Well, we arrived safe and sound, relatively unscathed from our journey. We managed to forget our camera at DH's friend's house during our layover in Tehran but DBIL travelled to Tehran with us and had picked it up moments before DH called him from Amsterdam to let him know we left it. It is now safe in the hands of his mom and sisters and waiting for the next world-traveling relative to make their way back to the states to bring it back to us. Consequently, I won't be able to post any photos for awhile. We brought our computer back with us but something happened to it during the trip and it wouldn't work so dh has had to spend a good bit of time with it to get us back up and running. Everything on the hard drives may be gone including photos but we'll just have to wait and see.
The only other excitement of the trip is that Reza HATED the planes. The child has flown without any problems 3 times before but started crying as soon as we boarded the plane to Tehran and cried frequently on each of the three flights. The master nurser all but quit for the duration of our travels except while we were in Tehran and absolutely hated being strapped into a carseat and screamed the entire trip from the airport to our new townhouse. It's a good thing we didn't have to go far. ;) But, I'm glad to report that as soon as he was released from the carseat and allowed to run around inside the house, he was as happy as can be and wasted no time learning to climb the many stairs here. (And he's back to nursing constantly.)
We're settling in nicely and I'll write more when I get a chance. In the meantime, I found a great book recently called "The Quilt That Walked to Golden" by Sandra Dallas. Thanks for all of the well wishes. I'll post more later but Reza's in active toddler mode right now.