was being perceived around him were so young, and I want to soak in those moments as much as possible.
At the beginning of the trip, as you may have read, the boys were holy terrors. While they still have their moments, things have calmed down a bit. They get along best when they are talking about video games or pretending to play video games. One of those moments happened in Trieste, where as we were walking down the street I noticed that they had their arms around each other, eagerly discussing the video game they had played that morning. It's a nice change from the first month of the trip, when Ben blamed Ethan for all of his misery.
[Post from 2019, just published in 2023. I can't remember what else I wanted to say here.]