My youngest daughter, we call her LL, will be four months old tomorrow. Time usually flies, but it seems to be flying particularly fast when it comes to baby LL.
The past four months have been all about creating a schedule and finding a routine that works for our now family of four. I knew if I was ever going to have a normal, non-crazy life again, there would need to be some major structure within the walls of my home.
And, thankfully, we have settled on a good schedule and things seem to be heading in the right direction, with all the usual bumps and scratches along the way, of course.
As I watched Isabelle ride her bike in front of our house while holding LL in my arms, I realized my time with the two of them at home all day is quickly coming to an end. Isabelle will be attending pre-school three days a week starting in August, and it won't be too much longer after that that she'll be in kindergarten. And then first grade. And then junior high. And then high school.
I knew if I ever had more than one child, I wanted them a little further apart in age. That's how it was for me growing up and I liked it. With the exception of a few years in elementary school, I never went to school with any of my siblings and felt like I had more opportunities to do things on my own because of it. And, in the end, I think it helped me in many ways.
I'm very proud of the progress we've made as a family and how far we've come with getting used to our new normal.
This is particularly true with Isabelle. She struggled at first with being a big sister, but now loves it. The two of them genuinely love to see each other. No one can capture LL's attention quite like Isabelle can, and it melts my heart to see them have fun together.
While I think there will be many advantages to having one child in school with another one just at home, I will miss our days of all being home together.
I suppose I should get used to the idea of constant "new normals" because life is doing anything but staying the same these days.