Owen turned 8 weeks old today. He is doing great. Eating well, as you can see:
He sleeps well, and would be sleeping in his own bed and his own room now if he had one. I'm not sure what we're going to do with the kids' sleeping situation.
Anyway, with Owen turning 8 weeks I decided it was time to get a little more on the ball with our other two. So I got up early today. I had a plan, a routine. I took some advice from my friend's blog MyHomeTableau.com to simplify. We put a lot of toys away for rotation. I tried to not let there be more than three dishes dirty without washing them all. I cleaned the house during "quiet time" and then we left for a magic show at the library from 2-4:30 so that the house was clean and dinner was ready to be made in time for John to get home at 5:00. When he got home both kids were in their rooms pouting because 5:00 pm is. so. hard.
Josiah and Maryn have been extremely difficult. I feel like I'm trying so hard to be nice to them, but they make it so stinkin hard with Josiah's constant whining and Maryn's irritating habits. So I'm hoping that reducing their toys (and messes), getting them into a very predictable routine, and getting back into consistent, loving discipline will get us all back on track.
Today, we made a replica of Solomon's Temple. I bet you didn't know it had a little boy poking out the top of it! We made beaded necklaces, invited over a neighbor friend, played Memory, BINGO, Go Fish and Crazy 8s, saw a Magic Show at the library, checked out new books, watched a Thomas and Friends show and Word World, and read a bunch of books. I tried to stay off the internet, and I tried to not think about the 1,249 things I should be doing for VBS, the cooking blog, RA duties, cleaning out the fridge, the tub and John's white T-shirts. It was a good time, actually. But the thing about 2 year olds and 3 year olds is that, no matter how much time you spend with them...
they will always want more. And that can be exhausting.
You can't talk to them like they're the bully in 5th grade and say, "Just leave me alone!" Because words like that break their little hearts.
People say I'll miss these days. I know that's true. I know these will be my favorite days. I'll read my blog ten years from now and wish I had Josiah's big brown eyes gazing up at me for ANOTHER snack. To hold him up so he can see inside the washer. I know I'll miss Maryn wanting to play all those games with me and get super excited about the necklace I made her. I know I'll miss the gooey chubbiness of Owen's fat cheeks and incredible baby smiles.
But sometimes it really is just hard.