Monthly Archives: September 2015

My Baby is 4!

Baby boy –

Four amazing years have passed since you came rushing into our world. You have grown into an independent, stubborn, sensitive, creative, smart little boy. You want to do everything yourself, when you want to do it, but you’d prefer to do it with your mom or big sister close by. You love to play with Legos, color and play Barbies or babies with “Chwoe.” 

Most days you drive me a little crazy, because you only have one volume – ridiculously loud! When you turn the volume down and whisper scream in my ear, “I wove you!” I kind of forget the rest.


You have a generous heart. You love to make babies smile – silly faces are your go-to move – and when your sister gave you an 8-pack of Pez for your birthday, you gave her half of them back for her Pez dispenser. 

In addition to the whisper screamed declarations of love, you still have the most amazingly kissable cheeks and you give the best koala bear hugs! Not a day goes by that I don’t know how loved I am by you, and I can only hope that I show you the same sort of love.

Sweet boy, baby boy, cute boy, buddy – you have brought us so much joy these last 4 years and I can’t wait to see what you become!

And now for the yearly questions…

What is your favorite color? Blue. 

What is your favorite toy? “Buzz Lightyear.” He doesn’t have one. He insists it’s his favorite.

What is your favorite fruit? Clementines. 

What is your favorite TV show? Clifford: Puppy Days

What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Macaroni & Cheese

What is your favorite outfit?  My minion underpants. 

What is your favorite game? Sequence and Uno. 

What is your favorite snack? Goldfish and frozen peas. 

What is your favorite animal? Giraffes and elephants. 

What is your favorite song? “Happy” by Pharell Williams

What is your favorite book? My birthday book (about his first birthday.)

Who is your best friend? “Judah. I mean Mommy and Judah.”

What is your favorite movie? Planes: Fire and Rescue

What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play in the backyard – going down the slide.

What is your favorite drink? Lemonade. 

What is your favorite holiday? Easter!!

What do you like to take to bed with you at night? Taggie and Clifford!

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Cupcakes. *giggles* 

What do you want for dinner on your birthday? Grapes and pizza. 

What do you want to be when you grow up? A vegetarian. I mean, a veterinarian. 

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A Realistic Homeschool Update

We have survived, I believe rather successfully, our first month of homeschooling. Our first month out of a possible 15 years ūüôā

There are so many things I’m loving about homeschooling. I love that I get to be involved in how, when and what my kiddos learn. I love that D doesn’t spend all day asking me if it’s time to pick C up from school yet. Instead he can spend the day pestering her. I love that our mornings aren’t spent rushing around making sure lunches and backpacks are ready to go. Instead, we can stay in our jammies and play Kings In the Corner until 9 o’clock if the mood strikes. I¬†love that when the weather is great, we can get the¬†basics done and then spend the rest of the day playing outside. I love that homeschooling has¬†brought a new awareness to us¬†about the opportunities to teach our children just from everyday situations.

Before we started,¬†I was concerned about her feeling lonely or bored at home,¬†because she’s a very¬†social little girl. So far, that doesn’t seem to be a problem. We’ve had playdates, been to the park and library and this week C started attending a once a week class with other homeschoolers. She is still hounding me for more playdates, but that’s nothing new!

However, as much as I’m loving this experience, its not all rainbows and butterflies. I posted this picture to social media this week, stating that I was loving having her home.


About¬†10 minutes after this picture was taken, we had a full meltdown, because I wanted her to do her reading work instead of starting an art project with her brother. Every parent knows that there are good days and bad days, and some days¬†your kids don’t want to listen,¬†regardless of what you have to say. This¬†doesn’t change¬†when you¬†become their teacher as well!

While C may be getting her¬†social time in, I have yet to find my groove. I no longer fit in with the mom’s at the park as well – I’m there with my toddler AND my school age child, while their older kids are back¬†in school after a summer¬†of playing. That’s not to¬†say we won’t still be friends, but it does change the daytime play group dynamic. I don’t magically¬†have a giant circle of homeschool mom friends either though. I do have some amazing, long-time friends who are also homeschooling that I’m very thankful for, but they live out of town. And I’ve met some great ladies in town who have offered ideas, support and resources. But I have¬†found it¬†difficult to make connections within the homeschool community, because (and I’m totally overgeneralizing, I know) many¬†homeschooling families are larger than ours. They’re busy and don’t¬†have the time or¬†energy to make new friends.¬†Many attend larger, and probably more conservative, churches than we¬†do and already¬†have a great support system in place from their relationships there.¬†And beyond¬†my totally stereotypical reasoning, I can admit that I’m not very good at¬†putting myself out there and¬†making new friends. You might not know this, but it’s kinda scary!!

So on the days when my husband leaves at 6AM to hit the gym before work, and I don’t see or talk to any¬†adults before he gets home at 5:30, it’s kinda rough.¬†When those days align with the days that my children don’t want to listen, I probably yell (and then apologize) more often than I’d like. And I probably eat more chocolate than I should.

But please don’t mistake the above for a pity party. I feel so lucky to be home with our kids and¬†am still so excited to be homeschooling. But it’s not perfection.¬†It’s just¬†our¬†reality


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