I'm tired today. But I've had several blog posts running through my mind lately. This might be all over the place but there were some thoughts I wanted to pass on.
I know a lot of people are super strict about only fostering/adopting within birth order. I've said it before, but it bears repeating, birth order gets messed up every time you bring a child into your home. Doesn't matter the age.
We're going through a lot of transitioning now. Not only do the bonus cherubs have to get used to life in our family. But my forever cherubs have to get used to being big brothers again. We didn't bring in an infant that is sticking around forever. We brought in three little people with very established personalities of their own.
Captain is used to being the big brother. So even though we stayed "in birth order" as most people would think of it - Captain's birth order is seriously messed up right now. He's not the biggest anymore. He's in the middle of a gaggle of six kids. It takes some serious transitioning to get used to that.
Bart simply adores being a big brother. And even though he loves it, it still takes a lot of time for him to transition back into the role. For almost four months he was the baby of the family again. Now, there are three cherubs younger than him.
You get the picture.
Transitions are hard on everyone.
One of the things I've done this time is tried to boost the "big brother" role by giving incentives.
Every good parent knows that when the toys are picked up, children can often get engaged easier. They can see all the toys and they will play longer. The opposite is what I call "dump and run". Little ones love to dump and run. And once the toys are covering the floor, they can no longer get engaged in anything and playtime becomes whine time.
Pirate is a champion at dump and run. A record holder I'm sure. And from what I can tell, Captain isn't too shabby with the dumping and running during playtime either. So, as you can imagine, the play areas of the house get trashed pretty quickly.
Then there are things like the wooden trains. My boys know how to sort the straight pieces into one drawer, the curves into another, the connectors into another, and so on and so forth.
Then, after the youngest cherubs are in bed, they can discretely take their hard earned money and flag down the "garbage" truck. (Yes, ice cream trucks run year-round where I live. Several a day. Every day.) It seems a $.50 bag of Hot Cheetoes with cheese or a popsickle is enough to keep them picking up toys. It makes transitioning into being a big brother again not so rough.
Transitioning is hard on everyone. Captain, Pirate and Tinkerbell are doing pretty good. They're getting used to life in our family and all the different ways we do things. In general, it's going well. And the quarters are helping TT and Bart do their part to keep the household running smooth. Me, I just have to drag myself to bed earlier. I didn't last night and I'm struggling today.
We've got court tomorrow. The apple cart is sure to be tipped over as the bonus cherubs are going to see their mom and siblings for the first time in almost two weeks. We'll have to keep on transitioning as visits and family contact will be added to the routine. I'll let y'all know what happens in court.