Category: Motherhood

Hammering. Using real tools, tools that work, tools that are the same as an adult’s but fit to the hand of a child. This is the kind of thing that is so controversial these days (after all, I was chastised for letting my boys use a plastic hammer to break up an ice block without … Continue reading “Montessori-Inspired”

It was a weekend of harvest and creation for us; we finally bit the bullet and bought a fruit-picker to reach those ripe round apples at the top of the tree that were tempting us, and with half of the 12 pounds harvested, I made apple butter in the crock pot. So cool to see … Continue reading “Weekend Shenanigans”

Yesterday, Oliver turned 5.  Oliver, our funny, sensitive, sometimes wacky guy who was born with his hand on his cheek and his other elbow in the air. Oliver, who was as tiny as a mouse when he was born but much much louder. Our Oliver, who still smells as sweet as peaches and cake and … Continue reading “Oliver Turns 5”

I don’t usually post on Saturdays. Heck, lately I’ve even dropped Fridays. It has something to do with spending some more time doing other things I love, trapeze class (with Andrew!) among them. The evenings, time I usually dedicate to blogging, have been filled with some good down time with less computer and more lying around talking … Continue reading “Oh, Crappy Friday”

I mean the term affectionately, of course. He’s been a real booger, especially during nap or bedtime. It’s certainly no secret that we’ve had crap luck when it comes to sleep with our kids. Not one of them slept through the night consistently before the age of two, and Emil’s going on three, and well, it’s complicated. Standard nap … Continue reading “Emil, the Booger”