Who Needs A Party to Decorate: DIY Halloween Witch Legs
My family absolutely loves Halloween. It was my sister’s favorite holiday. The only decorations I’ve ever known my husband to have are Halloween things! And my daughter thinks the creepier the better! Two years ago we had our first Halloween party! It was amazing, and we instantly envisioned it becoming an annual event for our neighbors and friends. Well, last fall, I was still recovering from my depressive episode and only had enough energy in me for one party – Addy’s golden birthday was most important! This year…well…need I really comment about COVID?! Without a party, I thought we would scale back on the decorations. Nope! Not with this family!…
Breaking & Baking Bread
Well, the first week of stay-at-home and social distancing, Addy and I survived. In fact, it was more than survival. We thrived and had lots of fun together. Homeschooling for 1 week was a success! I’ll check in again after 3 months of it. I might have a different sentiment. But for now, I am on board and truly grateful for our time together. Each day, we did a science experiment and posted it to Facebook. On the third day, we decide to use science for a very old tradition: baking bread. Normally, we are a wheat/whole grain bread family. So when we visit Grandma Ann, we feel gluttonous when…
Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall. Who’s This I See? Could It Be Me?
A big part of this blog is sharing my own personal parenting adventures. To do that, I’ll end up sharing a lot about my daughter too. She’s 5-years-old, loves the color purple, expresses herself best through dance and song, and always insists on checking out the massive Anaconda during our zoo visits (it’s been her favorite animal since age 2). Have you ever heard the phrase, “It’s a Minnie-Me”? When I became a mom, I really wasn’t expecting my own child to resemble myself. I’m not talking about physical attributes so much. Genetically, I knew my daughter would likely have reddish blond hair, blue eyes and my button nose. Her…
Talking Sex with My Daughter Even Before She Could Say the Word “Sex”
I never imagined talking about sex with my daughter before she could even talk herself. Yet that is when it started. I, along my husband, decided early on that we would not provide “pet names” for Addy’s body parts, especially her female parts. Her labia was her labia. Her clitoris was her clitoris. Her nipples were her nipples. She does however refer to those as her “nibbles”. Early on that is the pronunciation she heard. I simply smile when she is adamant that that is the correct term for those pink, fleshy, projections on her chest. It is important to me that Addy have the words she needs to describe…
