Perff, Austrai-ya

Eliot and Peter seem to have adjusted well to the move. Eliot enjoys telling us that we are in "Perff, Austrai-ya" and pointing it out on a map (though he seems to think that Milwaukee and Edmonton are both in the vicinity). Peter has been sitting independently, trying really hard to crawl, and getting more accustomed to solid foods, though each bite still seems like an unpleasant surprise. Unfortunately, he is also dealing with teething issues which have turned him into something of a Baby Jekyll and Baby Hyde. In his Baby Jekyll state he's the same charming, dumpling of a boy, winning hearts left and right. As Baby Hyde, he screams (without warning and generally in the middle of the night), claws at your face and neck and bites your finger with such force that you're tempted to make sure the digit is still intact.

I have noticed that Eliot is a little more fearful of certain things. He doesn't like to stay in the bathtub as the water drains and he sticks close to me more than usual. I don't know if it's the move or if that's just the age he's at now. Either way, we try to make him feel safe and involved, which seems to help. We sure do love our cool dudes.