Over the past month since I posted last I have had so very many thoughts and ideas about topics to blog about - but, obviously, they have remained only thoughts and ideas. Most of them have to do with the kids and their antics and challenging moments along with the moments of pure joy they bring me. I had originally aspired to write one blog a week - a very lofty goal for me - but, again, that didn't happen. So, as I was sitting here this morning thinking of looking at bills and maybe hunting for a new car online, I thought - no time like the present. So, here is a quick rundown of the lessons learned and insights gained from my three (almost four) munchkins.
With the imminent arrival of Thompson 4.0 just a few months away, I finally broke down and decided to go the bunk bed route. I am a worrier by nature, and quite consistently had visions of my oldest rolling of the top bunk and breaking herself into bits. Granted, kids have been sleeping on bunk beds for years, and I was a "top bunker" myself for many years, but none of that mattered when it came to Kylie. Of course, if something bad could happen, it would to her.
But, nevertheless, I did it. Two very amazing families in the church gave us their old beds (thanks a ton guys), and now we have two sets of bunks in our two rooms. A boy room (the newest addition is a boy - yeah)! and a girls room. As we, or more accurately, as JASON was setting up the first set I had this overwhelming feeling of "oh God, oh God, oh God" - in a good way, I mean. I think for the last four and a half years I've been so in the baby stage - it's kind of been a blur. Diapers and wipes and potty training and high chairs and cribs and car seats and ahhhhh....all that stuff. But bunk beds are for REAL KIDS - that must mean that we are REAL PARENTS.
Not that the baby stage doesn't constitute as real, but there was this intense realization that they are not babies anymore. My mom would say that they are always your babies, but you know what I mean. My oldest is starting kindergarten in the fall, and my middle is really separating himself as THE BOY in the family - in every sense of the word. And my youngest - the baby, is sleeping in a big girl bed all by herself - no rails, no cribs - she is making her own way!
And to top all that - there is another one coming. I fell blessed. I've heard it said that a "rich man's family" is one boy and one girl. We are going to have two boys and two girls - that must make us rich beyond measure - God is good!
I wanted to post more, but this rich mom's family is needing some attention (ie - sesame street is done) - so I will try to post some more tomorrow or tonight (we'll see how well that goes).