Most people don’t move in two weeks.
Most people don’t move themselves with two or three little little trailer loads a day everyday for two weeks.
We are exhausted, the kids are troopers, and Nathan has won more medals in the moving Olympics than Phelps has in swimming.
I decided to surprise them all with a mini-staycation and use hotel points for a free weekend of rest, and officially forbade everyone from even trying to work at the house or do any moving this weekend.
I got the idea from Nathan, who said the house was ready enough for the RS ladies to come help clean, but then kicked me out and wouldn’t let me help! But I did get my lab works done, HR finished for my new chaplaincy position, enrollment finished for all six kids, and Mary’s broken processor to the audiologist. I also got all the clothes sorted for the children, so their things are all put away at the new house and winter clothes are ready when fall sneaks in on us.
The children were very, very excited about being in a hotel.
Well, mostly they are excited about the elevator.
We have six little children.
That means we have done a lot of elevator riding.
Today’s big outing was a pizza lunch with biological families! Kirk and Barrett’s mother and aunt came, and Anber and Kyrie’s grandparents came:
After some naps, because we promised Daddy that naps were part of the resting weekend deal, there was only one way to spend the last Saturday night of summer vacation:
Kyrie only went once. We can take her to kick her feet barely, but not really in the water and not near other kids playing rough or splashing. It’s hard to do summer when your toddler lives in a state of drowning already.
Speaking of drowing, we got her suction machine and oxygen and formula and thickener and all her other supplies to the school. She and our PreKers start class on Monday, and I really cannot believe it! They will be full time and she will only be part time, and the staff is wonderful.
And they sign.
And all three children will be getting speech (which includes feeding/swallow therapy for Kyrie), developmental therapy, physical therapy, occupational therapy, good social skills classes, and actual educational work. It is not a daycare. It is a school, and it is a miracle we are there, that we got in. I am so, so excited for them.
But I will miss them.
It is a miracle that we have them, that we have had the last few years together, that we have been home and sheltered in place as we all learn to be a family.
Part of being a family is growing up.
That means going to school.
The second graders don’t start until next week, but they are all together different children than when summer started.
They are so grown up!
They are emotional! They are independent! They are stinky!
They are not babies.
We have no babies now, not even Kyrie, and we brought no crib or changing table or high chair with us when we moved.
Now here we are, the kids sleeping hard after so much swimming, and all of us anxious for a new ward in the morning. It will begin our new life, which must have some good coming because the opposition continues (even with flat tires today). But we are determined that we are in this together, and that we trust Heavenly Father knows what He is doing even though we ourselves have no idea at all.