Going a little stir crazy

The weather was nasty today so Konner stayed at the motel all day -- with Grandma of course -- and by bath time he was getting a little desperate for something new to do. So he wore the two pieces of the ice bucket as shoes.



And he put on Mom's pants just to see how they would fit. Tomorrow he will get wrapped up in a blanket and he will go to the mall where there is a playground. He needs the chance to run and play.

The last couple of times we were there, Lubbock schools had kindergarten classes at the mall. As a teacher myself, I can't imagine what objective or state standard a trip to the mall would meet, but I don't teach kindergarten. I would much rather they spend a little more time on math and reading or music or art or science. Kindergarteners are little sponges who haven't learned to hate school yet, so teach them a foreign language. Or teach them English. But don't call it school when you load them up in a bus to go to the mall and walk around.

Okay, off the soap box.

The little ones got moved to their joint crib today. You can't see their newborn size sleepers, which are mucho grande, but you can sure see they are wearing their own hats that Grandma bought them. Tyler wasn't very social today, but Makenzie was looking around.

And then it was naptime for Kenzie too. I don't know how they switched sides and got different blankets, but I'm guessing that Mom may have changed diapers and fed someone.

I wonder what Kenzie is thinking/dreaming about!

Mom is counting the hours until she gets to go home for the night, for her checkup, and to get her driver's license replaced. No, the wallet still hasn't shown up, but thank Heaven that no charges were made to any of her cards. Wherever the wallet is, the cards have been protected (and now cancelled). God is God of the little things as well as the biggies, as we have been reminded constantly over the last several days.

And Konner will get to see Dad for a couple of days. They both need that! Since I'm the Mimi, I can tell this . . . Dad is a big man, and scary looking -- turns out it's a facade he cultivates to put people off. (It worked with me for a long time.) You have to want to get to know the real Gary or you see only the front. Anyway, big scary man stops and reaches down every single time Konner comes over for a hug, and usually says "I love you too, Buddy". It's really sweet.

Thanks for all the prayers, cards, calls and emails. Please continue to hold this family up as they adjust and deal with being apart for a few more days. All I want for Christmas is to get them all home together!