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Farmstand Party

Posted on Apr 16, 2015 | 1 comment

  My most popular Pinterest pin by a factor of like ten million is A Frog Party. It’s just a little old post telling about a party I threw for my kiddo and lamenting the availability of frog-themed party supplies and how to make them yourself. A few months after that party, I threw an even more ambitious Farmstand Party. I was so thoroughly exhausted from these two endeavors that I have only just now mustered up the energy to do a post about it. (Oh, yes, holidays, house guests and going out of town the morning after the party had something to do with it, but that’s life in the...

You Win Some.

Posted on Apr 16, 2015 | 0 comments

A cheering little conversation between my four-year-old son and me (which I really needed today!).   Son: I’m a teacher today. And an elf. Me: A teacher and an elf? (rhetorically) What could be better? Son: (thinks for a moment, suddenly points his finger at me) A mom!   Lesson: Even on your worst day as a teacher, or an elf, you’re still the best mom to somebody.   Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to...

Protected: Bad Patient!

Posted on Apr 15, 2015 | 0 comments

My children are sick. My male children are sick. My male, boyish, childish children are sick. Heaven help me. One of these boy children is particularly unskilled at enduring sickness with any shred of grace or tolerance. He spends his entire illness in a mild state of panic with a sneaking suspicion that the world is ending. As any spouse of a grown up male can tell you, practicing illness-induced panic throughout childhood generally makes perfect. Men are not usually the best patients. Oddly, my own male husband, Cute Banker, is pretty good at it. But he’s in the minority, and his genes did not get passed down. Heaven help us. My darling boy woke me up...

Baking Bread

Posted on Apr 6, 2015 | 0 comments

My mom says she used to bake all her own bread as a young housewife. This was before KitchenAid mixers with dough hooks, and also before I was old enough to eat any of it, so I can’t be sure. By the time I grew teeth, she had moved on to store-bought bread, albeit whole wheat and without preservatives. I do recall being asked what I wanted for my birthday – in high school – and I requested the mystical, foreign substance known as Wonder Bread. This early bread-baking habit of hers was always something I lumped in with drinking chamomile tea and not letting me wear toy makeup as a four-year-old. I always...

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Posted on Mar 16, 2015 | 0 comments

May your joys be as deep as the oceans Your troubles as light as its foam And may you find sweet peace of mind Wherever you may roam ~Irish Blessing ~Non-Irish Blessings   Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like...

Jurassic Appetite

Posted on Mar 4, 2015 | 0 comments

I’m a little scared for my future food budget. Dinner time was short tonight, so I opened the pantry and freezer. TWO boxes of mac and cheese, a WHOLE package of hot dogs and an ENTIRE bag of frozen broccoli later, plus several tangerines EACH, and the crew was finally satisfied. I feel like Dr. Ian in the car when the water starts vibrating in concentric circles. Boom. Boom. Boom. (Those of you born before 1993 will know what I’m talking about.) It. Is. Coming…   A teenage dinosaur food bill! EEEEEEK!     Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new...

March Homeschool Themes

Posted on Mar 1, 2015 | 0 comments

This month in kindergarten, we are learning about spring, St. Patrick, shamrocks, the number three, green, emeralds and gold, rainbows, the letters P, R, S and T, sheep/wool, potatoes, Ireland, and the wind. Here’s a drawing of all our themes of the month. (See if you can spot all the 3s and the letters!) This month’s yoga pose is Cloud pose. We lie on our backs, imagining a puffy cloud bed. As the days go by, we add components: Breathe in and out and become the “wind.” Tense our muscles as hard as we can, one by one, then relax, becoming soft as a cloud. Carrying over last month’s “water/rain” theme,...

Winter Glow: Homemade Orange Candles

Posted on Feb 20, 2015 | 0 comments

Did you know you can make your own candles right now? Out of two ingredients you already have at home? This is a strikingly impressive project and just as easy.   If you’ve got oranges and olive oil, you’re in business.   If you want to get fancy, you can cut some shapes out of the tops, or stick in some cloves.   But that’s totally optional. I only added those steps so my kids would have something to do.   The rest of it pretty much just involves cutting an orange out of its peel. You know, Big Person Work.   Cut the oranges across the middle. They don’t need to...

Be Still, My Heart

Posted on Feb 13, 2015 | 4 comments

I’ve been keeping a secret from you. I am a…homeschooling mom! I know, I know, I KNOW. What kind of oddball hippie rebel in a hand-sewn dress am I??? Well, I can tell you that only one of those adjectives applies to me (and I’ll let you guess which one – it probably varies, depending on who YOU are!). I began this vast undertaking recently and, as you might imagine, I am fairly overwhelmed with the fantastic possibilities and the myriad opportunities, as well as the enormous pressure to do well by my children. I want to live up to their potential. They deserve a great teacher! How’s it going? So Far,...

It’s the Big Little Things

Posted on Jan 30, 2015 | 1 comment

That moment, after four weeks of illness – and five years of parenthood – when you finally fall into a deep sleep…and you are awoken by an ice pack (otherwise known as a little boy hand) on your inner arm. Through your earplugs of denial, you begin to hear your smallest child yelling from the bathroom and crying for you to wipe him.   It may not be the most important thing anybody does today, but it’s pretty up there to at least one person in this world.   And, thank God, because there’s not much else worth being dragged from sleep, precious sleep. Precious, elusive, fickle, dirty bastard, betraying, why...

Six Surprising Things I Learned on My Child’s First Day of Kindergarten

Posted on Sep 2, 2014 | 1 comment

My sweet, tiny infant has gone and done it. He’s grown up! He’s a full-fledged school boy now, aged 5 1/3. Since he’s been with me from the second of his conception, I was a wee bit worried how he was going to handle leaving home and going to school. Okay, I was frantic to the point of crazy eyes and a nervous tick how I was going to handle it.   Here are six surprising things I learned, on my son’s first day of school. Ever.     1) It IS a good idea to make pancakes in the complicated shape of Mickey Mouse (with blueberries for eyes, please!) on...

I Don’t Have Pants!

Posted on Mar 1, 2014 | 1 comment

“What do you want to do when you get big?” Daddy talks to the kids about some different jobs that can be fun and enjoyable, as well as providing income.   Daddy suggests, “Studying animals that live in the sea…” Our son pipes up, “That’s a marine biologist-biologist.”   Daddy, mildly taken aback, continues, “Studying dinosaurs…” Son adds, “A paleontologist.”   Daddy presses on, “Studying volcanoes…” Son patiently says, “A volcanologist.”   We realize the kid’s really been dumbing it down for poor old Dad.   In the middle of this tennis game of multi-syllabic words involving suffixes like “ist” from one of our sons, we notice it is being punctuated by...

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