Time

Time is a strange thing. Why is it that one day when I wake up my thoughts go directly to: "I must get ABCDEFG&H done by 12:00"? Why is it that the next day when I wake up my thoughts go to "Gosh, is it only Tuesday?" Some days fly by and some days drag. Despite the activity that occurs in our house, every day is pretty much the same. We have a routine that we've all become accustomed to and we stick by it for the sake of sanity.

Time is particularly strange when children enter the picture. If a child is fussy and crying, 5 minutes can seem like 5 hours. If you're at the park, you lose track of time and you're wondering why everyone is all of a sudden everyone is entering a meltdown when you look at your watch and realize it's 20 minutes past naptime. Oops! Your first child you spend entertaining and agonizing over the "next big thing". Rowan walked at 12 months-very normal, but he didn't crawl until 11 months or get his first tooth until 11 months. I just couldn't stand it that he wasn't progressing in a timely enough fashion for me. Now he's 5 1/2 and playing t-ball, reading, becoming more and more independent of me. How did that happen? Holland, who did (and still does) everything at mock speed was always ahead of the curve. People are always asking me how old she is and then, in turn, comment on how she acts older. Because she's always been like this, I have a tendancy to put her capabilities closer to Rowan's than they should actually be. Now we've got Shep. I am so overwhelmed that he is 6 months old already. How is it that he's progressed this far and I've barely noticed it. He is such a go-with-the-flow kind of baby that I guess I have taken his development a bit for granted. This has all hit me as I've put away the baby baby clothes and taken out the next set, the 6-12 months stuff. What? Did I just write 12 months??? I feel like an old lady when I say it, but I better stop hurryin' up their growin' up or they'll be grown up in too much of a hurry!