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My mind is too scattered to function in it's regular way, although I really don't feel that frantic yet. I actually feel more concerned about my lack of concern and franticity.

People ask me how I am, just an unknown-yet-sure to-be-short-amount-of-time from moving. And I tell them that I am fine. Because I am. I am fine. And it's not that I am feeling foot loose and fancy free either. It's more like I am feeling nothing. Emotion-less. So, so unlike me.

It could mean that my pleas in prayer to "please don't let me freak out" are being answered, or I may be simply refusing to acknowledge reality, or it could be that the waterfall is just around the corner. Only time will tell I guess.



This week Ava got her first report card. It was a validating moment for Dan and I after all of our concern and worry about whether to hold her back or send her to kindergarten this year. She did great! She was on track or better with 26 of the 28 skills. The two areas for improvement were describing three dimensional shapes and following multi-step directions. She got a principals award for exemplary behavior. I hope to meet with her teacher this week before we move. I am confident that she will be right on track at her new school.

We are really proud of her!

Also this past week I have managed to convince Luke to wear underwear a few times. Of course this is a dangerous proposition, but it felt like a step in the right direction. And yesterday, when we arrived home from church Luke told me he needed to go potty and he did! This morning he got out of the tub saying the same thing, and he went on the potty again!

Why this is coinciding with moving, I have no idea but I am not about to put him off.

Definite rejoicing at the Colton house these past few days! We may beat the Christmas deadline yet! Actually, I had continued to promise a ceiling fan with a remote for being potty trained, but I was losing hope knowing that our hopefully-new home is chock full of fans. I was watching the leverage slip right out of my hands, but now I am optimistic that we might have this potty thing in the bag by the end of the month.


The moving company called to get us on the schedule. They wanted to know when they should show up to pack our things. I realized that is probably something I should know. Minor detail, right? But it seems impossible to say at this point with still some of the major pieces of the puzzle up in the air. Hopefully by tomorrow we will feel more confident with a date.

Dan starts next Monday. I am debating whether to stay here that week with the kids or to go up and get Ava started at her new school. Either way is less than ideal but I guess I should just be glad that I have the choice. Staying here by myself with all the kids is a guaranteed doozie. Staying at my parents and commuting Ava to her school extra early with the little boys doesn't sound all that appealing either.

Max is appealing though.


He is so fun to squish and kiss and talk to. He rewards all who pay him attention with lots of dimply smiles.


And following the tradition established by his elders, Max could not be more content than when he is with his daddy. The second Dan walks in the door, Max is crawling his direction squealing/fussing. When he gets close, he stops, sits up, and flaps his arms until Dan picks him up. And any attempt to set him down the rest of the night is protested with tears.

If he has the option Max will always, always pick Dan.

Since this is the third one to follow suit, I no longer get jealous. It's kind of nice to have my hands free in the evening and I guess can't really blame him because given the option, I would always, always pick Dan too.