Friday, April 20, 2018

Then the other shoe drops

The last few weeks/months have been pretty good around here. We've had some illness, but a house full of young children goes through that periodically. We've had more ups than downs lately.

Then Monday happened.

For those who forgot, or maybe didn't know, on top of Eden's heart issues, she's also got ptosis, a droopy eyelid, on her left eye. She's been seeing a pediatric ophthalmologist since she was 6 months old since it's so low it obstructs the top of her pupil. Put your hand over the top of your eye and look around....that's her whole life. Back in December, her doctor went out of network so we had to find a new one. We saw him in February for a vision check, more than the eye exams we'd been having. Three is about as young as you can check vision.

She did great with her right eye, but was very uncooperative with her left. He managed to get enough of a check done that he estimated her vision at about 20/60. He sent us home with instructions to play "pirate" to get her used to covering her dominant eye for another exam in April. She got pretty good at it and had fun teasing us with how long she could do it.

Monday was that follow up exam. She, again, did great on the right eye but when it came time to check the left, she wasn't really working with us. When the doctor finally came in to do his part, he tested her using a card and said she's not being uncooperative, because she answered just fine when it was her right eye, she just couldn't see. He estimates her current vision in her left eye to be about 20/80. That much deterioration in two months leads him to believe that her brain has started to ignore her left eye.

People with ptosis usually adapt. Think about Forrest Whitaker. He's got it pretty severely and he does fine. I'm not sure if his vision is affected, but it's pretty likely. Eden should have begun to tilt her head back to see better under the eyelid. Her eye seems to be perfectly fine, it's just not being utilized.

So her doctor wants to move her ptosis surgery from summer of 2020 to .... now, essentially.

Not tomorrow, or even next week (thank god for small favors), but sooner rather than later. He sent us home with instructions to patch her for three weeks. We have a follow up appointment with him on May 7.

Because of her heart, this surgery has risks and can't be done in Abilene. She has to go to Dallas to have it done at Children's. So when I got home Monday afternoon, I emailed her cardiologist to fill her in and ask about next steps. She doesn't have an eye surgeon in mind, so our doctor here agreed (and even offered at the appointment) to find one for us. Wednesday we got a call that we have an appointment in Dallas with a pediatric eye plastic surgeon on May 8.

Because I want to do ALL THE THINGS the week after we move. Sounds fantastic.

That's why, if you've seen Eden this week, she's wearing an eye patch. She hates them, but at least she's quit pulling them off. It's a struggle to get them on, but once it's on she generally leaves it alone. Monday was rough, she kept pulling them off, but if we can get her distracted with tv or her tablet, she forgets she's wearing it. I got some pretty ones on Amazon with ladybugs, mermaids, stars, teddy bears, and mouse princesses on them. Amazon seriously has everything, you guys.

I did a little googling of what her surgery will probably be and it looks like it's a 45 minute to 2 hour procedure and we likely won't have to have a stay in the hospital. I'd love if we didn't have to stay overnight at all, but if we do, I'd rather stay in a hotel. Granted, what I read was about a normal pediatric ptosis surgery, not a cardiac patient.

I have every confidence this will go well and she'll regain her vision. We've caught it as early as we could and we're doing what we can. She's my and Austin's child, and no one in our families has good eyes, so it's a given our kids will need glasses at some point. 20/80 isn't terrible (I'm sure mine is worse since I can't even tell if there's a chart on the wall, let alone read any letters) so if it even stalls there, that would be ok with me. That's correctable. We just have to get her brain to use that eye.

And I think it is. She's been watching tv one eyed all week and she's tilting her head back and correctly answering questions the Bubble Guppies and UmiZoomi ask. She gets pretty close to things, but she IS seeing. So that's a relief.

No one likes hearing their child needs surgery, or for that surgery to be complicated. I did cry on Monday, even as I was telling myself it would be fine, that this was nothing, a routine, simple thing for these doctors. The tricky part is the anesthesia, and that's why she's going to Children's. And if anything were to go sideways, she's there at a fantastic hospital that is fully equipped to handle her special case.

But she's still my baby and she's having surgery. Possibly in as little as a month or so.

So, prayers, healing thoughts, etc, all are welcome. She's a fighter and she's strong and willful. She won't let this keep her down.

Her eye is as open as it ever gets. Her first eye patch. She didn't know what was happening so she didn't fight it. 

We bought this one but it wouldn't stay in place very well and was constantly slipping over her left eye, so we quit that. It was soft, though, so she prefers it. 

Watching tv with a mermaid eye patch. Apparently this is comfortable? 

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Busy Busy Busy

We've been blowing and going around here for the past several weeks. packing and moving boxes and stacking boxes and repacking after the kids find the boxes and pull out toys they haven't played with in ages so I thought were safe to pack but OH NO IT'S ACTUALLY THEIR FAVORITE TOYS and.....

I'm a little stressed. And tired. Ok, very tired. I have a standing Monday night "Mom Date" and last week I nearly fell asleep whenever there were those regular comfortable lulls in the conversation. I was asleep within about 15 minutes of walking in the front door.

We have packed up nearly everything we don't use on a daily, or even weekly, basis and there's lots of empty places in our house. They're balanced by the giant pile of packed and labeled boxes by the front door which is balanced by the pile of empty boxes in front of the fireplace.

I didn't used to be claustrophobic or have a huge issue with clutter but this past month I've felt on edge about stuff everywhere. We moved a ton of boxes over to Orange to store in the garage and thank god for that because I have no idea where those boxes would be now if we hadn't had a place to move them to. Maybe we'd have put them in our storage building, but probably we just would have procrastinated packing even more.

Easter came and went with a stomach bug that wiped out half of the family and problems with an oven which resulted in the Walke family Easter being catered by Belle's and eaten in the Perry Center at the church. The kids were adorable, as usual, and enjoyed the egg hunt. I dutifully took the candy tax and they're quickly working their way through the rest, since I've declared whatever isn't eaten is being thrown away when we move.

Everyone is doing great. The kids are getting more and more excited about the move, Austin got a nice raise at work, and I'm feeling pretty happy, in spite of the stress. Having my mom dates really helps with de-stressing, both because I get to get out of the house and have adult conversations, but also because I get away from the clutter.

A couple of people have pointed out that I don't have nearly as much stuff as Mom, so the house will be somewhat empty, or at least emptyish. I reply "I know, it'll be great!" Don't worry, I'm my mother's daughter. I'll fill it up. Hopefully it'll take me 25 years.

The big happy news, though, is Rebekah. She had her cardiology appointment today to check her VSD. For those who forgot, or didn't know, she was diagnosed in the womb with a small intra-muscular ventricular septal defect (hole in the muscle tissue between her ventricles, the bottom chambers of the heart). It was one that is super common and lots of people are born with it and never know, because they close on their own as the child grows, usually by about a year old, if not sooner. It's nothing to Eden's holes, but it was so minor, the doctor wasn't concerned about the home birth and gave us the thumbs up for that (which was good since the diagnosis was at like 28 weeks or so). At her birth, no one cold detect anything. At her doctor appointments, the ped couldn't hear anything. In April of 2017, she had an echocardiogram and it was still there, but it hadn't changed in size. Still no concern, come back in a year.

Cut to today, a year later. Our regular cardiologist wasn't there, because she's changed how she does things, but the other doctor is great, too. He listened carefully to Rebekah's chest, looked at her vital signs (100% pulseox, great bp and EKG, slightly elevated heart rate, but she hated having things stuck to her) and declared that the VSD has closed.

We knew it would happen and we've had no concerns about her health any more than any normal baby, but still. It's such a relief to know that her body did what it was supposed to do and her heart is whole.

Now I just have one kid with a janky heart. But it's janky in the right ways. We don't really want that to mend itself. (It would probably kill her if it did.)

There's so much more going on. Painting the Orange street house and moving Mom and Bob and moving ourselves and finishing school and getting settled into our "new" home (is it a new house if I lived there for 10 years 15 years ago? and is also 100 years old?) and everything else. I'm sure I'm forgetting major stuff. I've got lists everywhere and still managed to forget about today's cardio appointment until yesterday afternoon when Austin asked me about it.

We'll make it. Three weeks to go.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Home Sweet Home...Again

It finally happened. After three and a half months and I don't know how many houses and 4 offers and three contracts, Mom finally bought a house! She's been packing and moving things in slowly over the past two weeks. I've been over there twice helping unpack and get things set up. My nephews have been helping pack and move the boxes and a couple of pieces of furniture.

It's definitely a downsize for her. She's going from 5400 square feet to about 3000. I have a skewed vision of what a big house is, so I don't think this house is huge, but a lot of my friends do. The main part of the house is three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large living room, huge dining room, huge kitchen and a small dining area. It's got a huge room with a full bath over the two car garage they'll use as a guest room. The main house is 2500 square feet and trying to figure out where Mom is going to put everything is like a puzzle. We've been measuring and remeasuring and triple measuring furniture and rooms and thinking about configurations for days. I think we might have her office figured out. Mostly.

She started packing back in February, when she had contract #2. I refused to pack anything until she actually had keys to a house because contract #1 fell apart when the seller couldn't sign because of a contention in the estate. Contract #2 was opted out of because of the incredible amount of work needed on the house. Offer #3 was declined. Offer #4 turned into contract #3 and I still waited until contract #3 became house #2.

So I've packed a few boxes. Not many in the grand scheme of things, but about 30 or so of books. And I have one tub of kitchen stuff packed. And Austin packed a few boxes out of the front closet.

I hate packing. Its so tedious. And there's not really space for filled boxes anywhere at the moment. I'm waiting for Bob to move his Corvette to the new house so I can start loading up and dropping boxes in the garage on Orange, but there's not a super rush on that. He's got a lot of other stuff going on with the move so that is not a priority for him.

Elijah has been surprisingly helpful with packing. He's pretty good at packing books into boxes. Granted, he's had some behavioral issues recently so he's lost screen time (the only punishment that really works around here) and packing and being Mommy's "slave boy" is the only way he has of earning it back, but he actually is useful. He can fetch and carry empty boxes, he's figured out how to put books in fairly efficiently, and he can pack one box for every three that I pack, which isn't nothing.

He doesn't want to pack his stuff yet, though. That should wait until we move. So that's going to be fun. 🙄

I asked the boys to pick out the games in the dining room they wanted to keep out so we could pack the others. There's probably about 20 games in there. They were ok packing the games Austin and I play with friends who come over for dinner and Eden's game. Everything else needed to stay out because they MIGHT want to play it in the next two months.

Everything relating to a move is so daunting. Utilities, insurance, packing, unpacking, the move itself; those are just the must happens. The extras, painting, new decor, special purchases...those don't actually make it just tons more fun. I am looking forward to throwing some color on the walls in the Orange street house, and I finally get to decorate bedrooms for the children, but figuring out the logistics is making me want to just crawl into bed and watch mindless tv and sleep for about two months. Wake me up when it's all over.

Maybe I should hire someone to come pack, too. That's not too terrible, right?

The kids are mostly looking forward to it. Asher is excited to have his own room with privacy. Elijah is excited to have a Mario themed room. Eden is excited to have a pink room. Rebekah...she's 1. She's clueless. They like Oma's new house. They're iffy on BB and Papa living in their old house ("I don't want to leave my stuff for them. I don't want BB and Papa to play with my trains." -Elijah).

It'll all work out and in a year's time, everything will be settled for us (I hope). We're hoping to be all moved by mid-May so I can have the last couple of weeks of school to have two days a week of uninterrupted unpacking and settling. CCF is only once a week this summer, and only in June and July. So I'll have maybe 7 days of no kids underfoot. SUPER.

It's happening. And it's going to be exciting and terrifying and exhausting and I'll be so relieved when it's all over.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

Sunday morning thoughts

There are a few things I don't talk about in mixed company, mainly politics and religion. I don't think I really have to explain why. I just smile politely or pretend like I'm somewhere else when they come up because I don't want the headache. Today, I'm going to talk about church a little bit.

For the second Sunday in a row, I'm not at church. Last week, the kids and I were just tired. They didn't even wake up until 9 and 930. Granted, we could still have made it to the service, but I didn't feel like dealing with four kids on my own, so we stayed home. Today, I have a migraine that is slowly ebbing after drugs and a shower, though I'm not feeling fantastic. I get migraines (or at least really awful headaches, I'm not sure I can actually call them migraines) quite often but usually at the end of the day. This one struck late last night and lingered into the morning. Normally I'd try to rest but my migraine meds have caffeine in them and today, that has kicked in so I'm wired and wide awake, but my migraine is still lingering. So that's fun.

Plus, I'm disappointed and a little "over" church right now.

I'm disappointed in my church, specifically. There have been decisions made over the past couple of years that I don't agree with, and that really really disappointed me. I do understand why they were made, and that in a couple of instances there wasn't really any other choice to make, but that doesn't mean that I agree with them.

Our church is older. I don't know what the average age is, but it's probably in the 50's. It's smaller because we have so many older members and not very many younger members. It honestly seems like us and one other family are the main ones growing the church, and that's mainly because our two families have had a combined 8 children in the last 9 years. There aren't many families with young children, though every Sunday I'm surprised by the number of kids who go to the front for the Children's sermon and who come thundering down the stairs at the end from children's church.

I honestly think a big reason our church doesn't have more young families is because there is basically no programming for us. We have great groups for the older crowd, the children's programs are good, though not as good as they used to be, and there are things parents could go to occasionally, but the main issue is childcare. Our church rarely has that as an option for anything taking place outside of Sunday morning.

I have four kids. They would definitely take away any enjoyment of adult activities not only for me and Austin, but for other adults present, if we were to try to go to some of the activities in the evenings or mornings. So we don't.

Don't get me wrong, we show up to a LOT of stuff. We show up to congregational meetings, lunches, activities, special services, etc. We bring our brood of kids and deal with the stress of keeping them under control and from bothering other people.

That's not to say our kids are wild and out of control, because they're not. But they are kids. They get restless. They may not like the food served at the meals, so we have to eat quickly and get them home to eat something they'll actually eat.

Because our church is mainly an older population, I like to say we have a lot of grandparents. Most of them are grandparents to their own, but because their families don't live close, my kids and the other kids in the church benefit from the love they have to give. The women in our church volunteer at the MDO and rock the babies. I've heard there's one lady who loves to just sit and rock Rebekah, which I love. They smile and coo and make faces at my kids. My kids just take it in stride because this is normal for them.

A couple of weeks ago at a brunch welcoming our interim minister, one grandma used her walker to create a space next to Rebekah's high chair where there really wasn't one with a sweet smile on her face the whole time. The person who had been sitting closer to Rebekah just scooted over and made space. The grandma just beamed at me and said so many times during the brunch how much she loved sitting next to this messy, happy, baby. She didn't use those words, but when I warned her that Rebekah might reach out with her messy hands and touch her sleeves or her pretty jacket, she brushed it off. She didn't mind at all. Later, when I was standing nearby talking to Austin, she asked if I needed a seat and offered me her walker (she was not about to give up the prized seat next to the baby).

I love the people of our church. They work hard to support each other and the community. They show up for each other when needed. They love each other and on each other's families. They celebrate new babies and marriages and grieve losses. They cry when a member moves away. And I love that about them.

The thing is, our leadership is getting burned out. It's the same small group of (mostly older) people leading everything. The same people lead Sunday School, head up committees, take charge of donation drives, show up to our community outreach programs, take care of our children, and more. Austin was willing to be praise leader as a volunteer position, but they insisted it be a paid position. So we donate the majority of that back to the church. I got voluntold as the president of the women's group, Circle with Faith (or Christian Women's Fellowship) for the year, a position I wasn't, and still aren't, thrilled with, but I recognize that no one else wanted it and the people who have done it for years, among other leadership positions, are getting tired. They need a break. So I've managed to delegate out some of the tasks and look at myself as more of a manager than anything else.

I admire these same people for continually stepping up and showing up. It's hard to be one of the few people making sure things are working and moving forward when no one else is volunteering and in fact is telling you what you're doing wrong and that you should do it better, but don't ask them to do anything.

I don't have any answers as to how to "fix" things. Our church is slowly moving towards closing it's doors (this is known around the church so I'm not spilling any beans by writing about it now) and that's sad, but the church is not just the building, it's also the people. These amazing people will be fine wherever they end up. Those who lead will continue to do so and those who follow will continue to follow. Maybe if our church has to downsize or disband all together the leaders will get a break and the followers will be inspired to do more.

Personally, and I know I'm not the only one, I feel like our church needs to downsize. There are thriving, young churches in our area that could greatly benefit from having our beautiful space. Mom and I talked about how it's like her giving us her house: an older population is occupying a huge beautiful space that they don't need and can't fill while a younger population is crowded into a small space that they're making work, but it would be such a blessing to have the bigger space. Everyone who has heard about the house has said how amazing that is and how smart and logical it is. And yet when it comes to the church, we're clinging to it like a life raft in the middle of an ocean.

And I get it, I do. Many people in our church grew up there, raised their children there, were married there and watched their children get married there. It's a lovely space and we're all sentimental about it. But sometimes, it's time to move on and let the younger generation have a turn.

I wasn't raised in this church. I was raised in another church that disbanded and I have sentimental feelings about that building, but I'm glad that it's being utilized by a new congregation. When the church disbanded, the last service had maybe 30 people there, people who had been there almost since the beginning of the church 20 years earlier. I don't know how many people are there now, but surely it's more than that. I still drive past occasionally and look at the building, wondering what the inside looks like. Maybe one of these days I'll go and see.

As you can probably see, I have a lot of mixed feelings about our church. I don't have any easy answers and I wish I did. I wish I could flip a switch and young families would suddenly start flocking to our church so that it would grow and thrive the way it used to. I wish there was a way to have so many members that we had to have multiple full services and not enough space for our children on the steps of the sanctuary during the children's sermon. I've asked people who've visited and not returned why and their answers were things that we can't change, which is both reassuring and very frustrating.

Maybe I'm just feeling down about church because of the situation the church is in right now. Maybe it's the season. Winter always makes me feel a little down. Maybe I'm just tired in general. I don't know. I don know that whatever happens, it'll be ok. If we attend this church until we die or if we attend this church until this summer, it'll be ok.

Friday, February 2, 2018

Musical Influences

Austin's been doing the 10 albums in 10 days thing and like a schmo, he nominated me today. It's like he doesn't even know me. 

I had a different relationship with music than most of my peers. Growing up, I didn't buy albums because I didn't have any money, so I listened to the radio. In college, I still didn't have money to spend on music, so it was the radio in the car and downloaded stuff in my room (anyone my age who doesn't fess up to illegally downloading music in college is LYING. We all did it). The few cds I had, I got as gifts or I won on the radio, so weren't necessarily my taste. I also joined the Columbia Music Club then never bought another cd. Because again, I had no money. 

The first cd I ever got was Bob Carlyle's Butterfly Kisses. It...well, I know some people still have fond feelings about that song. I did at the time. But after listening to the only cd I had on loop for, I don't know, months, I developed a hatred for it. It's sentimental and saccharine and if my daughters want it at their weddings, I'll roll my eyes before and then blubber my way through it. 

The cds I started buying for myself were mostly soundtracks, because movies are more my jam. I really liked the soundtracks to 10 Things I Hate About You and She's the Man, among others. I listened to classical music to get inspiration for piano pieces I wanted to listen to and also because it was nice to have soothing background music while reading. 

When driving around with friends, though, we wanted something punky. So we listened to Offspring and...Sum 41? All American Rejects? I don't even know. Bowling for Soup was another band I dug, along with Weird Al. 

Side note, it's super fun to drive around with the windows down and blasting something like the 1812 Overture. 

I really liked Oldies (music from the 50-70s) in high school and college. Since the oldies apparently includes up to the early 90's, I still like it. I got a cd of Steve Miller Band in 2001 on a friend's recommendation and thought that was pretty good. I got Taylor Swift's first cd a month or so after it came out and really thought that kid was going places. LOVED Kelly Clarkson's Since You Been Gone album. It came out at the right time in my life. 

Dad introduced me to Natalie Cole. He usually listened to classical, but he had her album Unforgettable, and our favorite track was the duet with her dad on the title song. It was almost our wedding dance song. We went with his favorite song, The Way You Look Tonight, sung by Tony Bennett. 

Caleb, hearing that I really liked All American Rejects and bands like them, made me a mix cd that is probably one of my favorite cds to date. I think I still have it somewhere. It had a lot of the punky type music that I enjoy blasting, but you can hear the lyrics enough that you can learn them and sing along. It had bands like AAR, Good Charlotte, Bowling for Soup, and more. Again, I don't even know the names of the songs. Several years after he gave it to me, I took the time to google the song lyrics to get the names of the songs themselves and the bands. 

Austin and I bonded over OAR while he was in Denmark. 52-50 is about a man who can't wait to get home to his girl. It felt fitting. We actually liked Nickleback and chose Far Away for our wedding dance song. Lyrics like "Who was I to make you wait" and "I've been far away for far too long" felt like a pretty good description of our relationship. 

Johnny Cash was apparently always a favorite of mine. Apparently as a toddler, I'd dance to Johnny's tapes or on the radio. One of my favorite memories of my wedding is when my immediate family, the Original 7, were posing for photos on the lawn and Ring of Fire started playing and we all sang along. You can see it in some of the pictures. Waiting on the Far Side Banks of the River Jordan is so heartbreaking and his version of Hurt is amazing. And of course who doesn't love A Boy Named Sue or One Piece at a Time or Folsom Prison Blues?

One of the last pieces of music I learned as a kid taking piano lessons was the first movement of The Moonlight Sonata. That song is super hard. I have a tendency to want to speed up as I'm playing and that song is all about plodding along at the same speed. It was fun to use the damper pedal, though. In college, I "learned" it again to play for the semester recital. I'm a snob about keyboards vs pianos, so I rarely practiced the two semesters I took lessons in college, but I did manage to play MS perfectly from start to finish. Once. Luckily, my teacher was there, so I had a witness to that amazing feat. 

These days, I listen to audio books more than music, but when I do listen to music, it's usually the Hamilton soundtrack (it's been in the cd player in my car for about a year and a half now) or the radio. Lin-Manuel Miranda is so incredibly talented. I don't sing along well because I don't think my mouth can move that fast, but I make an attempt. 

I do have Amazon music on my phone and I'll occasionally play something from there, but if I'm listening to music, I want something I can sing along to, so Broadway soundtracks and music from high school and college are usually the order of the day. 

Looking back, I probably could do the whole 10 albums in 10 days, but I'm lazy and I know I won't follow through. So here's my ten all at once. 

Saturday, January 6, 2018

The holidays are finally over. Thank goodness for that.

I really enjoy when it's just us, lazing around the house for a while. The holidays this year were just a little nuts. We started on Friday the 22nd and it felt like it didn't really end for a week.

We had Asher's school Christmas program Friday evening, our family Christmas Saturday morning, the Walke family Christmas Saturday afternoon and evening, then drove to Arlington for the Mullins Christmas right after church on Sunday. We were there until Thursday, when Eden had two doctor appointments in Plano. Luckily those went really well and quickly and we were hope by 3pm.

The ice and terrible weather were actually ok because it gave us an excuse to just stay home and not go anywhere or do much of anything.

Asher turned 7 without much fanfare. His party is this coming Saturday and he's looking forward to it.

Elijah is still a crazy little nugget of a sourpatch kid. He's got pretty bad psoriasis that the cold weather made look horrible. He's got some cream we put on, and that seems to be helping. He'll be seeing a dermatologist in the next couple of weeks to confirm the diagnosis.

Eden's appointments were fine. We haven't heard anything about her echo, but I'm assuming that means everything is fine. I've made a note to contact her doctor on Monday to confirm there's nothing crazy. The GI doctor said she looked fine and maybe cut back on her milk intake if she has constipation issues. She doesn't and if you try to tell her she can't have milk she will yell at you. A lot.

Rebekah got her two top teeth for Christmas. She's still a bundle of sweetness and happiness and joy. Prophetic name. Of course, my middle name is also Joy and I'm not sure that I exude that, but She loves to eat and eats everything she can get in her mouth. She's basically an organic Roomba. She regularly crawls from the back of our bedroom through the house to the dining room, where the pickings are good. Sometimes she spits up, sometimes she cries because she's tired and alone, sometimes she just puts her head down and waits for someone to find her.

Mom had been scheduled to close on a house on December 29, but that fell through because of one of the owners being a jerk. It's complicated and there's still a chance everything will work out, which she would like because she really likes the house, but she's decided to look at other houses while she waits.

It's frustrating to all of us, but mostly Mom. I'm actually ok with waiting, mostly because our buyers aren't going to be ready until about December. That's not to say if everything fell into place and miraculously Mom was ready for us to take over the Orange St. house in a month, I wouldn't jump on that. But I'm also not stressing if it takes six or seven months. That's less of a financial strain on us, in a lot of ways.

It's interesting trying to pack when we really don't know what's going to happen. I know what the plans were, but...with nowhere for Mom and Bob to go, the plans are in limbo. I'm still working on packing and purging slowly. We started with the playroom and we (meaning I) and working through the house a little bit at a time. I'm packing up what we don't use a lot but aren't ready to get rid of just yet (and that may change in a month or so when I run out of boxes) and am just kind of storing the boxes in the place where the things were. So things are going to get cluttered fast. We'll figure it out. I'm not worried.

So that's what's up around here. Procrastinating packing was just made tons easier. And kids are doing well.

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Checking In

Eden's annual cardiology check up was today and everything relating to her is great. The main cardiologist she's been seeing since she was about 2 months old, Dr. S, let me know that she'll no longer be traveling to Abilene for the clinics. They've had a lot of issues with the airplanes and timing and other things, so they're changing their schedule and routine and as a result, we'll be traveling to Dallas for Eden's annual exams. Not terrible, but not the greatest news, either.

She charmed everyone present, of course, and was extremely cooperative, which was a relief. Sometimes she get a streak of stubbornness (god only knows where THAT came from) but today she was amazing. Even after we had to wait for about an hour because the doctor's flight from DFW was delayed. And then when we had a bit of a problem delivering our last Christmas gifts. And then had some wait time at Michael's and again at school pick up. I'm afraid of when the sass will come

We've entered the busy time of the year and I'm already exhausted from it all. Our plans have changed so many times I can't even remember all the iterations of them. Normally, we celebrate our family Christmas on Christmas Adam, December 23, but since we're going to Arlington for the holiday this year, the Walke Christmas was graciously rescheduled for the 23 so we could leave after church on the 24. Which means our family Christmas was rescheduled, too. It would have been the 22, but Asher has a school program we can't get out of (with only 11 kids in the school its pretty obvious when someone doesn't show up...) So we're doing ours on Christmas Adam morning, with a nice breakfast and presents and stockings (for the first time ever since we won't be at Oma's for stockings) and then we'll load up for Mom's last Christmas on Orange St. Then the only Christmas in Arlington.

We've had doctor's appointments, sick kids, missed school, Christmas parties, a frustrating school project, LOTS of cooking and shopping and wrapping and decorating and I'm just. over. it. all. Tonight is the last evening of just us for a while, so instead of making the mashed potatoes or putting away the three laundry baskets worth of clothes and sheets or packing or making cookie dough or helping Austin and Elijah organize the playroom, I'm sitting. We've got pizza on the way and our new-to-the-kids Christmas movie (Home Alone) in the blu-ray player. I'll make some cookies from already made dough and maybe we'll do some popcorn, but for the next couple of hours, I'm taking a little break.

This is Rebekah's first Christmas ever, and our last in this house, so I want to savor it as much as I can. If you need me, I'll be in my chair with a beverage (adult or not, it's a toss up at this point) and my feet up, possibly cross-stitching, possibly snoozing, possibly nursing, likely yelling at the kids to be quiet and enjoy the movie.

Merry Christmas, from the Mullins Mob to you and yours