This is the lovely Evie, sleeping like a lamb on the flight to Seattle. Lulling her parents into a false sense of security over what an amazing child we have – imagine, an 18-month old sleeping through 6 hours of the 9 hour flight over here, and barely a whimper out of her during the remaining 3, happy as she was to wander the aisles, trying to befriend anyone that would smile at her foot-stomping, bum-wiggling dance moves. So good, in fact, that several people stopped as they disembarked the plane to comment on just how well-behaved our baby had been. So proud. So smug. So unprepared….
Humph. She has barely even napped, let alone slept, ever since. I feel like I’ve been on a 2-day bender, only without any of the fun stuff – and I’m seriously in need of some matchsticks to prop open these drooping eyes. We were out with the realtor today (Jenny, lovely, English – and one for another post!), and Evie screamed pretty solidly for almost all of the 4 hours we were in the car. With her eyes tightly closed. So desperate was she to sleep, and yet weirdly, so unwilling to do so!
Anyway, the purpose of this post was not to have a big whinge over just how completely knackered we are, thanks to the combination of my own jet-lag combined with that of my darling, noisy toddler! I just wanted to say I’m sorry for the lack of posts – I’ve started a few, but just not quite managed to finish a single story. Tomorrow we are moving, yet again, after realising that we can’t manage living in a top-floor flat with no lift for 2 months, and then hopefully everything will start to feel a lot more settled. And I’ll find time in the evenings to keep up my wee Seattle relocation diary.
Apart from the sleep deprivation, it’s been pretty awesome so far. Our “Destination Services Consultant”, the super-glamourous Emma, was lovely and friendly, and helped us open our bank accounts, find a mobile phone and gave us a tour of the Eastside while relaying the rules of the roads (we both need to take a driving test – help!). We’ve spent a day with our Realtor, Jenny, and looked at some pretty incredible houses (OH. MY. GOD. The KITCHENS!!!!), all to be repeated again tomorrow, hurray. And we’ve introduced Milo to “Doggy Disneyland“.
Oh yes, and finally…I’ve become quite friendly with “The Beast”. I said I wanted to drive a big car in the US and, well, let’s just say I haven’t been disappointed.