It’s always a funny thing having children who are so different from one another. Darwin is a night owl and would sleep until noon like a teenager if we let her. Linnea, while she has had nights where she is wired until 11, typically she is asleep by 8. When she doesn’t nap, she often falls asleep in her dinner. But she’s often up by 6.
In the last month or so, Leah began telling her it was still night, not say, and it was time to go back to sleep. This kid bought it! To the point where when now both of our children wake up and if it’s not clearly light outside they demand ‘day or night?’ If we respond ‘night’ they try to go back to sleep!! What is the magic?
After four years of never sleeping through the night, I’m now getting sleep in 4 and 5 hour chunks regularly. It is glorious.
Four years ago I was in labor. 10 hours in.
Three years ago my baby was about to turn one and I was completely overwhelmed by how fast and slow my newborn was becoming her own little creature.
Two years ago, my sweet toddler was about to turn two. She was a newly anointed big sister and seemed suddenly SO BIG.
One year ago my preschooler was about to turn three. She was a week into preschool and a month away from fully weaning.
This year my dear oldest child is about to turn four. Today she helped me pick three pounds of hops off the vine, picked apples from our tree, and helped clean the house.
I can’t wait to see what the next year looks like…if only she would go to sleep…
Working from home, I hear the latter of (very big) little feet down the hallway. Linnea walks into the the office and very solemnly says ‘here’s your flower,’ hand me a flower, grins, and patters off.
For the last several months Darwin has talked about getting her hair cut short. For so long she had been effusive and proud of having long hair, and even when she would talk about a hair cut she seemed uncertain, so we were hesitant to have her get it cut really short until she was sure.
The day came a couple weeks ago, and this kid is just ecstatic with her new hair. She gets a huge grin every time she catches sight of herself in the mirror and generally seems suddenly more self confident. I think she knew what she wanted and spoke up for herself, and that was really empowering for her. I’m so proud!
Climbing to the top of a play structure like she’s been doing it forever.
I love summertime. The long days, kids out of school, our college town emptied of its near 30k students. Our bean and tomato plants are grown food in exchange for a daily water. Apples and grapes are promising to give us a banner year for apple sauce and grape juice, and the hops are, as always, promising to fruit far more than Leah can keep up with for her herbal needs (anyone want to come get some fresh hops in a month?).
All that said, the good things about summer are feeling bittersweet right now, because I have to crush them ask into a few hours before bed and the weekend. It’s led me to saying ‘yes’ to more evening activities with the kids than is prudent (see: stupid hour-long bedtime meltdowns from easy overtired kids), and generally has me bumming a bit. I want to go home, drag the hose out with the sprinkler and let the kids run away from the water for a couple hours while I garden.
It’s not that I dislike my job. I love most of what I do, even with the high stress moments when my boss I’d getting pressure from his boss and we get the same pressure as a result. But my work is really great, I just wish I could have a two month vacation to be home and play with the kids and parent and get house projects done.
And to be honest, I sometimes miss being bored! I spend so much of my time running from one thing to another, I’m starting to look forward to the day when all the kids are of at friend’s houses and Leah and I sit on the couch and do nothing for once. Haha. Kidding, that will not happen until the….ever.