Nothing in particular

Yes, this is a post about nothing in particular. I just feel like journaling. Page family life is going pretty well. We have been having lots of fun with the kids and are just in awe at how quickly they grow and change. We pulled down some of Joshua's baby clothes from the attic this morning and it pained me to go through them. What is that feeling? Why am I sad to go through my son's baby clothes? Time lost? Not really, we thoroughly enjoyed those years. The fact that he will never be that little again? Maybe. But, I am really enjoying this stage, too, and look forward to the future. Gosh, I sit here right now and look over at the bin and tears well up in my eyes. There are these little insy teensy diapers in there that don't look like they could have ever fit my 45lb 3 year old. Too bad I didn't get them down about 4 months ago.. Emily could have used them! As I peek over at the old Huggies box filled with memories, I see Joshua's first Halloween costume spilling out over the sides. A Superman bunting made of blue and red felt. I distinctly remember rushing to Party City the day of our church's Trunk or Treat in search of a costume for our 3 month old. The size on the outfit was six months and I could barely squeeze our chunky monkey into the costume. Who knew that our overstuffed Superman would one day be convinced he was Spiderman? I am thinking of who I can pass the clothes down... But, it is so hard to let them go. They are clothes for goodness sakes! Let 'em go. Unfortunately, Baby Canon has probably outgrown them... maybe Janet and Uncle Josh's future offspring? Yes, I think that is where the clothes will go. Ok, really... moving on from Joshua's baby clothes.... moving on... really, let them go Jennifer.

Emily's sleeping has regressed. I thought I had it made when she was sleeping through the night (like 7pm til 7am) around two months. Joke is on me. She has been getting up 4x a night recently. I told Freddie yesterday that I totally understand why sleep deprivation has been used as a torture method. I feel like I am being tortured as the cries wake me from a deep slumber approximately every two hours. Nevertheless, when I walk into her nursery I am always happy to see her... squirming around on her belly (and sometimes having flipped over to her back looking like a little beetle bug). Every night before she goes to bed I have a little talk with her about tonight being the night she sleeps til dawn. Maybe... just maybe.. tonight is the night!

Sophia is my little fire ball. That kid has so much personality wrapped up in a compact little 24lb shell. Her Uncle Jason says she looks like you should just be able to pick her up and put her in your pocket. Our neighbor was over here yesterday helping me get the kids ready as I nursed Emily. While changing shirts, Sophia pointed out that she has an "outie" belly button and then proceeded to tell Adrianna that the rest of us have "innies". Adrianna asked her where she got her "outie" from. I was ready for Sophia to come back with some deep theological answer like "from God". No. Sophia thinks her "outie" belly button came from the grocery store. :)