Brief update

Today (Thursday) #1 Son has had an awesome day at school. Direct quote from his teacher. 
So much so that we stopped for ice cream at a close by cafe I’ve been eyeing up. 
Both kids with a “Kiddie” sized chocolate serving:
 
My “Regular” sized serving of Death by Chocolate:

And the aftermath:

I had planned (day depending) to come here after school so had thrown a pack of wipes into the pram. He cleaned up okay. 
However I don’t think one pack of wipes will be enough for this:

It took three spoons but she finished it:

It also took three wipes to clean her!!!

Oh Gods

Otherwise entitled:

How our Monday has gone*


*told through the medium of emoji and emoticons
๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ค๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ช๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ถ๐Ÿ˜ง๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ตโ˜ ๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿผโ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ™Ž๐Ÿปโ€โ™‚๏ธ๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”๐Ÿ”
We are shattered. Exhausted. No words. 
#1 Son is safely in his own bed in his own room
Tiny Tyrant is in the travel cot in her own room. She didn’t even flinch. This, for now, bodes well. 
We’ve unpacked around 20 boxes out of 83 confirmed boxes. 

Items include things like paintings, big ticket furniture items etc. For example #1 Son’s bed counts as roughly 6 items.  

160 boxes/items left to sort out. 

Plus the vast amount of stuff from eight weeks in temporary accommodation. 

Don’t make me do this again. PLEASE!!!!!!
Blinds are not up in all the rooms. Door handles are all in place… more or less…

Casualties of war so far include:

  • The tv. 
  • The legs of our laundry basket – this will be a $20 replacement part from IKEA
  • My kettle – the hus-creature smashed it this morning in the move from Cambridge. This was a $35 replacement that is not made of glass. 
  • The ice cream – I left it in the freezer ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€

I have now met the downstairs neighbour (who for now will be referred to as H). She has twin 6-year old boys. One of them shares #1 Son’s name. 

They are also on the spectrum, but apparently even more severely. She has been warm and welcoming and given me some basic help and advice already. I have suggested that she comes up for a coffee and she agreed once we are settled. 
Dear H thank you so much because right now I’m totally overwhelmed and shell shocked and I don’t know who I am, what my name is or which way is up


๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ๐Ÿ™ƒ 


And this is a taste of it:


Sunday’s efforts

So. Yesterday was a bit more productive for both teams. However the poor hus-creature feels like he got nothing done. Despite more and more boxes being flattened. 

There’s 180 of the buggers


Therefore, I feel he should be less hard on himself. 

Sadly, after he had signed off on the crate delivery he found this:

Yes it has been smashed. Fortunately (๐Ÿ™„) it was only a cheap one so to the mall went he. 

The new tv purchased on Saturday is where it was intended to be, in our room. 

In the mall he discovered a taste of home for TT, which is a useful thing to remember for the next time she gets sick.

So, although we do not yet have a “main” tv this one works and so whilst unpacking we can ensconce the kidlets here:

We now own a shower curtain, which means we may now bathe.

Why the second new telly cannot yet be installed:

Amidst the unpacking, he discovered that my keep flat at all times for the love of GOD quilting cutting mats had… not been…
So to mitigate my presupposed fury (he wasn’t too wrong there) I was sent this picture:

With assurances that they would be flattened toute suite
And as you can see, he has his priorities in order ๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚

Sadly as yet, our gorgeous new pillows have not surfaced (we suspect they are in one of the boxes marked garage) but look, isn’t it beautiful. 

And whilst he was doing this, I was entertaining the sprogs and packing things up into yet more bags and boxes ready for today’s final move. 

Day Two: The Unpacking Continueth

So the hus-creature allowed himself some of his normal Saturday morning lie in and arose at 08:30.
He set off by 10:00. Today’s loading of car was foiled slightly by the car park lifts being busted up again –  but as (thankfully) no one was trapped inside them this time they haven’t been deemed an emergency to repair… how they expect people to move out though is beyond me…

There is a liquor store close to our new place – and believe me this is a miracle!

And it’s saying something when this is a taste of home I’m happy to see!!!

And no, on no planet is this affordable!!! ๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€๐Ÿ™€

Priority purchasing for the win ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿป๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ

And look, we found a way to utilise both the currently useless space in the kidlets’ walk in closets and use the lugged-across-the-ocean Expedits from #1 Son’s former room:

And my back thanks the hus-creature for prioritising building this:

I did smile when he sent me this picture:

I last wore that whilst still pregnant with the Tiny Tyrant. 

Whilst he was unpacking, I was doing this:

He sent further evidence that “he wasn’t slacking” to quote him. 

So endeth Saturday.  

Sunday and Monday to come. 

Other things achieved on Saturdayย 

Included finishing the majority of my homework for my Colorwork Craftsy class:

These are my “neutral” and “temperature” swatches:

These are both “temperature” and “chroma” swatches. 
I don’t like the red one. I don’t know why. I just don’t. 
The purple one is much more pleasing to me. 

This is my three-colour triad attempt. Red, blue and yellow. Looks much better in natural light ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ


I’m really proud of how well my stranded colour work is progressing. 
I’ve signed up for the 2017 Mystery Knitalong run by Stephen West – I have his only Craftsy class and he got me into shawls – I love his stuff. I can’t wait to dye up the yarn for the project ๐Ÿ˜Š
I finished and sent off a big crochet project I’ve been working on, but no spoilers on that until the recipient has it in their hands.  
The hus-creature also told me about Masterclass. Which is just like Craftsy only more elite. 
Anyone got a spare $90 to let me take either of these? 
https://www.masterclass.com/classes/gordon-ramsay-teaches-cooking
 https://www.masterclass.com/classes/james-patterson-teaches-writing
I would love either of them! Favourite chef and favourite writer – at least of crime/thriller. 
Ah well, a girl can dream. I’ll add it to the wish list ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ

The first day of the The FINAL Big Move ™

Was yesterday.  Yes, we now have the keys to what will be our permanent home (for the next 12 months at least).  We have subdivided into two teams until Monday. I will stay at home with the kidlets, and the hus-creature is in charge of crate acceptance and unpacking.

So he arrived before the delivery men, and had a quick look.  It seems our lovely landlords have installed a childlock on the cupboard under the sink at least, which means TT cannot get into one place, so we can keep the dangerous  cleaning things there safely.

At about 09:00 our lives arrived.  In a mere 5 pallets and 180 boxes.  These nice menfolk merely delivered said items.  They were not going to stay to assemble anything darn it.


Apparently a thing which will potentially confuse new friends and neighbours: Behold the mighty egg cup!!!!

I’m not sure TT will care about this anymore, but her ride-on zebra appears to have survived the trip intact.

This was the seminal moment.  1 box completely unpacked by the wondrous hus-creature.  A mere 179 to go…

He found and assembled #1 Son’s bed in pieces:

The husband-person enlisted the help of a very kind team lead-person to construct the rest of the bed.  I do hope he was given booze/pizza/extra help with relevant work projects.

The amount of windows and light in this room is immense.  #1 Son has the ‘end’ bedroom, which does not have it’s own door as such, rather a (currently) locked door to the shared hallway.  At some point we will get the key for this door.  And if we stay long term, it would give him some privacy and access to get in and out.  But obviously that is a long time away.  Fear not dear audience, the five year old will not be getting a way to escape!!!

The place is more than a little cluttered up at the moment, but there’s a plan for where things will go.

 

Courtship memories arrived safely ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’•

So while all of the above was going on, I was in charge of the kiddles while attempting to pack more, which didn’t happen that day.  I gave up after lunch and took them to the park.

During this venture, Daddy sent through the already posted pictures of his bed being assembled.  This was #1 Son’s reaction:

In case it wasn’t obvious, I was mega-hugged.  And informed that we were the best mum and dad ever.  A tear came to my eye I admit.

 

And when I turned around, I saw TT doing this:

Yes, she has learned how to climb up the metal curved ladder at the park.  That look of bewildered apprehension was swiftly replaced by beautific pride:

Look what I did Mommy

(Whilst mommy is torn between swallowing her tonsils or cheering)


We had a dinner at B. Good (I couldn’t stomach yet another trip to Burger King ๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคข๐Ÿคข)

Both kiddos wanted hot dogs.  To the extent that TT was shouting “ot dooooooooog” at me for the 10 minute walk to the diner, then until the food came.  Which was a while, because it was freshly cooked.

#1 Son did not like the real sausage.  He apparently (like his mother) prefers the trotters and hoofs option.  He did at least eat the bread.

TT however scoffed her broccoli and sausage, and even a few of the sweet potato fries.  So, I’m counting it as a win overall.

And finally, I saw this on the menu and I just had to have it!!!!

Yes it’s a goddamn avocado toast.
I am a millennial. I eat avocado toast and destroy economies bitches!!!!

Ahem, sorry about that.

 

I am tired, it is 22:45 and so I bid you adieu for now and will recap today’s adventures tomorrow morning.

First “week” of school

Eh. It didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Nor as bad as I’d feared. 
It’s such a change. The place itself is physically bigger. He’s gotten lost at lunch recess at least once. He’s refusing to get to know other teachers (who do lunch and morning recess duty) which has led to a couple of meltdowns and an escape attempt that they foiled. 
I expect intervention soon but his teacher is amazing and apparently she’s the Kindergarten teacher everyone wants to get. She’s calm, she’s positive and I adore her already.  She’s told me about the way initial SENCO intervention works and there’s a couple of other children in his class who may be on the spectrum so he’s not going to be alone. 
It’s going to be hard – she’s already warned me that Legos will begin to disappear from next week as curriculum starts, but we’re both prepared for that, and I have tried to warn #1 Son 
Interestingly, he is currently, and inadvertently, top of the class educationally speaking because of his Reception year. I really hope this helps him with his confidence. 

He’s actually eaten his lunch both days – and it wasn’t simply a PB&J sandwich!!! I’m so proud of him. 

He refused to leave the classroom yesterday however at home time (it’s down in the basement) because he “thought he had failed” over something or other – end of the day is currently his main “trigger” (which is frankly a major improvement) and was in tears when I went to collect him over it. 

But this is what he was sporting when I arrived:

So there was no failure to me. So we know we need to help build him up the poor lad. He takes every little bad thing as a massive one. I know where he gets that little trait from – so we will work on it. 

I’m expecting more after school meetings next week. But that’s ok. This is a new start. We are going to prioritise getting him to a doctor and getting his diagnosis confirmed – the blasted appointment up at the JR came through yesterday – helpful! Speedy, I’ll grant you. 
Buddy, we’re going to get there. We are going to do this. And I am so so proud of you. Always. 
๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—

Kindergartenย 

So today it began. I will admit to more than a little apprehension. 

#1 Son got himself dressed and we headed out at 07:45. School normally runs 08:05 – 14:22 (which is oddly specific ) but as it was the very first day, the littles started 08:30. 

Means that tomorrow we will have to leave even earlier, ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ but it’s only for one day, and when he starts up again next Tuesday we will be in Melrose and will be walking. 

My boys ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—

So daddy stayed outside with TT and I walked him into his classroom. To say that the setup is totally different would be something of an understatement.  

They have individual stated places with names and numbers (but that ought to help him what with his issues) and tables. But on those tables was… LEGO

So he had a great morning. We did have a few issues but his new teacher (Ms. Ferrari) is confident that it can be improved. I like her already!

She has asked for more information so we need to finish the diagnosis process asap, which we will do as soon as we are moved and settled. 

We were then sent to the “all purpose room” for a new parents breakfast. It has been previously known as the “boo hoo breakfast” but we were all good and there was no sobbing. 
I was amused to see this:

And I amused a few parents by commenting that it was a taste of home and a tad unexpected.  
We didn’t have official first day homework, but he did decorate his school/home folder:

And I’m impressed at the neatness. I must tell him that tomorrow.  

Not to be outdone, TT has developed a new skill:

Part of her daily routine is “playing blocks with daddy”.  However, she usually simply destroys everything daddy builds. 

Today however she sat with him and played with his constructions without bashing/otherwise maiming them ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ป
The last few teeth are almost through. I see the light at the end of this particular tunnel. 
We have only a few more days left here, but we picked up the keys to our new apartment today.  Couldn’t pop in to see as it’s being decorated and re-painted due to lead. 
I cannot wait to have my own bed again – and our new mattress and posh pillows. And my bath sheets. I really miss my bath sheets. 
 It may throw the kids routines off again though…

Stuff for me

For once I have spent time on myself. 
I bought a Craftsy class on colour theory for knitters. It’s a practical class. I’ve been actually knitting. 

I have taught myself how to stripe. Learned to look at and beyond the colour wheel, and have done my first ever stranded pattern. 
I’m in love. But man is it a yarn eater!  And this was only the homework from Lesson One. 
I have whiskey and hopefully GoT and more knitting. 
Life is satisfying today.  

Shopping with children

Needs banning. Or needs experience points and levelling up options to make it bearable. 
And honestly? #1 Son was an angel comparatively and Tiny Tyrant wasn’t a total monster type creature. 
He is now kitted out for school for a while. Multiple long sleeved tops, a few new trousers and a new pair of trainers. With. Laces. 
That isn’t going to be a massive problem or anything. 

He saw these and fell in love. Me, not being a total bloody idiot, tried to persuade him to have the black/purple/rainbow ones in non-Adidas. 
It turns out the poor boy has inherited my wide feet.  
They were agonising to him. Another mom told me Adidas were the only ones that helped her wide-footed offspring. 
I couldn’t say no could I? So again, not having come down in the last shower, I asked the sales woman for tips to keep them from being immediately destroyed. 
She sold me some protective spray (and two coats have already been applied) and some cleaning fluid. Who knows how long it will last? But at least I know I made an effort. 
TT missed her usual nap (between 10-11 go down time) and cat-napped for about 20 minutes in the buggy. This was a first. 
Unfortunately it backfired on us spectacularly and she refused an afternoon nap. 
Which meant a completely irrational and inconsolable toddler from roughly 16:30 until bedtime. 

Ended up giving her an emergency calm down bath at 18:15 to chill her the heck out. 

And it’s been over a fortnight since she went on hunger strike. She won’t eat anything that’s not a breakfast waffle or soggy Froot Loops.  Her solid nappies are not. And are green. So I got desperate. 
Normally at weekends I leave the evening meal to daddy. But tonight I took over and created the only goddamned thing that she will eat. 
Which led to the following musing. 
Before I became a parent, I *swore* my children would eat healthy. That junk food would be an *occasional* treat. 


That we would cook for them. 


๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿคฃ๐Ÿ˜‚
Ahem. 


So I managed to make their baby food. That was it. 
With one child neophobic (thanks autism) and one child on full out hunger strike (thanks teeth) I am making Kraft (box) mac and cheese with added cream cheese and full fat milk. And I’m doing a massive dance that BOTH children ate half a portion each. 


I’m inwardly cringing at how bland and cardboardy it tastes but it’s food.


And my back has given out again. Imma gonna eat dinner, watch Game of Thrones and knit test swatches.