Adjustment

Living aboard a 43' sailboat is an adjustment. A BIG adjustment, especially after living in a sprawling house in Northern Michigan for 4 months. A sprawling house with a gourmet kitchen, I might add. Well, our little family is in the middle of the adjustment period. Poor John hasn't wanted to use the potty (the seat is 'too told *cold* on John's bum!!'). Jeff is currently finishing our refrigeration shelves (boats are truly a work in progress). We are pulling up floor boards and pushing canned food into every available inch of space. The waterline on our Last Paradise has sunk down into the water a few precious inches (inches that we need in height to get under bridges, so its a good thing!) But things are coming together. John is *remembering* not to push buttons, and has a new phrase when he gets scolded "sorry mama, mama hugs?" who can get mad at that? I'm organizing my 'space' in my little galley, everything within my reach. Jeff has cleaned out the chart table, tightened a few bolts and followed a little water trail to see where we had a deck leak. All in all, we're doing pretty well.

And our family is thriving on the little things. Cuddling in bed together on a cold morning listening to John tell us about his dreams (eating cookies). Watching a family movie together before bedtime, and enjoying evening walks on the dock- to get the wiggles out. We're home.


John looking out the window in the aft cabin- Jeff was running the engine and John was sure we were going sailing. John watched the whole time to see where we were going!