One of the things connected parenting has helped me realize is that my fears and anxieties are really my own worst enemies. They cause me to react rather than respond and die on parenting hills probably not worth dying over. There's nothing like an extreme child or children to help you put life in perspective. We...
(Post title pun intended…so sorry ;)) Do you remember when Stain Stick was a big thing? Do people still use that? We’re lucky clothes see the washing machine let alone get pre-treated. Then recently someone mentioned on Facebook that Eucalyptus was a great oil for stain treatment. I was surprised that a quick Google search supported...
I’m currently in a mental battle that has been going on for the better part of a year. “How unconditional should love really be?” Or maybe the better question, “Does unconditional love equal unconditional relationship on the other person’s terms?” I’m hoping not. What if that person is a child of yours? Still hoping not....
What I EnvisionedHe would get up by 10AM because that’s the rule we all agreed upon. #sillymeWhat really happenedHe would “forget” to set an alarm or set it on the iPAD and then leave it somewhere around the house where it would annoy all of us at 10AM but not wake him up. If I...
If you subscribe to the theory that bread and cheese are the hardest things on our digestive systems because of the gluten, lactose, and casein, then pizza is absolute worst invention E.V.E.R…except that it’s so much fun to eat! In my book, there is no acceptable cheese substitute, so we just take a digestive enzyme...
I’m one of those moms who loves summer. I think it’s because we homeschool, but I honestly can’t remember if I loved summer when my kids were in school. I love that there aren’t lessons to plan and papers to grade and this expectation that we should be doing school. I feel like it’s my...
You know you’re a mosquito magnet when other people use you as their insect repellent. That would be me. One summer, an Independence Day gathering, I was standing outside waiting for the fireworks so start when I announced that I was being eaten alive and would enjoy the show from indoors. “I’m not getting bitten...
I think I discovered my new love language—a weekend alone at home. (With 2 other extended family units living on the other side of the kitchen, I’m not technically “alone,” but I have no humans for whom I am responsible besides moi. This pseudo-alone situation also feeds my extrovertedness where I need other people, for whom...