It’s less than a week until Christmas, I’m trying to finish reading two major works of classic literature by the end of the month, and I still haven’t finished knitting … Continue reading Classic Imperfect Happiness: Why I Don’t Care About Santa Claus
“Mommy, how do you make buttermilk?” my four-year-old asked at dinner the other night. I don’t have a smartphone, so I had to answer based on what I remembered from … Continue reading What’s Buttermilk For? A Four-Year-Old Weighs In
My daughter read the cover of the book in which I had my nose. “Ulysses. What’s that book about?” This is a question she asks about every book I’m reading. … Continue reading Ulysses for Eight-Year-Olds
I was organizing library books in my four-year-old’s room while he dressed for bed the other night. I looked up from my task. He gave me an odd little smile … Continue reading My Son’s First Sports Bra
A few weeks ago I was tucking my daughter into bed when she said, almost in tears, “Mommy, this has been an awful summer!” That afternoon, I’d made an error … Continue reading Summer Lessons
My four-year-old asked me to sing him a lullaby before bed tonight. “Which one do you want me to sing?” I asked. He proceeded to sing a little lullaby of … Continue reading Lullaby
My four-year-old learned how to button his own shirt this morning. After dressing himself from head-to-toe 100% by himself, he was incredibly proud and came into my room to show … Continue reading An Example of my Excellent Parenting
My kids were in swim lessons this week. This means that every day this week, rain for shine, we schlepped to the lake for their back-to-back lessons. Two days ago, … Continue reading Lost in Translation
For our hike this week, my kids and I and another homeschooling family went to Nashoba Brook Conservation Land in Acton, Massachusetts (not to be confused with Nashoba Brook Wildlife Sanctuary in … Continue reading Take a Hike! Nashoba Brook Conservation Land
Every night I sing my nearly four-year-old son a few songs when I tuck him into bed. He’s got several that he enjoys, but one of his favorites is “The … Continue reading Lyrical Liberties
It wasn’t raining when we left the house. We turned left up the street, and then I walked over to look at our vegetable garden while my daughter waited on … Continue reading Worm Walk
My three-year-old was busy at his play kitchen with a skillet and some wooden fruit. “Mommy, would you like some tasty chicks?” he called. “Chicks or chips?” I asked. “Chicks,” … Continue reading Second Breakfast
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