/ Said I, “Well, kids, lounging in your underwear with electronics days are so over.” Summer has come to an abrupt end and I am in full-on Psychotic Homeschool Mom mode. *Have you ever wondered what the heck homeschooled … Continue reading
One afternoon, when I had miraculously carved out a few minutes to take a shower, (alone, I might add) I had asked my ten year old to be in charge of the baby. When I was just wrapping up my … Continue reading
School Supplies and Flies? Okay, so we all know school days are rapidly approaching and man, oh man I gravitate to the back to school aisle like a fly to fresh poo. I can’t help it. Index cards and Sharpie … Continue reading
The girl in the shadow is not who I am. She comes around to insult me after my bundle is birthed and stalks in the shade, unwelcome. She mocks me with her muffin pants and bubble shirts, makes me do … Continue reading
Powercycle and Pity Party I had a miscarriage this week. It was the first time I’d ever experienced it and it was harder than I would have expected. You can read more about that here. It’s one of those life … Continue reading
If you’re going through a miscarriage or have found out that your baby is no longer alive, take heart. You will be okay. It will get better and you will come out stronger on the other side. Having a miscarriage … Continue reading
Potty Training Politics I have three kids who know how to use the toilet and a one year old who knows how to dig in the toilet. I’m not really sure how any of it happened. Granted, they’re all girls … Continue reading
Everything Changes I’ve been a mother now for almost eleven years. I’ve been homeschooling for six years. I feel like I’ve learned a lot, grown and changed immensely since my first little pink person was put on my chest. I’m … Continue reading
Why do we Homeschool? “Why do you homeschool?” I don’t get asked the question quite as often now as I once did, but it’s on a lot of people’s minds when they meet my children and me at Costco on … Continue reading
Originally written after the birth of my first baby in 2003. Motherhood was a mold I was pretty sure I’d fit right into. I felt it was my biological purpose and I had been taught from a young … Continue reading
