It's amazing how time flies by and it seems like in just the slightest blink, it just completely changes so incredibly much. My oldest is going to be 21 in just two short days (February 26) and so I keep on thinking about when she was little and how much our lives have changed since then. She asked us way over six months ago if we would take her out for her birthday. I was pleasantly surprised. I had just assumed that she would want to do the "I'm twenty-one thing", not that I encourage crazy behavior, but I was not expecting her to ask to spend her 21st birthday with her mom and dad. So we are taking her out for dinner to a VERY nice restaurant and she wants to order a glass of wine. I'm sure she will be excited to be carded when she places her order. I, on the other hand, would normally order a glass of wine myself, but with my sweet little one growing inside of me, I will stick to a non-alcoholic beverage. When I think about that my oldest being twenty-one and me being pregnant, it makes me just so aware of how fast time flies by. From the time, she was 3 years old I have been an active part of her life and although it took her a few years to consider me mom, she has been my little girl since she was three. It seems crazy that all these years have gone by so fast, but they did. It definitely makes me aware of how precious time is and when I get frustrated about the little things, I remind myself that this time is to be treasured, it won't last long and fretting over the small stuff is pointless. I still have my moments, but I try not to stress about it too much. I miss the times when Stephanie was little and she would climb in bed with us in the middle of the night. I miss the times when she would jump on her bed and sing at the top of her lungs, and when she would ask me to beep the horn every time I drove under a tunnel. Those are sweet memories and I cherish them, but those times have gone and now she is a grown woman. I love her with all that I am and I feel blessed to be her mother. Having an adult child makes one realize just how short of time we have with our children as children.
However, with all this experience, maybe, just maybe by the time this one is a teenager (that will happen too fast), I might be a pro! I always tell people that I was very grateful that Stephanie was my first because she was not an easy one to raise; she was my rebel child and had to learn EVERYTHING the hard way. She is still learning a lot, but regardless of all of that, I adore my baby girl (even if she is not little anymore) and wouldn't trade her for the world. She has taught me a ton about parenting a strong-willed child. It is truly amazing how each child is so different. I really enjoy each of their personalities and unique traits.
In addition to all that reflecting, I have been looking at baby stuff in catalogs and on the internet. I have decided that this time around I am going to make my own baby food. When I mentioned it to my husband, he was ok with the idea, so I'm super excited. I thought I might have gotten a little bit of a rebuttal. However, I was pleasantly surprised that I didn't. Our eating habits have changed so much over the last several years. Therefore, I just thought it would be great if I made the baby's food as I do for the rest of my family. This way it would all be fresh and I would know exactly what he or she is getting. We try to eat somewhat healthy as a family; at least I have slowly been changing our family's eating habits over the years. My husband use to buy all kinds of junk: top ramen, hamburger helper, tons of sugar cereals… I have pretty much nixed all of that stuff. We buy as much organic as we can, it's a little more expensive, so we don't buy everything organic. However, we do buy some organic produce, organic cereal, organic milk… We also buy Almond milk (it's really good, if you haven't tried it). We try to use pure ingredients; I don't want the fake stuff and we avoid things like high fructose corn syrup, BHT… stuff like that. Anyhow, I figure if I make the baby's food then it will be fresh, organic and homemade.
The other day I was leaning back on this bean bag chair my kids usually sit in and Alainna came and plopped right on my stomach. I felt so bruised after that and I told her, "Alainna, you have to be careful; the baby is in mommy's tummy". She touched my stomach, pushed on it a little, and then said, "The baby's in your tummy?" I said "Yes". Dominic came over and tried to assist in the explanation of things with his little sister. He really enjoys helping out and although in some ways he is strong willed too, he is so gentle, caring, and genuine. He just wants me to be proud of him (which I am and I tell him). Quinton and Alainna just constantly forget that they can't just run and plop on mom as often as they used to. If this little one comes out kicking his or her brother and sister, it's very possible they will have it coming to them. I'm sure it will sink in more when my stomach is bigger and they can feel the baby move. For now, I think I will avoid sitting in that beanbag chair.
As far as everything else goes, homeschooling has been productive. I had my teenagers help with school on Monday since they were both home from school. Jacob helped the boys with their science project and they worked on the volcano lab. That was so much fun! The boys had a blast and I think Jacob enjoyed it too. I got some pictures of the volcano erupting. Katie helped with the President's Day assignment and project; she wasn't overly excited about it, but she did a good job. It was really nice to have the extra help; I really appreciated it. Later, Jacob babysat for me while I took Katie to her orthodontist appointment and then we stopped for cocoa afterwards and chatted for a little while. It was nice spending time with her without the little kids interrupting. Jacob was so helpful that day; he helped with homeschooling and then with babysitting and then did extra chores. He actually helped me so much on Monday (without complaining once) that I going to think of some way to show him that I appreciate all the extra help he did. Maybe a movie or something, I'm not sure yet, but I will think of something. Besides that, we had appointments all week, dentist appointments on Tuesday; Katie had a doctor's appointment on Wednesday for her physical because she is trying out for Tennis at school. I'm excited about that! On Thursday, Quinton's usual speech therapy appointment. That is a weekly appointment. He has a great speech therapist, I really like her and she does an awesome job with him. However, I am so grateful we have no appointments on Friday because I'm exhausted! I had my homework assignment due on Wednesday too and that took me literally the entire day. I turned it in at midnight.
Well, I think that will be it for now, other than I added a few pictures of all my children to this entry. I even added a volcano picture. My boys were proud of that one! I will make sure I get one of the whole family soon. However, it is incredibly late and I am getting tired (3am). I have my next check up with my doctor on Monday, so I will let you all know how that went too. For now, I hope you all have a wonderful week and I write again soon. Thank you all for taking the time to read my journal.
Until Next Time,