Where does the time go?

It feels like just a few days ago I was here saying I would try to post more often and in reality it has been almost 2 weeks already. Time seems to fly by these days and I can hardly believe that Baby Grant is 10 weeks old already. I had honestly "forgotten" how amazing these first few weeks are with a new baby. Grant has already discovered that he is not a huge fan of tummy time and is figuring out how to roll from his tummy to his back. Luckily for me all my children have been fairly easy babies and he is content to just be while I spend time with his big sisters. Brooke is learning so much so fast and as much as I never thought I would say it, I am so ready for preschool in the fall. I'm sure there will be tears (mainly mine), but she needs more than I can give her at this point. And Emma is becoming quite a bit more like her sister everyday, stubborn and independent.

I put together this comparison the other day and still am amazed at how much alike the three of them are. What I need to do now is get a picture of Renee to add to that, because she too looks just like them all.

Giving it another go...

I started this blog over a year ago thinking I'd try to at least make a post once a week just to keep everyone updated on the kids. But, that never happened and now there is another kid in the house and they are growing far to quickly. So here we go again. I make no promises that there will be a lot of deep thought or even more than a few sentences, but I will attempt to post at least once a week.

I can hardly believe that those beautiful children are mine and love spending everyday with them. Brooke is 4 going on 16 and gives me a run for my money, Emma is just trying to figure out her place since she's not the baby anymore. And Grant is just trying to survive, what's a boy to do in my house full of girls?!?

Jan 14, 2009

Everyone always says that 2 is the worst age, but I have learned that they all lied. It doesn't magically become easy when children become 3. In fact, Brooke has so much attitude, I am exhausted at the end of everyday. Don't get me wrong I love her, but sometimes I wonder where that incredibly easy baby I had went. This is the child who slept through the night at 11 weeks, never cried, and was all around sweet. For awhile I used the birth of her baby sister, Emma, as the excuse, but Emma's 7 months old now. And honestly my biggest fear right now is that Emma will have this same attitude down the road. (Because as of right now, she is even easier than Brooke.) For now I have my fingers crossed and pray a lot for the day to come that she outgrows this 'phase'.

Life

I can't promise that this will be the most intriguing, funny, or even smart thing you will ever read, but it is me. We'll see how it goes. Sometimes I just have these random thoughts that just have to come out and this seems as good as place as any to put them.

I love the snow and have wished every year for a white Christmas, but this is becoming a little crazy. What fun is it to have snow if you can't go out and play in it. Poor Brooke has spent about 10 minutes playing outside in like the last 3 months and we both are going a little crazy. At 3 she doesn't really get that mommy can't leave the baby in the house alone (and there is no way Emma is going outside). Hopefully spring will come soon and we can get back outside.