In response to questioning yesterday by our chiropractor's mother, I remarked that, "yes, we're back into the swing of things", and then laughed out loud at myself because old routines fall hard with each increase in family size. Mostly, we're slowly navigating these new/old waters of interrupted sleep and a different head count to make each time we load of the big van and lessons are a comedy juggling act that make my head spin and praise the Lord for children motivated to learn on their own in between moments of formal instruction. Annaliese is currently fascinated with drawing and vintage fashion, Andrew with all things hunting/trapping, Aiden with battery/wind/solar power, both boys with coin collecting, Ella with insects and gymnastics, and Chase with playmobils and building impressive structures for them with his blocks. Addie likes to have a sweet, intrusive paw in whatever an older sibling is working on.
Benjamin is a champ at nursing and all the other skills a newborn posesses, mainly making us all smitten with him. He cannot make a squeak without a five (six?) alarm notice being sent up on his behalf from every sibling within earshot.
And so, life goes on. I woke up this morning thinking of how Ella was just a baby when we moved here and now she is a running, leaping, never still blond with endless six year old energy. It gives me a lump in my throat every time I consider how fastly grown each child is becoming. Lord, help me not to waste any moments!
1. tea and journaling while rocking the baby with my foot
2. tired eyes and hungry fellow
3. Aiden fixing the dishwasher. Hallelujah for a mechanically gifted child!
4. Hand knitted socks and crunchy floors.
5. New reading; so good.
6. New fabrics waiting for a season with time for sewing.