No Time

Have you ever realized how much time you don't have?

I have been running around the house the last few weeks trying to get everything done, and still have time to play. I just can't fit in my play time.

I am doing all the stuff I always did, like dishes and laundry, but now I have added more diapers to change, nursing Simon every few hours, and trying to add sleep to every available minute.

There is just no time for me to get on the internet to check email or blog. No time for sewing. No time for anything extra.

That is until now.

I am finally on a schedule.

I have my day planned down to the minute.

I used to just try to get everything done by a certain time, and throw in fun time for me wherever it would fit. Now I have my fun time planned. I worked out a schedule that is better for everyone.

The kids are still getting used to it, but we are all much happier, and the house is cleaner, and things actually get accomplished. I don't know how I ever got anything done before.

I am now a list maker and a note taker. If it's not written down, it won't get done.

This is the biggest change that happened when we went from three kids to four.

Happy Birthday Jameson

Jameson is now 6 years old. Yesterday that is. He was my first baby. Now he is so big. It is hard to believe that six years have passed since he was born.

I remember choosing his name. We chose Jameson for his first name because both Scott's dad and my dad are named James. Then we chose Joseph for his middle name because that is Scott's middle name. We liked that we could call him JJ. Turns out that we don't. We were so concerned about nick-names and what his name might be shortened to, that we wanted to choose one first. Jameson won't let anyone call him JJ except Gavin. Gavin can call him JJ because Gavin can't say Jameson yet.

We have now realized that Jameson is taking after his middle name. The Joseph from the Bible was able to interpret dreams. That is what Jameson does. (Not for real, he just thinks he can) Jameson has gone up to people and starts a conversation by telling them what they dreamed about last night.

Speaking of dreams, when Jameson wakes up in the middle of the night because of a bad dream, he no longer requests to sleep in our bed, or even in our room. He will come up to my side of the bed, and whisper "mommy" until I wake up. FREAKY! Have you ever woken up in the middle of the night from a deep sleep to see someone standing next to your bed? I know he isn't really that tall, but it's still freaky. After restarting my heart, I ask him what's wrong. He will tell me that he had a bad dream. I give him a hug. He asks me to pray with him, then says that he is fine now. He goes back to bed without any complaining or arguing. My baby is growing up.

He tries to help me with baby Simon. He doesn't like it when he cries, so he will do anything to try to make him happy, or make sure I know that Simon is crying and that I do something about it. Jameson wants so desperately to carry Simon, but I am not so sure about that one yet. Maybe with some assistance, but not alone. He can hold him while sitting on the couch for now.

Jameson loves (pretending) to read the Bible. He is not able to read yet, but he is working on it. It just hasn't clicked yet. We haven't completely fallen into a steady schedule for homeschooling yet. Things are still a little busy with the new baby, but we're getting there. Jameson does remind me all the time that we have to do school. He loves learning.

I love you Jameson. I thank God for choosing me to be your mommy. I am so blessed. Happy Birthday!