...and Then There Were Six

After sixteen days and a parade of family members in and out, it is now down to the six of us.  We had our first family-of-six meal tonight at Logan's Roadhouse, throwing peanut shells on the floor, teaching the boys how to eat corn dogs, and listening to Eli talk about how much he likes American restaurants.  His English blows me away.  These boys are adjusting extremely well.

What have the boys been doing since I last posted?  Having lots of fun:
bonding with family
riding bikes
hanging out in the hot tub
playing with all the new toys and games
sleeping in
dazzling us all with their wits and charm
experimenting with new foods
reading
teasing their big sister
taking care of the dogs
going to church
making new American friends
and experiencing some of the best that America has to offer, like bowling and car washes.

These boys are in for a big shift.  It's Sunday night and Christmas break is over!  The next few days will mark Eli and Isaac's first day of school, first swim lesson, and first guitar lesson for Eli.  We're throwing in a dental appointment too for good measure.  These boys will be busy, but I'm confident they/we can handle it.  They continue to tackle every new experience with reckless joy, and their endless energy supply confounds me.  I know they are capable of great things, and I can't wait to see what those great things are.