I've heard from other folks who have adopted internationally say that the honeymoon period often lasts about 2 months. After that, children start 'behaving like family' and quit making their beds, being polite at the dinner table, etc... especially if there are other kids in the family for them to take cues from. As we round the 8 week mark, it lingers in the back of my mind that some of the good things I've gotten used to (like relinquishing the remote control when asked) may be on the way out. But on the other hand big thresholds are still being crossed and I wanted to jot them down before I forgot.
Yesterday we were all geared up to go swimming after lunch and it rained. I believe this was our first rain out of the summer, so the kids were kind of jittery as Chris and I had to say, "I don't know, Maybe" about 400 times as we debated whether or not we should go to Plan B, which was... um... I don't know... Plan B. Color? Computer? Something not within my personal space, please. Anyway, I laid down and H actually (eventually) took a siesta with me. Chris entertained Y by answering "I don't know, Maybe" another 300 times. When we woke up, the rain had stopped and Y was packed and ready to go. H was still groggy and didn't feel like getting wet. We decided that I would take Y swimming and H would stay home with mommy. Let me repeat that... My children actually separated willingly and without debate for about an hour and a half. That's a big step that we've been waiting for.
Also, today Y said, "I am ready" and "I am OK!" That's an appropriately used pronoun folks, and a connecting verb to boot! H can string long sets of nouns and verbs together into understandable stories, but isn't making sentences yet. It's funny because he will, in so many words and hand motions, tell me to relay a story to mommy that he and I already talked about. We'll look up at Chris and she'll just say, "Yeah, I got it Habtamu. You just told me the story," and everyone is happy.
Hearing "I am ok" instead of "Yordanos OK" was welcome relief, even if it was totally regurgitated. It's progress. I'll take it.