nature walk bags

We’re pretty lucky to live in an area surrounded by lots of open space and well-maintained trails, so the kids and I take a lot of walks and do a lot of exploring. When I was researching homeschooling methods, one of the things that initially drew me to Charlotte Mason’s approach was the emphasis on outdoor time for kids and the practice of nature journaling.  Even though my kids are still little and we haven’t started formal schooling yet, we’ve started working on developing habits so that they’ll be well-prepared when we do start.  One of the things we’ve really enjoyed is being mindful of noticing things while we explore, and sometimes attempting to chronicle them in our “journals” or with some kind of art project. (God help us.) Continue reading

a little update… shall we?

So, turns out that I should have given up blogging for Lent, because guys?  I’m KILLIN’ that. Whoops.  I wish I could say we’ve just been super busy, but in reality, it’s just all the regular old life stuff that’s kept me distracted and not clacking away at my keyboard these days.  I know you’ve been positively aching to know what’s happening over here, so I’ll put you guys out of your misery immediately.  Here’s some updates. Continue reading

the myth of balance

I’ve found myself thinking about balance a lot lately.  What it is, how to achieve it, and why I should want to achieve it.  Among women, and mothers in particular, balance is a sort of holy grail.  Just read any interview of any successful woman, basically ever, and you’ll see the following question, “How do you do it all? How do you achieve (dun dun dun…) balance?” Normally, the answer will be some kind of vague murmuring about making the time for things that are important to you and letting go of the rest (as if laundry can be let go forever), or maybe something about self-care (which usually means going to get a pedicure once a month or something). But there’s a big problem, for me, when it comes to balance. Namely, that’s it unachievable.

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enjoy every moment.

If you’re a woman with a few kids in a certain age range, you know that you can’t go anywhere in public (but specifically grocery stores, Target, or a library), without someone coming up to you and saying, “Enjoy every moment. It goes by too fast.” Depending on your mood, you may or may not want to throw some choice words their way, hand them your neediest child, and book it to the nearest Starbucks.  Personally, I always try to be gracious to people who say this, because I know it’s true- these years with my children are precious, and I know that’s what they’re getting at. Continue reading

small. quiet. simple.

I’ve been pretty quiet here lately, I know.  It’s not really that life’s been actually quiet, or even that my mind’s been quiet.  Rather, the opposite.

Everything has felt so big in the world lately.  Even as I’ve tried to turn off the noise of the news and social media, it’s proven impossible.  The injustice and sadness and unfairness of the world has seemed so overwhelming and incomprehensible in their scope.  And of course I have opinions on some of these things. But they’re complicated, and my opinions don’t seem to come close to touching the the immensity of our problems. Nothing I say or write will temper it, and in most cases, I think it would only add to the cacophony. Continue reading

Saturday mornings (David Eyre’s Pancake)

dsc_0187Saturday mornings are sort of a toss-up around here.  Some days, mommy (that’s me) wakes up well-rested (rarely) or at least less zombie-ish than usual (more likely), gets to drink her coffee in peace as the kids play and watch too much Daniel Tiger.  Once we’re all sufficiently woken up and hungry, my pleasant, homemaking alter ego says, “Shall we make pancakes? Or waffles? Let’s make bacon, too!” And then she lets the kids HELP and everyone eats heaps of delicious breakfast food and says please and thank you and we are ready to start our day.

And then, there are those days that mommy just gives the kids cheese sticks while they watch Sponge Bob. Continue reading