Omg I had a morning today I rather I didn’t…
It must be Friday. Or Monday. Or any school day… 🙄
If you consider yourself a squeamish person, stop reading now because I’ll tell you things you can’t unsee in this rant. But such is life for us women; just another issue we have no choice but to deal with.
Continue reading Taking a moment to calm down
Girl children are so amazing, you know that? My kid amazes me.
So she’s supposed to bake cookies for Valentine’s Day to fundraise for something, but some idiotic rule that baking at home at teacher’s request is *unsafe* has the kids planning a baking event at school, instead.
Continue reading Less parenting? Sign me up.
The other night, the mom of a boy in my daughter’s class reminded me that Friday is a PA day. No school.
Didn’t we just have a long break from school? 🎄
The reason she and I were texting was because our children, along with some others, arranged a movie at a cinema amongst themselves for Friday evening. All the details were ironed out at school and via texts with each other. It was all finalized.
Until they realized maybe they should ask parents for permission. And also they will need a ride. And money. 🙃
Have you ever had to navigate the social life of a bunch of tweens?
Continue reading The complicated attempts of navigating social tween-aged kids
We’re beyond believing here, in all sorts of ways, but I’ll tell you something about childhood magic that perseveres right up to the tween years:
Don’t ruin it.
Just let them be. There’s no harm in it. Especially at this time if year.
Continue reading Preserving a little Christmas magic
There are days when they barely eat what I cook.
Did you know tweens are fickle?
Teens too. 🙄
They want to eat meat, and meat is expensive, especially reputable meat (pasture raised, for example), so I gotta get creative here.
Today, I started with ground beef.
Continue reading Stretching meat to feed a hungry family
I joined Instragram a month ago in order to keep a closer eye on the kids while they play on various apps. You can read the post here. This is a follow up post on my experience so far.
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There are weird men following me on Instagram.
Continue reading More on Instragram: creepy followers
Encourage her artistic creativity, they say.
Let her bake and cook if she wants to, they say.
What they don’t say is how to get her to clean up. What they don’t offer is to come over and clean up for, or even with her. Oh no, they just want to see a child in her peak creativity mode. Admire her crafts and eat her baked products.
Continue reading The trouble with crafting kids
Last summer I got to spend a few quality days by myself when the kids went camping with their dad.
This was crucial to my mental health. It was like a recharge of my batteries.
Last summer I also got to spend an entire weekend alone with my boy, at a baseball tournament. We slept over in a college residence, ate some meals together, traveled in the car together. There wasn’t much time for bonding beyond those times since they played three games in one day, and one the night before and two the day after, but we were on our own, which is what I’m getting at.
This was good for me and hopefully just as good for my teen boy. Especially because these times are few and far between lately…
Well this week it’s girl’s week. 😍 The boys took off into the deep Canadian bush to hunt moose, so it’s just the girl child and me. For four full days.
Continue reading Girl week, family connections and solo parenting
Twitter is full of funny tweets about this topic…and it’s so true, isn’t it. You concern yourself with things when you’re pregnant, or a first time parent, that seems so foreign to you later when you’re eyeball deep in youth sports and high school applications and tween drama and all the rest of it.
Continue reading What they don’t tell you when you’re pregnant
It has occurred to me that what I say and what kids hear is not the same.
Surprise! I bet you didn’t know that… 😉
It appears to me that they have different interpretations of my spoken word. A brief conversation with a grade 8 teacher on a non-related matter, over email, tells me I am not alone. Ha.
I don’t get it though. I think I’m very clear when I speak… 🙃
Continue reading What I say, what they hear