Time

I feel as though time is somehow walking all over me.  I look at the clock and it's moving far too fast than I think should be possible.  I look at pictures and think that we still look like that, only to see Peter or the kids or myself in the mirror and realize we've changed.  As I'm currently getting my fall schedule worked out, with scouting stuff and baby stuff and homeschooling and the unending list of things that have to happen between now and the end of the year, I can't believe that things are X weeks away.  Weren't we just ringing in 2016 a few days ago?

I washed and hung up Lucas's Halloween costume (a little pumpkin sleeper).  He has a Halloween costume... in the closet.  His clothes are washed and in the drawers.  We've squared away baby items.  He'll be here in less than 8 weeks.  That seems like such a short time.  52 days.  That makes it sound even shorter.

Michael is such a kid and not a baby.  He still lets me play a few innings of his life, like nap time and his wake up snuggles.  He wants a hug when he's hurt and he runs to Mama with open arms. But he tags along with the big kids now.  He waddles behind them and talks in sentences. He says "Thank You" when something is given to him.  He has started trying to dress himself and get his shoes on; he still needs help, but it's just a matter of time.

Bobby and Maya turn six four weeks from today.  Six years old seems like so young and so old, all at the same time.  They act too old for the babies that they are in my mind.  A third of their childhood is done; it doesn't feel like we are 1/3 of the way to 18.  How did that happen?  How did it sneak up on me?

Well, the kids have finished their art project.  I guess it's time for me to get back to real life!