Two years ago, on March 20, 2009, we officially became Pittsburghers. After living with my parents for four months (3 of those months with a newborn!), we were sooo ready to move into our new home.
It is so hard to believe that we pulled into our driveway with an 18 month old and a 3 month old, and here we are with a 3.5 year old and a 2 year old. It's really gone fast, and so much has changed.
When we moved here, Zoey was a helpless, bottle-feeding newborn who slept in our room, woke up often, and had terrible reflux and constipation issues. In two years, she's grown into a smart, beautiful, spitfire of a little girl, who can hold a conversation, speak 6-7 word sentences, ask questions, sing along to nearly any song on the radio, and keep up with her big brother on the playground. AND she is starting to try more and more new foods every week.
Shepherd still loves to read. And he's reading Chicka Chicka, Boom Boom to ME now at bedtime (from memory, of course), dancing and singing, holding conversations, asking the silliest questions, and wearing big boy undies! All this change from the 18 month old we brought here in 2T footie pajamas and size 5 diapers, was still sleeping with a pacifier, but he's still obsessed with Lightning McQueen. (And I'm perfectly okay with that.)
When we were first moved here, I was thrilled. A new city. A real, actual city. Compared to Carlsbad, NM where we used to live? This is heaven. I was, and still am, amazed at all the opportunities waiting for me within a 5-10 mile radius of my house. Museums, stores, professional sports, hospitals, restaurants--all right here at my fingertips. And to think I used to have to drive 3 hours to get to an Old Navy.
It took awhile to get out of that postpartum depression funk, but after about 9 months, I was ready to explore. And explore we have. And I still feel like there's something new waiting for me everyday. Here's to a great two years, Pittsburgh. And many more!
