Touchdown?

After the ordeal of extracting them from the inner city duplex home of my son's in-laws, carrying the children back to their new house was downright magical, from the 3 hours of anticipation to the contented sparkles of discovery, to the elder siblings proving me wrong on the guess that the elder sibs wouldnae be able to handle sleeping alone any time soon. Big Sis followed me to bed, as usual, but after a short while of lying contentedly between Hubs and I, she stated simply, "I want to go to *my* room." She did so, all by herself. Go Girl! ! ! Big Bro closed *his* door with the first yawn and passed out before he remembered his night pants. When he showed up outside my new smoking room (compliance testing in progress) in yesterday's clothes early in to this morning's meditations, I pretty well knew he had wet the bed and waited patiently for him to ask for assistance. It was a long wait. He hovered in silence until I put down my e-toy to take his pulse and discover the obvious. He changed out of his wet pants into his night pants while I carried the wet sheets to the washer. He objected when I tried to put clean sheets on his bed so he could go back to sleep. He wanted to wait for his Minecraft(tm) sheets that were in the washer. Score ten for the good guess on a decorating theme he could build on? He did allow me to desecrate the theme with a dry blanket.

Today is Big Sis's fourth birthday. She discovered her birthday pinata in the master bedroom closet yesterday. We spent the rest of the evening teasing her about her promise to forget having seen it. She, too, wants the party to be a surprise. She is still struggling with the old habit of raising three fingers when asked how old she is. Don't be so young at heart, my big girl. Leave that for your mother's parents. They need all the young-at-heartness they can get.

I have named the flashback kluge of Pimp Sis and the other grandfather. Hopefully the kluge will pass quickly, but I kinda like the name. I only needed to add two letters to the other grandfather's name to insert Pimp Sis's preferred spelling of her birth name into the middle of the other grandfather's name. Add an extra letter to Pimp Sis's wished for job title and you have, "Queeng Julorian." May they forever be young at heart. QUIET ON THE SET! ! ! 

I doesnae believe I am rapid cycling this morning. For now, I believe we truly are okay, aches, pains, scars and all.

Thank you, Gnarly Old Dickhead. I think we can work with this. Please donae let the light at the end of the tunnel be an on-coming train.