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The Dino-Mite Gift Of Laughter
#3’s 13th birthday has come & gone, which now brings our house’s teenage total to THREE. We have some limited experience with teenagers because 3’s older sisters are now 16 and 15, but since 3 is also our oldest boy, this is a fairly new road for us. This year has already brought about changes that seemingly appeared overnight. #3 transformed from a gangly stick of a boy whose voice I’d mistake for his sister’s on the phone to a MAN. Seriously- puberty, y’all. The voice deepened, the daily showers, the newfound love for wrestling and all things warrior-like, and the hesitation in my husband’s step when #3 wanted to…
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A Walk To Remember
If you’re a parent, chances are that “family time” is one of things that you’re either actively planning, or occasionally feeling guilty about not planning. I’m not talking about the day-to-day routine, but the times that you deliberately plan an outing or event in order to guarantee that you have indeed conducted some quality “family time”. And chances are, if you’ve had some recent “family time”, there is at least one point in time in which you think to yourself, “This is why we don’t have family time!” I’ve shared a few of our more noteworthy group adventures here, most recently our “Family Movie Night”, aka “Kid Trauma Movie Night”.…
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Bored Games
In an effort to curb dependence on electronics, I’ve been encouraging my kids to play more board games. We have many of the standard games: Candyland, Chutes & Ladders, Apples To Apples, etc. To be a good sport, I’ll play a game of, let’s say, Candyland. And while I genuinely love watching the enthusiasm on my little ones’ faces as we play, I feel less enthusiasm as the game goes on… and on… and on… … because in many of those games, there are many opportunities to get sent right back to start. And when you’re sent back to start, that means you’re starting from the beginning. As in, ALL…
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Pick-y, Picky
As I’ve mentioned previously, I despise the fall, for a number of reasons. But in the spirit of the season, we embarked as a family on the customary, New England required fall family experience: Apple & Pumpkin Picking. For those of you that have not had the thrill of participating in such an event, please let me share it with you. You know the apples that come in a bag in the produce section of your local grocery store? Well, in the fall, those are simply not.good.enough. Why buy those when you can drive out of state, hit a field, and pick them yourselves?? Why buy 3lbs of apples, when…
