Strap in for another chapter in Jason’s ongoing story. Once a tech obsessed writer/photographer/speaker, he thought he had it all under control – until his family grew six sizes. Now he’s trying to fuse everyone together into a single family. This is Family Sized Blender. (Psst… Jason also blogs about making better memories with your point-and-shoot camera. Check out Frame One on Facebook.)
There is a lot of projectile vomit.
Figures that I’ve just made the bed spent the half hour wrestling with the duvet cover. Our seven-month-old has no problem announcing that I’ve fed her a lot too much.
Now, don’t get me wrong here. This isn’t your typical “we have a new baby and diapers are weird story.” I’m no stranger to barfing small fries. Our newish-born is our sixth (and final) small fry.
What makes this moment the icing on the cake is that it’s been an extraordinarily long day. We’re both bleary-eyed from Day Three of a six-day move, one where we start the official process of blending together two families beneath one roof. Two legacy kids are mine. Three hers. One ours. We rarely refer to them that way anymore. It just helps for context.
And so I start to strip the sheets as mom mops up the applesauce shrapnel from her PJs. While neither of us had ever envisioned a life guiding six little ones to adulthood, we’re damn well determined to get this as right as we can (sorry, sorry – laughing hard at that last sentence. As if we have a hope). It’s going to take process and patience and apparently a few more sets of sheets, but we’re diving in headfirst.
It’s been a startling/delightful/exhausting adventure already and we’re just over six months into the journey. We think we’ve got most of it figured out, which of course is the clarion call of someone who actually has no idea what they’re doing.
For now, we’re off to clean up and a much needed night* of rest.
*”Night” with six kids refers to the time between nightmares, bed wetting and 3am feeding.