When you are a mom, sometimes the craziest things get you excited. It could be a heart floating on the top of your latte, a new healthy popsicle recipe, or a cool alternative to Play-Doh. This is where I’m at.
We do not have air conditioning in our house. For ninety-percent of the year it is quite managable…for that other ten percent we eat popsicles and sit in front of a heavy-duty fan. 😉
My mom bought some spring chicks. They are fluffy, fragile little things that bring sparkles to her grandkids’ eyes. When we visit, the kids crowd around the warm light and reach their hands in to touch the soft, new feathers.
Our first daughter came out talking…not quite, but pretty much. To this day she can out talk just about anyone I know. By the time she was two, she was speaking in full sentences. Therefore, when her third birthday rolled around I had a little lightbulb moment… Why don’t I attempt to teach her how…
Sundays are my day to cease from striving. I try my best to worship God, unplug, rejuvenate, and reevaluate the day to day. Since we’ve had an extra long weekend, I’ve done a little thinking about how to remove some of my unnecessary stresses, by developing some better habits and tidying up some that are already…
We have a couple ‘crazy hours’ throughout our day. They are typically the hour before lunch and the hour before dinner. I don’t know if it’s low-blood sugar or a bored anxiety but my kids’ energy goes through the roof.
My kids are getting to the age that I’m trying to get them to engage in more independent activities (even if it is only for a few minutes). My goal is not to entertain them but to prompt them to creativity and independence.
Yesterday, I had a load of laundry that needed folded and all three of my children were trying to climb into the basket as I was trying to pull stuff out of the basket. I sat them down on the couch next to me and gave them my phone so they would watch a ten…
Reading books with our kids is an everyday event. I have been sharing some of the classics with my kids and have been pleasantly surprised with how much they are enjoying them. (Almost as much as I am enjoying reading them.)
The secret to curing hiccups is a spoonful of peanut butter, but whatever you do don’t tell your kids. I know it sounds mean, but unless they are ready for that information, take it from me, just let them ride it out.