Winter Break

This blog is going on Winter Break. I appreciate you for reading my posts this past year, and all the thoughtful comments you have left, so I think it’s nice to offer a short explanation.

Night Skating

Like the sound from sharpening a knife, her tiny skates scraped across the ice. Small, swift strokes in contrast to her bright little girl laugh. A harmony I’ll forever treasure.

Grocery Shopping With Kids

A man was looking funny at my son. I should preface by saying my son was looking funny at the man. I may have missed this, had the man not spoken up. “Miss, your son is opening all the candy bars.”

Potty Training And You

Ready for the secret to potty training?

Check it out. (Hope you enjoy the animation! I made it myself.)

Did You Ever Find That Bag With The Dead Thing In It?

The other night I asked my husband, “Did you ever find that bag with the dead thing in it?”

He gave me maybe the only answer he could, “Was I looking for a bag with a dead thing in it?”

Can Preschoolers Be Bullies?

Of the issues parents face, one of the most heart-wrenching is seeing your child the victim of a bully. As a mother of two young children, I knew the day would come when we’d face this. Bullying is inevitable. It happens to all of us, at some point. But I never thought I’d encounter it in preschool.

Blog Awards: Kreativ Blogger Award, Liebster Blog Award, 7×7 Link Award, the Candle Lighter Award and the Happy Blog Award

Have you ever seen those little Russian Dolls? They’re called matryoshkas, or “nesting dolls.” I gave a set to each of my children for Christmas. And those dolls, like this post, bring a little surprise each time you open one. Another doll!

Only instead of dolls, this post is about Blog Awards. Yay!

He’s Erupting Me! AKA Our Christmas Card

Ahhh… The Christmas photo shoot. A time when, once a year, we gather the children in our arms and reflect upon the joys of the holiday season. We smile at the camera, idyllic, peaceful, and listen to “Silent Night” carolers outside the door.

Then we blink, and my daughter has a finger up her nose, my son is stepping on her, and my husband has fallen asleep from the stress of smiling.

30 Volunteer Ideas You Can Do With Your Kids

I knocked on the glass partition inside the lobby at the police station. The dispatch woman turned and I gave her my best, “I’m not crazy” smile. This was our fourth stop. And after shoving my kids’ arms into what felt like vacuum-sealed openings in their snow parkas, putting their boots back on the right feet and timing their potty breaks, I kept smiling at that woman until she had no choice but to let us in.

But Mommy, Are You Gonna Be An Angel?

My feet weighted to the hardwood floor in our dining room. My chest pounding. Tears lighting up my eyes. I squeezed my daughter in my arms as she danced her Little Bear on my head. Pulled a breath in as I crossed the room and hugged my son.

Holding My Sister’s Hand

Growing up, my sister and I fought about holding hands. Well, we fought about a lot of things. But as with any argument, I was older, and so by birth right, I should have won. (She disagrees.)