And about this, I have mixed feelings.
We had a wonderful birthday party, complete with pink-streamers and a cupcake piñata - a style and color of decorations that I am not sure I will ever see again in my house.
We showed-off the wonders of the in-sink garbage disposal. (Yes, they exist in Germany, but are not very common!)
There were tractor rides along with livestock and cowboy boots.
And there were silly parties.
And humbling gifts.
Today, as I reorganized the house, I took my time, as opposed to hurrying so that I could make the next meal (or prepare for going out for a meal). I took a long shower without worrying about who might be ready for some coffee, or would there be enough hot water? I left the dishwasher unloaded even as we ate another meal. And I thought more complex thoughts in my native English, instead of my fumbling German.
As just-the-four-of-us sat down for dinner tonight, in our empty house, Mattias called out for our guests one by one. "Oh-ma! Oh-ma? 'El-la! 'El-la? Lr-ahs! Lr-ahs?" He was not quite sure where they were; he was not quite sure when they would be coming back; perhaps he was hoping to see them one more time: both the joy and confusion of having guests firmly established in his 22 month old brain.