The Christmas Kraken

The Christmas Kraken

It’s beginning to look a lot like Chr…hold up! We just got done with Thanksgiving. Let’s all take it down a notch. It’s not even December yet. We have plenty of time.

Er, sort of. Actually, no, no we don’t. We do not have plenty of time. Feel free to panic. and then feel free to release the Christmas Kraken!

1515029_10203017133728520_1630273697_n

Hey look, don’t worry about us. We’re totally ready! I mean, have we done anything except cut down the tree and put lights on it? No, no we haven’t. Have we added three kids to our house since last Christmas? Yes, yes we have. Hmm…guess I better get cracking.

I definitely haven’t picked out our Christmas Cards. Last year we used Minted and found the coolest card. I’m the worst about choosing just one photo so I always have to choose a card with several photo spots on it. Here’s what we chose last year.
4BC1XGESp3QjCv3VukOyEw==

Cute huh? Look, don’t ask me what the ‘May’ means at the bottom. This was my proof from last year and somehow the ‘may’ snuck into the proof. I was probably trying to say ‘May God bless you’ or something. Or, I fell asleep and nodded off the word MAY as my head hit the keyboard. 

Minted has so many awesome Christmas card ideas. The absolute best thing about them? They have free recipient address printing. It looks so good! And, come on, it’s free.

nav-assets-images-NavAds_HYC_Envelopes

What I absolutely love love love is this foil pressed art work. Squee! It would make a great gift.

2015_Q4_ArtGifts_Our5FavoriteGifts_foil-pressedartgifts_v2 2014Q4_landingpage_BNPL_v2

What I will be taking advantage of is the ‘buy now, personalize later’ option. Since I absolutely excel at procrastination (yeah me!) I’m going to buy it now to lock in the Cyber Monday savings and then I can spend the rest of the season worrying about it.

Raise your hand if the word cyber makes you think of Doctor Who. 

Cybermen_formation_Doomsday

Yeah, you know it does. The word cyber is down right creepy. Look, don’t get on to me for going off the subject on my post about Christmas cards by mentioning how creepy the word cyber is. Last year at this time I wrote about how a sea cucumber threw up on me so really Doctor Who isn’t that off base. Be glad you don’t have to hear that story again.

I’m a sucker for these silhouettes. We’re getting some for the girl’s room.

Silhouette-Letterpress-with-Copy_hover

And if you want to be totally swank, and who wouldn’t want to be, you can get this personalized wrapping paper. Yeah, you know the in-laws would love it.

MIN-QY2-CWR-001_A_PZ

Tree? Check. Anything else Christmas related? Definitely not a check. Good thing it’s Cyber Monday!

HomepageVignette_CMGeneralIf only I had an actual Christmas Kraken to follow me around and antagonize me until I got everything done.

THE KRAKEN CLASH OF THE TITANS (1981)

Oooh! And he could help me hand the ornaments high on the tree and help us hang the lights outside. Look at all those arms!

That’s it. I’m asking Santa for a Kraken for Christmas.

Working and Not Working

Working and Not Working

When people see us for the first time in awhile they haltingly ask us  ‘So…how are things working?‘ As in, ‘how the heck are y’all adjusting to now having six kids instead of three.‘ For the most part, things are going well.

Here’s what’s working:

The physical part of the job is going better than I thought it would. I’m cooking every night, the laundry is caught up, getting everyone up and moving and getting everyone down to bed – it’s all going swimmingly. Oooh! And the first week we had them my friends brought us dinner every night and the church’s foster care ministry showed up with gift cards, diapers, and meals for the freezer! So score!

IMG_6608Everyone is on time to school, forms are being turned in, lunches are being made, and homework is being done.

Of course, I say that but I do need to admit that there has been a lot of this:

IMG_6957

“Heather, Can you please bring James home? I have to take the fifth grader to clarinet lessons.’ “Carl, Can you bring Henry to football? I have to take James to Cross Country. ‘ So, it takes a village and all that.

We’ve learned how to tweak the things that don’t work. The two year old is grumpy if you wake her up, the 3rd grader needs to lay out her clothes the night before, the girls need to sleep in their beds not on the floor, the fifth grader hates long car rides, the phrase ‘it’s not fair’ has been banned from the house, and on and on and on.

Some stuff though? Well, it’s just not working. It’s two things really and they directly relate to each other.

Number one, and this is going to sound ridiculous, we can not figure out a good seating arrangement in the car. When we sold the Silver Mine (my old Acura MDX) and bought the Black Pearl (our Honda Odyssey) I thought it was plenty big enough for eight people. It seats eight – we have eight – end of story.

No, not end of story. It does seat eight but once you add in a big car seat and backpacks and people with short tempers etc…Well, we’re like sardines in there. Do not suggest a bigger car.  I can hardly drive the Odyssey it feels so big.

A reoccurring, as in every single time we get in the car, fight is over who sits where. Before the foster kids moved in the rule was the oldest gets first choice of seats. If the oldest wasn’t in the car the next oldest got first choice. That worked very well. And then came the fosters. Suddenly, Henry no longer got to sit in the front if James wasn’t there. And Stella always has to sit in the third row. And, oh the belligerent complaining that began. Which, can I just say, I NEVER got to sit in the front when I was their age so what in the world are they complaining about?!

First, I tried just saying ‘sorry Hank but you’re not the second oldest anymore.’ Bad idea. Second, I tried a rotating every other day system. That didn’t work either. Billy suggested assigning seats and never letting the older boys get a turn in the front. I’m not crazy about that idea. So we start the morning off on the wrong foot with complaining about who sits where and we pick up from school with the same arguments.

Any suggestions?

IMG_6958

The second issue we haven’t been able to fix is all the blasted fighting between Henry and our fifth grade foster son. They fight ALL.THE.TIME. As in, they can’t be in the same room with each other without fighting. And you may be thinking ‘Oh, I fought with my sister/brother all the time growing up!‘ Well, that may be but it’s driving us batty. I need peace in my house and these boys? Oh, they are not giving it to us. It’s strange because we spent a ton of time with these kids before they permanently moved in and Henry and the fifth grader got along great. The second they moved in though…

Several people recommended the book Siblings Without Rivalry. It’s really good and when I implement those principles it’s definitely better but I’m not always around. So, until this guy actually turns into Superman and starts making peace instead of war…

IMG_6913

…what are we to do?

No, seriously, I’m waiting on you to tell me what to do.

Ahem…still waiting…

 

Elbow Surgery

Elbow Surgery

Suddenly adding three kids to your brood increases the noise level in the house by, oh, about a thousand million percent. It doesn’t bother me too much. For the most part, it’s happy noise. My biological kids are handling it like champs. For real, the other day James and Henry walked into the laundry room and found me all teary.  I told them, ‘I’m just so proud of how well y’all are handling all this.’ Henry rolled his eyes and said ‘Sheesh, what a drama queen.’ James remarked ‘yeah, you should probably increase our allowances.’ Miscreants.

IMG_5819

Sometimes though for Hank…well, he’s my sensory kid. He gets overwhelmed pretty quickly by noises and chaos in general – it can all be a little much for him. So, all this extra noise and lack of space has been an adjustment for him. I needed him to have a way to tell me when he needs some quiet. He needs something to say besides ‘all these people are driving me crazy.

So, I told him to tell me that his elbow hurts. I told him ‘when everything gets to be too much just let tell me that your elbow hurts and I’ll know you need some space.’ Ingenious right?

I also used this idea when the boys were toddlers to get them to keep their hands off of their business. You know how toddler boys are. 

IMG_6433

Really Mom? 

We took the kids to Gatlinburg the week after our foster kids moved in. It was pretty ambitious. Maybe a wee bit too ambitious. After the stupid long car ride the last thing we wanted to was to look for a restaurant without a big wait for eight people. Luckily, No Way Jose’s – this fun Mexican joint right on the river – could take us immediately. We gratefully sat down with the knowledge that churros were in our immediate future.

After that car ride though Henry’s ‘elbow’ was really hurting. Like, this kid needed elbow surgery his elbow was hurting so bad. I took him outside and we looked at the river for awhile.

IMG_6467I told him ‘It’s pretty loud in there, isn’t it buddy? I know this is hard on you. You can tell me anytime things are getting squirelly and you want to talk about it. I mean, really baby, what do you think about all these HUGE changes going on in your life?’

He sat for a couple minutes and thought about it and said ‘Yeah, it’s hard sometimes but at least there are Churros.’

Well, we’ll always have those won’t we. It’s his depth and mindfulness I enjoy the most.