Happy St Joseph's Day

To honnor the patron saint of Carpentry and perhaps to sell this house quickly, I wish you all a Happy St Joseph day.

We are now #8 on the housing list. I'm actually a little torn on that. The base housing is old, not air conditioned and will make running our business from the home a little challenging ( I think, haven't actually lived on base, but pretty sure there are rules regulating it) BUT if we had housing, we'd be super close to the hospital, the commisary, and the school the kids *could* go to if we had to send them to school would also be on base. I was sorta looking forward to a rental house WITH Air conditioning and also added to my wish list- Jacuzzi tub, 2 car garage, fenced in flat yard, new-er kitchen, lots of storage space. Oh, and in a great location- a few feet from one of the 2 gates closer to the hospital..

And on another note-
JM is babbling ma ma ma ma ma. This is progress!
Again, I am torn between my concern about his speech delay and sorta glad there isn't a 4th voice yelling "mommmmmyyyy" followed by their complaint/demand/request.

Like this:
Seat kids at the table, put plates of food in front of them cut up with silverware and ketchup on the appropriate plates.
I am on the way to get my plate and hear:

kid 1: I want a drink, too. I want a drink of milk.
Me: Eat something first
Kid 2: I want a drink.
Me:EAT!
Kid 3: Mommmmmm, can I have a drink, too?

Me: I am still getting plates of food out, will you please eat and I'll get drinks in a minute.

Kid 1: Mom, can I have a drink of milk?
Kid 2: Mommmyyyy, I want a drink, too!
Kid 3: Can I have juice?

Me: IN A MINUTE! ( am still in route the 5 feet from the kitchen to the table with adult plates and probably the food to feed the baby)

Not to be dissuaded.... they start in simulaneously-
Kid 3: I don't like that (pointing to everything on the plate)
Kid 2: my tummy is full
Kid 1: this tastes gross, can I have a drink to wash it down?
Kid 2: I want a drink, too
Kid 3: Can I have juice?
Kid 1: Mom, I dropped my fork, I need another one
Kid 2: Mom, she took my fork!
Kid 3: can I have juice?
Kid 3 more ketchup, please!

Can you image when Kid 4 adds to it?

And on that note-
I heard back from the IVF people yesterday. The ones holding our blastocyctes hostage that told us we couldn't have kids on our own (that would be a topic for a different vent).

There is a 55% change of continuing pregnancy with transferring them.

Can you hear me hyperventilating?

55%!!!!! they gave us 20% last time and we had twins! The nightmare that the 2 blastocytes we have each split and we had 2 sets of idential twin-quads suddenly rushes to mind.

I'm going to need a live-in nanny/housekeeper.
Should probably add a housekeeper room to my house wish list.