Wow! Time is flying by!
Abby is almost three months old, and in some ways, it feels like one really long day. A lot has happened in three months though. She's changing every day. Smiling, cooing, controlling her reflexes, finding her hands, holding up her head and torso, rolling over, sitting up, comforting herself... babies sure have a lot to learn in their first few months!
Jonas is a going concern too. Homework and school projects, learning to use his new laptop, getting back into Cub Scouts, getting back outside with the kids in the neighbourhood, learning to better manage his ADHD, occupational therapy... Only a few months left of Grade Four and he's trying to finish strong. Plans are starting to form for summer vacation too.
Tasha's making plans of her own for the coming months. Shifting to working in the garden centre always seems to perk her up, and she's currently apartment hunting with a friend for something a little bigger. It's not easy being on your own, as she's finding out, but we're really proud of how well she's hanging in there.
Steve, and the rest of us, are adjusting to another big life change: he lost his job last week. Thankfully he got a severance package, so we're not in crisis mode yet. He's got some time to decompress, refocus and find something new. In some ways, it's a blessing. The timing is oddly perfect. It gives him more time with kiddos during this important time in their lives, and since the school year is almost over, he has more geographic options when job searching. We're trying to think of it as a chance for a new beginning. Of course, he's been home for two weeks now and the home improvement projects, as well as their subsequent frustrations, are multiplying, so keep your fingers crossed for us. ;)
As for me, other than a slight fear of impending construction nightmares, I'm a tired but happy mama. The Spring sun, and the possibility of getting outside for some fresh air and exercise doesn't hurt morale. The now looming date on the calendar (when Steve's severance runs out) is, admittedly, a little stressful, but I'm an optimist at heart. Steve's a good guy and a good worker. He'll find another job soon, and we've been working hard to chip away at our debt, so I have faith that everything will work out just fine.
What is it they say - "The universe never gives us more than we can handle"?