Sticks belong in the Hall of Fame
My son is never without a stick in his hand. Or five or six. Some days it’s a cane. Usually it’s a sword or gun. Yesterday he made sticks into arrows by decorating the tips with beech leaves. Sticks make forts, pretend campfires and real ones. They sail down streams as boats. They draw in the sand.
Chicken Soup
I’m thankful for our chickens. We’ve had a small backyard coop for three years now. Fresh eggs with golden yolks for breakfast, the joy of opening up the nesting box and cradling a warm newly laid egg.
Mean Mom Manifestos
I wrote recently about chores, and today guest author Denise Schipani, author of Mean Moms Rule is joining me to share her thoughts on the subject. She also touches on another important aspect of this blog, which is how to balance your own time, needs and adult dreams while being a parent. Sometimes it’s easy to get lost in children’s constant clamor for attention, and although kids do need oodles of time, they also need to rely on their own devices, play by themselves and understand you have a separate life.