I sat down at my desk at school on a Friday afternoon and mentally prepared myself for the work ahead. There was a lot to do for the annual Camp field trip. “Send home permission forms. Check. Make sure all permission slips are returned. Ugh. Send home reminders for permission slips to be returned. Send home flyer asking for field trip donations. Send out email for volunteers for upcoming car wash fundraiser.” The list kept going…
Her favorite color is pink. She adores her princess dolls. But in addition to this, my daughter loves baseball. Here are the 10 reasons why my five-year-old girl loves watching (and sometimes playing) the sport.
Even though school has just started for some, Parent-Teacher conferences are just around the corner. Here are some tips that you can use as a parent to have a more effective parent-teacher conference.
One of my favorite blogs to follow is Unveiled Wife. Jennifer Smith is the creative genius behind the inspirational and motivating stories of her blog. Jennifer shares her marriage ups and downs as well as providing hope to wives around the world. No marriage is perfect, mine included. However, when I read Jennifer’s challenge to find 10 things I loved about my husband, I was floored. My husband does so much for me and the kids that I often forget to thank him and tell him how incredibly wonderful he is. So I took the challenge…
Pool noodles are amazing and can be used for so many ingenious toys. As a bonus, they can be found everywhere during the summer and can usually be purchased for less than a $1 a piece. My two kids love to play fight. Their favorite activity is to beat each other up with these light sabers (and me if you’ve seen my About page). Play fighting can be so much sweeter when marshmallows are involved. In fact, I would happily open my mouth and offer to serve as a target with this marshmallow launcher. For this project you will need: a balloon Duck tape a pool noodle a lot of mini marshmallows Step 1: Cut off a 6″ long section from the pool noodle. A bread knife with a serrated edge works really well for this step. Step 2: Tie off a balloon (as you would do if it was full of air). Fold the balloon (this will make it easier) and cut off the tip. Keep the bottom half with the knot. Step 3: Stretch the balloon opening over one end of the pool noodle. Make sure it is nice and tight with little to no slack at the end. Step 4: Secure with your choice of colorful Duck tape. Drop a mini-marshmallow into the hole, pull back on the balloon tie, let go and watch that marshmallow fly! As a note of warning, each mini marshmallow is only good for 2-3 launches. They simply become too flat and gooey after that. I solve this problem by playing in a well cleaned area and allowing to kids to eat any defunct marshmallows. I recommend rationing the marshmallow supply before beginning because a harmless game can easily turn into a marshmallow stomach ache. Even for this mama target. I’ve learned the hard way that there is such a thing as too many marshmallows.
I am going to share a little more about my experience with post-partum depression. Some of you may think I’m a loon and some of you may empathize. I want you to know I am only sharing my deepest, darkest feelings because I wish someone would have shared with me to help me feel a little better during such a hard time.
We would like to welcome Leah back to Whimsicle for her second guest post. You might remember Leah from our Getting Baby to Sleep series and her post Being Baby Wise-ish. You can find more of Leah on her blog: leahkoch.blogspot.com. Hi, my name is Leah and my daughter has a disability. For any parent with a child who has a disability, they can understand that those words do not come easy and can also understand why it took me months of pain and tears before I could state them boldly. However, until I learned to say it, I could not be the parent that my precious daughter needed me to be. There is a story that someone shared with me called “Welcome to Holland” by Emily Perl Kingsley. In that metaphoric tale, you read of a journey intended for the beautiful country of Italy. Instead, you find that you did not end up in Italy as you prepared and planned, but rather find yourself in the foreign country of Holland. The lesson learned at the end is that it is okay to mourn for the child you expected and did not receive. Through that process you can appreciate and embrace the wonderful child you did birth. I highly encourage you read the whole poem, but do so with a tissue. No one ever expects to have a child with any type of disability, whether congenital or developed over time. No parent who has a typical child can quite understand what this experience is like for us. I had no idea that anything was wrong with my sweet girl in utero. Nothing presented on ultrasound and nothing was immediately obvious to the doctors when she was born. But I knew. From the moment I saw her, I knew something wasn’t right. That’s not to say I wasn’t immediately in love; I just knew something was wrong. They were little things: a tongue-tie, a failed newborn hearing screening, funny-looking feet. Doctors and nurses ensured me that there was nothing to worry about and it seemed like so many people handled my concerns nonchalantly. I persisted and over time we had identified piece after piece as the puzzle started to come together. I now know that she has Aural Atresia (her ear canals did not form correctly and close before reaching the inner ear) and mixed conductive hearing loss (basically her ear canals won’t conduct sound waves to the ear drum), a very delicate digestive system (which requires infant Prilosec and protein free formula), small stature and limited muscle tone, vertical talus in both feet (her ankle bones formed perpendicular to her feet instead of parallel so her feet flipped up to her shins), and now suspected Nystagmus (eye shaking, typically accompanied with head positioning so she looks at us out of the side of her eyes). We are finally able to pursue genetic testing to know more and find the answers we so desperately seek. If there is any advice or […]
I LOVE when my son brings home his art work because I can see how much his fine motor skills have advanced in such a short period of time. Trail of Ants is a fun activity for kids to practice cutting, gluing, and writing while learning number recognition and number correspondence. Attention to detail is not a skill that comes easily to my ADHD son, but when I find something he likes to do, he can do it for hours. He loves to cut and glue.
I LOVE cooking in the crock pot, especially this Chicken Noodle Soup. With three little ones, this saves me the chaos of cooking and watching the kids during the witching hour of the evening. This soup is one of my favorite go-to meals and offers plenty of leftovers.