The best part of being back in Tulsa is all the free activities for children. This morning Nathan took the children to see a movie at the fancy theater with reclining seats, and they loved it. What a fun experience for them!
Kyrie stayed home with me to help me unpack the playroom.
By unpack, I mean she is officially a wailing toddler who throws things when she is mad and pulls everything off shelves and out of boxes and out from drawers as fast as I can put things away.
We worked most of the day, and got a great deal finished – despite her assistive efforts.
She was at one point walking around with a picture of President Monson, saying, “Prophet! prophet!” I don’t know where she got it, but I am delighted she knew who he was.
I did manage to cook breakfast, lunch, and supper, however, which is progress since we have worked in the kitchen.
The boys asked for a “man meal of supper”, so I clarified with them what they meant exactly, and we came up with this:
The house may still be a mess, but we are in routine with one-bathroom for showers and who changes where when for privacy, and their uniforms for school are mostly ready, and their toys are at least out of boxes if not yet nicely arranged categorically like a doily Mormon.
But we are trying, albeit much more slowly as we wear out, and they are happy – which is most important.
Nathan and I will confess readily that after the last five years we have had, we are as excited as the children for school to start Monday, and for the first time ever have all the children in school.