Today was a PTO day for me, and I love being out and about on a weekday with the kids. The three of us had a jam-packed day that included the donut shop, the mall play area, the library, and the park (I spent less than three bucks total). There was a lot of laughing, . . . → Read More: An Unexpected Hour
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Did you know that good is usually good enough? Not everything requires an A+ effort. This was news to me during my first year of motherhood. When I learned this invaluable mantra, however, it brought much peace and simplicity to my life. Good is good enough. I love it, and yet some of the peak . . . → Read More: The Rallying Cry I’ve been feeling a little unsettled these days. Two months ago, I shared my intention for the winter season: to let things percolate. I’m usually so eager to dive into the next thing, to set the next goal, but this time, the goal was not to have a goal. Honestly, I’m starting to lose my . . . → Read More: My Soul Needs a Salad As I was reading bedtime books to Linnea tonight—a favorite part of her rather elaborate nightly routine—I was struck right between the eyes by the clock of life. On the inside covers of A Gift-Bear for the King were illegible letters of the alphabet, squiggly hearts, and stick figures that lack bodies. Linnea saw the . . . → Read More: Living Room Time Travel This week, I attended a quarterly “refresh” session for a mom’s group that I’ve been part of for more than two years. During the course of the evening, we did some journal exercises meant to help us set an intention for the rest of the winter. I found myself in a foreign position—I didn’t know . . . → Read More: Percolating My lengthy holiday vacation did not go according to plan. There really wasn’t much of a plan in the first place—simply to enjoy time with my family, to watch lots of movies, and intentionally NOT to set any lofty goals for myself (which of course I’m prone to overdoing). Still, it’s safe to say that . . . → Read More: Rough Patch Along with several family members, Josh and I took the kids to see a holiday children’s play on Friday night. Linnea sat between me and Josh, perched atop a booster seat in a red Santa-inspired velvet dress that her great-grandmother had bought for her. As the production started, I stole a glance at her sweet . . . → Read More: Weekend Moments with a Preschooler Growing up, I was a natural blonde, but once I hit puberty, my hair was what people call “mouse brown” or “dishwater blonde.” Really appealing, right? So I did what many former blondes do—I started hoping that somehow, magically, my hair would revert to its once flaxen state. I soon discovered that I might have to coax it . . . → Read More: Getting in Touch with My Roots Yesterday afternoon, my two year old and I scrubbed the kitchen and dining room floors. I set out to do it myself while the baby was napping, but Linnea was immediately interested in my bucket of soapy water and my sponge—sometimes, I think it works better to do it by hand rather than with a . . . → Read More: What is Fun? When I was in ninth grade, my family moved across town to a big brown house that quickly became HOME. It was the kind of place that attracted other people, and over the years, we welcomed many honorary family members—often for a meal, sometimes for extended stays. One of the most frequent and consistent visitors was a . . . → Read More: Kids Getting Married |
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