I spent all last week bringing boxes home from the hospital.
When my day off finally came today, it was time to start packing.
We did the most important things first: my mother’s china, then our books, and we even made it through the bathrooms and a good start on Kyrie’s medical supplies.
We also got the children’s desks and homeschool things packed, which is a great start at helping them transition.
We really did so much today!
The children are so excited!
Especially because they are all getting their own rooms, except for Anber (who doesn’t want her own room) and Kyrie (who doesn’t yet care).
We are just excited because, theoretically, we are moving to stay, as far we know, and that is a relief after the last two years.
And, Kyrie is still with us.
And she is having a fantastic week!
Good sats, tolerating feeds, and for the first time ever, asking for feeds. And learning, playing, and singing. She has been our happy girl.
Barrett’s struggle, I have found, is his very high intelligence confounded by his very low frustration tolerance. We celebrate the smallest of successes, and cheer him on through any not-giving-up. He soon will be a whole six years old, and I cannot believe how much he has grown since the little two year old we first met. He is the best little giggle, though, and I love that we hear it more and more every day.
Anber thinks she is already six, but loves to read and is quick in math when she is paying attention. But she is proud, and does not like to be wrong. This gives us two five year olds who are doing just fine, but struggle to learn to keep trying. She has come so far, though, and even though she was mad at people for watching her dance in the recital, she stayed up there and she dance! We were so proud!
Kirk is tender and sweet and funny, but aching for his own space. He is a good brother, but wears out – partly from cerebral palsy, and partly from personality. He is so much like Nathan, and both of them would rather have more quiet time than what Kirk gets from his two extroverted brothers. He can keep up with them, and do anything they can do – and with only one hand!
Alex turned nine only a month ago, and already is no longer a child. He talks to himself in the mirror until we are rolling with laughter stifled only for fear of disrespecting his valiant efforts at grooming. With that comes adolescent struggles, namely his mouth, which mixed with autism repeats anything he has heard whether or not it’s appropriate. He continues to be one of our greatest adventures.
Sweet Mary is a comfort to our hearts, but we know her adventures are only beginning! Tonight at dinner we laughed until we cried, reselling her sleep walking stories – our favorite being from our recent trip to Kansas City, where she thought she was climbing into her bunk bed in the dark but really was climbing up on the hotel desk and cuddling with the lamp! She is delightful and funny, and always creating.
Nathan is busy creating, too. He found lovely little sticks which he has worked on and painted and decorated. Their Christmas gifts will be Harry Potter wands he has made, and they will love them. We also found feathers, and he has made them little quill pens. They will be ecstatic! I am making them blankets with little Harry Potter badges on them, to stay with the theme.
It’s so funny they are so into it, as we have never yet let them see them see the movies. The later movies are PG13, and the later books are far more older than our children. We decided to let them read the first book this year, and only the third graders have seen only the first movie. Nathan read them the first book, and we made it a Thanksgiving tradition, so it won’t be until next year they read the next book before they see the next movie, and so on. It helped us pace the experience, so it should work out for them to be older by the time it’s their turn to see the older movies that are PG13. We really are, for the first time, having triplet pre-teens with three preschoolers, instead of just six little ones. The older three are not little, any more!
We have also decided, by necessity and to ease the challenge of moving during the holidays, to have Christmas at the new house even though we cannot yet be settled so quickly. It will be part of the surprise, and part of the celebration, and bring us home for a new year – all of us gathered, all of us here, all of us beginning together (again).
“When you walk the path of discipleship–when you move toward Heavenly Father–there is something within you that will confirm that you have heard the call of the Savior and set your heart toward the light. It will tell you that you are on the right path and that you are returning home.”
~ President Uchtdorf, October 2017