So many new things

We're home. In our own beds. (Sort of. D and I are actually sleeping on an air mattress in Kenson's room.) We left Haiti on Saturday and overnighted in Miami. Then we flew from Miami to Ft. Worth and on to Omaha today. Some family and friends greeted us at the airport.

Kenson did amazingly well. Sans one moment, he was generally calm and laid back. He had a 30-40 minute melt down once we got to the hotel in Miami. He heard kids playing as we were going through the airport and from then on, he kept looking for doors and pointing like he thought the doors would take him back to the kids. My non professional opinion says the finality of it started to sink in. But he did calm down and was smiling 30 minutes later.

He has had so many firsts that my mind can't even fathom it all. First airplane ride, first chicken nuggets, first french fries, first warm bath, first warm shower-the list is endless. There was lots of pointing and saying "Go tday" which means look in Creole. By the end of today, he was starting to get much braver and walked a bit in the airport so that I didn't have to carry him. (Thank You, Jesus! The kid is heavy. I took two slings but he is almost too big. The slings made it easier but the reprive from carrying 35 pounds of weight was nice.)

We took a Magna Doodle and a toy car for the airplane ride which were very successful. He loved to look at the window of the airport and watch all the "Macheens" and "Avions". He clammed up once we got to Omaha, then slept on the way home. My family stopped for a short while before they headed back home so he was still unsure and quiet but once they left, we ate and D got out a car set that lets you put cars in a ramp and race them and Kenson was set for life. He giggled and laughed and talked until it was time for bed. He did have a bit of a freak out moment when I tried to put him in his bed before he was asleep. The bed is a crib that converts to a toddler bed and it is white with bars that look just like the cribs at the orphanage. He got the mad cry going and kicked at the bars on the back and then kept pointing to go downstairs. So down we went until he was totally asleep and then I put him back in it. I think he'll be fine once he realizes that he can go to sleep in that bed and we'll still be there.

He also is scared of dogs, the sock monkey I got him for Christmas and the loud flushing of commercial grade toliets. (Dogs I knew would be an issue but the others are just random things.) He has a rattling cough right now so we will probably be going to the doctor tomorrow. I am not feeling all that great either, which is why I'm typing this at 1 a.m.. I've got a sore throat and a cough. Hopefully, we'll both be feeling better soon. At any rate, it's good to be back. I'll try to get some more pictures up tomorrow.