This is terrifc, I'm so happy for you all.
I'm half past tired today. I planned on taking it easier today. I let Mo sleep in and when I heard him rouse I went in for a cuddle. We played some of our favorite old games: I'm a baby now I'm 10, baby snake, spaghetti arms. Then we got up and watched Spongebob and drank chocolate milk. Then we played trains. Then he wanted to call Grandma P so we did.
Grandma P is the mother or Mo's bio-dad, or, in current politically correct adoption lingo, his "first dad". I like Grandma P and I knew that I needed to talk to her about our moving so before Mo hung up I told him I wanted to talk to her. She is very excited for all of us and had a lot of questions and I answered them.
This sent Mo into super serious sad mode. So we sat on the sofa and cried together a little bit.
And now I know.
We've told my family and Mr. B's family that we're moving but we haven't really told Mo's other family and I'm thinking we need to because maybe part of his distress is worry about not being found.
And now I know.
Part of my distress is worry that he could still be lost.
Ah, boomer, you're such a intuitive and good mother. You win the
mother of the year contest hands down!
Mo has friends all over the world. He would never be lost.
Why are my eyes leaking? stupid damn eyes.
congrats on the house, new walls to paint. I saw something about a door - My daughter is living with 3 other girls in Sweden they have 22 doors apparently, several of them have no discernible function.
I built a new work bench and shelving for the shed on a property I am working on. Its been raining and snowing so I was glad to work inside.
I'm feeling a little leaky now too so thank you both for that.
Except for yesterday and just now I've been surprisingly unleaky. I have certain objects that usually make me leak; little things with huge histories. I packed up most of them today and placed them in my "nobody touch this stuff but me" corner of the chaos. Today they made me feel strong instead of leaky.
It's nice to look forward.
Happy to hear it's a "drier" day, Boomer. You'll no doubt be back and forth like a metronome up until moving day (and even, beyond that). Even when it's a positive move, it's hard to leave the familiar (spoken from experience).
Your thoughts on Mo's reactions were really interesting; he's lucky to have you.
Boomer, CJ's award of Mother of the Year is perfect for you. And tai chi got it absolutely right saying that Mo is lucky to have you.
I hope you are keeping this in journal form or in some king of notebook that you can keep and add to for years to come. Like Soz and her sozlet stories, this is the kind of passage that will affect all of you in ways not yet imagined--most, I'm sure, will be positive.
Mo lost? No, he can't be lost with a strong set of parents like you and Mr. B. He and all of us do and have felt lost, but you are like a loving magnet that he can always count on to bring him back from any scary place. Lucky little fellow indeed.
boomerang wrote:I'm half past tired today. I planned on taking it easier today. I let Mo sleep in and when I heard him rouse I went in for a cuddle. We played some of our favorite old games: I'm a baby now I'm 10, baby snake, spaghetti arms. Then we got up and watched Spongebob and drank chocolate milk. Then we played trains. Then he wanted to call Grandma P so we did.
Grandma P is the mother or Mo's bio-dad, or, in current politically correct adoption lingo, his "first dad". I like Grandma P and I knew that I needed to talk to her about our moving so before Mo hung up I told him I wanted to talk to her. She is very excited for all of us and had a lot of questions and I answered them.
This sent Mo into super serious sad mode. So we sat on the sofa and cried together a little bit.
And now I know.
We've told my family and Mr. B's family that we're moving but we haven't really told Mo's other family and I'm thinking we need to because maybe part of his distress is worry about not being found.
And now I know.
Part of my distress is worry that he could still be lost.
Awwwwwww.............schniff.......
I know you're worried about Mo, but you have to believe in him. If you don't, who will?
Beautiful Swimpy, and true.
I know you're right, Swimpy. A2K is the only place in my life I can afford to be maudlin right now so it is probably coming across in the extreme lately.
Mo is actually starting to come around to the idea of moving. Cleaning out the bathrooms this weekend I came across a big gold coin marked San Diego. Mo loves big coins so I gave it to him. He was thrilled with it.
Imagine finding such a cool thing after all this time, he said.
I'll bet our new house will have all kinds of fun things to find, I said.
Yeah, he said.
So I'm stocking up on small cool things to hide around the new house.
I found model Harley-Davidson's at the grocery store for $1.50 today.
I'll take them all, I said. And I did.
I found a bag of half-dollars stashed in Mr. B's desk.
I'll take that, I said.
Driving home from the paint store today I found a big black and white dog wandering a dangerous street near my house. Tired to the bone, I turned the corner headed for home when my conscios caught up with me. I turned back around and parked and called the dog to me. He was supicious but somehow decided I was okay and trotted over.
He didn't have a collar but he seemed to know what he was doing so I walked down the less busy street with him. When we reached the next corner a car pulled up, a woman jumped out, and the dog raced to her. She had lost and I had found and then I found her too.
Maybe I'm pretty good at this lost and found stuff after all.
Excellent idea, Boomer.
Even as an oldie, I was thrilled to find a 1907 dime while weeding in my alley back in north north.
You have amazing grace, boomer.
What a good way of putting it. I agree.
Great story - all kids should be so lucky.
Portland is a town that recycles.
Most of the time, this is great. Separate you plastic and glass, your newsprint from magazines, your lawn debris and compostables from actual trash, put it outside at the curb and once a week someone comes and takes it all away.
Business' recycle too. In fact, most leases require that you recycle all your cardboard, packing materials, etc.
Like I said, most of the time this is great. But when it comes to moving, it means war.
Cardboard boxes are equal to gold. Stores won't give them to you. Mostly they don't have them. Plus, they're required to recycle even if they do.
That leaves buying boxes or vulturing craigslist.
I've been watching craigslist for the last week watching for boxes. If they post a phone number and the post time is more than a couple of hours old -- forget it. They're gone. Even at $3.00 a box, they're gone.
Once in a while though.... someone offers them for free. And they don't post a phone number. And sometimes you get lucky and they respond and say "When can you be here?". And you jump in your car and you drive wherever to score free boxes.
Today I made a big score. I saved hundreds of dollars on boxes.
I left a thank you card.
For used boxes.
How funny is that?
(wouldn't lola and bernie have a big stash of boxes right now? they're unpacking in Portland)
I don't mean about the boxes but did they really move here?
I don't know either of them that well but from what I know I think it would be fun to meet them.
