I’ve heard the Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, “Drinksgiving,” is the biggest bar night of the year. Which is funny because I’m at home on the sofa in sweatpants, crocheted blanket over my lap, toying with the idea of turning on a Hallmark movie and calling it a day. It’s 8:20 p.m., y’all. Lincoln and Hyatt are playing in their room, still going strong, and I am D-O-N-E.
Redirection as a behavior management technique worked well when my boys were early toddlers. I’d point out a plane in the sky so they’d drop their fascination with that sharp nail in the driveway. I’d talk up a game of hide-and-go seek to get them to stop fighting over blocks.
Then, two things happened: they got a little bit older, and I got a little bit lazy. (I meeean, I had a few good reasons.)
I didn’t want to come up with something cool and exciting every time I needed to get them from Point A to Point B. I just wanted them to listen to me and respect me. Done. End scene. I was tired. Continue reading “Grace-Based Parenting and Redirection”
I absolutely love watching my boys interact in different scenarios. It helps me learn more about them, and sometimes it just makes me laugh.
This morning we went to a playground near Trader Joe’s. The idea being that once they’d had a chance to play, they’d be more affable at the grocery store and MAYBE hungry enough to be interested in healthy stuff. Continue reading “Peer Pressure”
I’m still a gardening newb, but I’ve heard it can be easy to forget what’s planted where. So, our family is using these fun DIY painted river rock garden markers to help us tell our beet sprouts and our carrot seedlings apart. Here are step-by-step instructions to help you paint your own river rock garden markers in just a few hours. Continue reading “Fun DIY Painted Rock Garden Markers”
Virginia Woolf famously wrote, “A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”
If she is to recover from a double mastectomy and reconstruction, the list gets a bit longer. Money (or insurance or a really good payment plan), a room of her own, a recliner, blackout curtains, painkillers, a crocheted blanket, a Bible, a noise machine, a lap dog, squishy pillows, dry shampoo, hand sanitizer, child care, bone broth, an escape hatch…
I mean, just based on my experience. Continue reading “Who’s Afraid of A Double Mastectomy?”
A helpful way to think about grace:
The law says, “do this,” and it is never done. Grace says, “believe in this,” and everything is already done.
– Martin Luther
Guys. Post-surgery rest, the Internet, and a tendency to brood are a bad combo. I was warned about this, but unwisely, voluntarily, boarded the Breast Cancer Worry Roller Coaster last week. Face-palm. Face-palm. Face-palm.
Here’s the good news: I’ve exited to the right of the ride, the surgery on January 31* was successful, and I think I’ve learned (or re-learned) a few things. I pray that if you read this, you will be encouraged rather than discouraged. Continue reading “Teach Me to Number My Days (and Ditch the Impulse Buy)”
Immigration and the plight of the refugee has been in the news constantly over the past week, thanks to care and confusion over President Trump’s executive order concerning extreme vetting. Admittedly, I have not done my due diligence to understand all of the ins and outs. (And really, we should all do our fact-checking.) I am still on the hunt for even-handed coverage.
But, I know this: Continue reading “Neighbors Loving Neighbors”