Today we’ve been two weeks home, and this is the first day that I can say that life looked like I imagined it would look for us as a family. Waking up together. Keeping it low key, creating a peaceful place for our daughter to feel safe and happy and loved. Up to this point, there were too many new places and faces and activities. My gut instinct told me all along that it was too much, but my guilt instinct took over far too much of the time, and what resulted was an overstimulated little girl who couldn’t fall asleep. Who would, in those circumstances? It was all too much. So today, finally, better late than never, I set about creating the kind of life we want to live with our daughter. Slow. Relaxed. Close. We were here at home for most of the day. I held her when I could and put a variety of toys near me in the kitchen when I couldn’t. And she relaxed; the change was visible. At nap time, further proof: she didn’t fight sleep at all. At bedtime, which is the tougher of the two, she fell asleep after much less of a fight. I believe it took Jarod less than an hour to get her to sleep, including book reading and nighttime prayers. Tomorrow we will order our day in much the same way, and the day after that, and all told I hope to have two weeks of mostly nothing going on for her. I want to give her a solid base of routine and rest before we throw in anything, or anyone new. We love that so many people have been so anxious to meet Zinashi and play with her and do fun things with and for her. We are grateful for everyone’s enthusiasm. And now, we are grateful for the chance to have a little do-over. The first two weeks, take two. This is about to get even more awesome.