Remember when it was easy to find time to write this blog?
I'm not actually sure that I do remember such a thing. It seems I'm having trouble remembering so many things lately.
For instance, James starts kindergarten next week and I can hardly remember what it was like for him to be a baby. He seems so big and independent these days and now he's leaving daycare and going to a new school for long school days where I will have even less control than I do now... Is that a run on sentence? I see his baby pictures and I can remember for a minute snuggling his little tiny self, but now I give a hug to a big, heavy boy. A big boy to tells me his thoughts and about his dreams (always about purple monsters...) A big boy who plays games with other big boys and leaves his mother totally confused about what is happening. A big boy who loves his brother and wants nothing more than Logan to follow his beck and call. Logan, on the other hand, has no time for brother's instructions.
Remember when I thought we'd have two kids and I'd get this feeling of being "done" and then we'd be done? Ha! That thought was fleeting and I never had a feeling of done. So here I am, almost 12 weeks pregnant with number 3. Even more hilarious, remember when I thought I'd never even have kids? Time has made me a liar.