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Staying On Target
“Quality time”- I know that I talked about family time in my last post, so you’re probably thinking, “AGAIN with the quality time??”. Confession: One of my concerns in having a big family was that none of my kids would feel like they were lost in the shuffle. I would never want any of them to feel like I didn’t invest time alone with him or her, and to tell Dr. Drew how their mom didn’t care. (Why Dr. Drew? Because GOALS, people. If my kids end up emotionally crippled adults, I’m aiming for the best in televised counseling. GOALS.) But life has a way of keeping you busy, &…
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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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Movie Night Mayhem
Now that fall is here, life has gotten far busier, and it had been awhile since we’d done something “as a family”. How about a Family Movie Night? Have a Family Movie Night, they said. It’ll be FUN!, they said. (“They” lied.) This activity is more daunting than it may appear: with six kids ranging from ages 14-3, picking a movie that will interest everyone is challenging enough. But throw into the mix children that: want to narrate the entire movie. don’t listen to the movie, & then ask questions about the movie they’re not listening to. chew popcorn too loudly. spill the popcorn they’re NOT chewing too loudly all…
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iPhone, myPhone
I shall admit right off the bat that this post is horrendously of the “first-world-problem” nature… #5 had my iPhone in her grubby little clutches today. And that sparked my thoughts here- Despite my general ineptitude regarding all things technological, I DO own an iPhone. Or should I say, my iPhone owns me. Because if it was possible to have a crush on an electronic device -stop your dirty mind right there, please- then my iPhone is the one, baby! Do I get that little thrill when my phone lights up with a text, tweet, or alert? Yes, Yes, I do. Except phone calls. Because if you want…
