The longest week…
Today has been one full week since we last held our sweet Lydia. It has been a long and slow week but we have been sustained by the overwhelming love and support that has poured out for our little angel. In her service, the minister described Lydia as a Bodhisattva, the Buddhist term for anyone is motivated by compassion and seeks enlightenment not only for herself but also for everyone…I believe that she was our little light serving a purpose I can not yet begin to understand. Her Boston social worker sent the perfect note of thanking us for sharing her with everyone in Boston even though there were many days we deeply regretted our decision to be there.
In the past week, our Nutella mustached midget fascist dictators who rule our household have left us little time for wallowing and the large pity parties we desire. While I would like nothing more than to just hibernate for awhile, that’s not too possible with toddlers. Wyatt has been very whiny and a bit under the weather and seems more sensitive to what all has happened. Ava has dealt with her stress by taking the 2 year old task of being obstinate to new levels. Tuesday we took them to the KC Zoo and Ava was pretty enthralled by the orangutangs in their pretty depressing habitat who were “sooo coot.” She had a full saga about what Baby, Mommy, Daddy and Auntie orangutang where up and what they all should be doing. On Wednesday, we decided on a whim to take a road trip to STL and Farmington to get Clay’s steel pans tuned. Turns out the only place in the Midwest to get pans tuned is in Farmington and they needed to be done before summer anyway. It was a better idea in theory. We stopped in Columbia so they could do Parmesan cheese shots at Shakespeare’s Pizza. We then headed over to cousin Dom’s frat house to burn some energy and so far on this trip, running around the basketball court at the Phi Delta Theta house has been the most accepted activity. We spent the night in STL and they attempted to crash the room like a couple of rock stars complete with screaming late into the evening and refusing sleep for the thrill of more partying. Today we went to the City Museum in STL; yet another grand plan much better in theory than execution. $30 and 2 hrs later, 2 grumpy toddlers and parents left for another attempt at a meal they wouldn’t eat and more fun time in the car so they could start complaining about their needs of “eating foods.” The afternoon was slightly redeemed with a nap and some uninhibited playtime in the hotel although Ava’s hour log screaming for a different bed has me rethinking any future vacations. Tomorrow we’re heading to St. Genevieve to see a Tiger sanctuary and then starting the journey back home. Clay’s spring break will be over at the end of the week and we’ll attempt to return to some sort of normalcy, whatever that may be. We miss the beeps and noisy ventilator and oxygen concentrator and even miss the constant influx of nurses in the home and we miss that brief moment of time where we made our best efforts of parenting triplets.
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