The Gate

We have a nice gate that blocks our family room and play room off from the rest of the house. Those two rooms are relatively toddler-proof, so I can leave the girls in there for short periods when I need to get things done. Like cleaning, cooking, going to the bathroom by myself, etc. I can hear the girls and see them pretty well, so keeping an eye on them is no problem.

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I’m quite dependent on my baby gate. I need my baby gate.

Several months ago I broke the gate when I hit the locking mechanism in just the wrong way with a heavy laundry basket. It was still functional, just not quite as secure when latched. Miss could open it, which is good, but the other two couldn’t.

Until…

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Someone figured out that if she pushed on the gate in just the right way, a whole new world would open up to her.

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The first few times she did it, she’d stop after the gate popped open, look at me, and start clapping and yelling, “Yay!” Needless to say, I did not respond in kind. So she stopped doing that. But she didn’t stop opening the gate.

It got to the point that I couldn’t get her to stay behind the gate at all, for any period of time, ever. I’d take her in the play room and get her playing, but as soon as I went through the gate to try to get something done, she’d run up, stand at the gate, and start yelling at me. I think she was giving me a chance to open the gate for her, while I was hoping that just maybe she had forgotten how. As in, maybe this time she won’t be able to. But she always did.

So I had to come up with a solution.

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Hair knobbers. They worked for a day or two, but weren’t really a good long-term fix. I had to order a new gate. Naturally I went to Amazon for fast service. I was able to order just the middle piece of the same gate and get it in two days. It fit nicely with our extensions, and we are back in business. At least I am.

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Getting Rid of Fruit Flies – A Preschool Science Experiment

I loathe fruit flies. All summer I was very particular about handling things in my kitchen to prevent their taking up residence there. I always place fruit waste in plastic grocery bags before putting them in the garbage, I run my disposal frequently, I cover the bananas in the bowl on my counter, etc.

We managed to avoid fruit flies for the summer. Then I don’t know what happened. Perhaps I got lax in my precautions (though I don’t think I did). We have had some of the disgusting and annoying little bugs flying around our house for the past week or so.

A couple of days ago, I enlisted the help of my two older girls to experiment with the best way to get rid of them.

In the past, I have tried various strategies to kill the flies, with not much success. This time I went to Pinterest to find some suggestions.

There were tons of them, but I picked out three different methods and some different substances to attract the flies. I reminded the girls what an experiment is. We talked about our different methods and the importance of both attracting the flies and trapping them. We discussed how each of our methods would try to accomplish these two goals.

The three methods we used (from left to right):

1. Wine in a bottle with a paper funnel.

2. Dish soap, apple cider vinegar, and water (with bubbles on top).

3. Apple cider vinegar and plastic wrap across the top with small holes.

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I asked the girls to hypothesize which method would catch the most fruit flies.

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Lass thought the wine with the funnel. Miss thought the soap/cider/water mixture (we had talked about how the flies would land on the soap and get stuck in the bubbles).

The results:

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A discussion followed about the possible reasons that the vinegar/water/bubbles mixture caught so many more flies than the others. With some help, they came up with the hypothesis that the flies were able to smell/access that solution better because of the wide open top of the glass.

I could not quite believe that the wine was not a better lure, since my experience has been that any time I sit down with a glass of wine, if there is a fruit fly somewhere in our house, it will circle around my head and my glass for the entire evening as I try to sip and enjoy. So I suggested that we try a second test to see if the flies like cider vinegar or wine better.

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I guess this was just crummy wine, because the cider vinegar/bubbles caught 11 flies, while the wine/bubbles caught only one.

So, if you ever have fruit flies, take it from us with our fancy preschool science experiment, and use our winning method: two squirts of dish soap, water to make bubbles (about half of the glass) and then about the same amount of apple cider vinegar.

It was fun for the girls to check each morning to see how many flies had been caught by each method. Miss was especially into it. Lass, my sweet, sensitive girl, seemed to be in denial about the demise of the bugs on the bottom of the glass. “I think they’re just taking a bath,” she said, as I poured them down the drain.

Why Do I Blog? Three Reasons.

I have been thinking about the evolution of this little blog of mine. It’s funny for me to think of how and why I got started doing this, and how and why I have continued.

Oh wait. You don’t know how I started?

Well, let me tell you all about it.

On September 11, 2009 I published my first post. Miss was about 7 months old. I was using Blogger back then. I didn’t know how to upload photos. I didn’t know what the heck to write about. But I took the plunge and started anyway.

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The reason I started? Well, if you read my first post, it says that I began blogging as a way to keep family informed about what was going on with us (meaning Miss).

That was true, but it’s not the whole story. I actually started blogging because I wanted to participate in a cloth diaper swap. Ha! It makes me laugh to remember. How strange that I started this whole thing for that reason. When I first started using cloth diapers on Miss I was kind of obsessed with buying cute “fluff” (that’s cloth-diapering speak for, well, cloth diapers). I tried all different kinds. I wrote blog posts about diapers. I really wanted to participate in that swap, but the hostess wouldn’t let me without a blog. Having the participants blog about what they got was pretty much the point of the whole thing. A friend of mine, who used to blog herself, suggested that I just start up a blog, and then if I didn’t want to keep at it I could stop whenever. So, I did. Start a blog, I mean.

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In September 2009 we were at the Farm for a visit. I remember messing around on the Blogger site, trying to figure out how to start. Obviously I needed a name for my blog, so I thought for a few minutes, the name popped into my head, I liked it, and off I went. I didn’t really spend much time planning the blog because I didn’t even know if I’d continue it after the diaper swap.

And yet, here I am. Why did I continue blogging? There are three main reasons.

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1. As I mentioned in my first post, to share my girls with family who don’t get to see them very often. My Mom reads this blog. My Dad, my Auntie, my Mother-in-law, my aunt in Florida, my Grandma, and many other aunts and uncles and cousins too. It’s wonderful to go to a family gathering and have people comment to me about the things they know about my girls, or talk to my kids like they know them, much more than they would otherwise, I think. A few times people have said to me things like, “I follow your blog, I hope that’s not weird/creepy/stalker-ish.” To which I reply “No! That’s not weird. That’s why I write it!” We don’t live near any family members. So I love that my family and friends feel as though they know my kids pretty well even though they don’t see them often (or often enough).

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2. The second reason is that I just love writing. I enjoy the process of having ideas for posts and putting them into words. It’s a creative and intellectual outlet for me. I like the way Jen at Conversion Diary puts it in this post. Reading that kind of felt like she had crawled inside my head.

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3. Finally, I think about how amazing it will be for my girls to be able to read all of this some day. To see all the things that they did. The funny things they said. The people we know. The places we went.

I know that when I was young I loved looking at my baby book (such as it was) and the few photos there were of me as a baby and little girl (oh how I do appreciate digital photography). I liked hearing stories about myself as a little girl. When I became a mom I wanted to know all about how I was as a baby and little girl. I want my girls to have all of this information to enjoy. And I want to be able to remember it too.

I hope that my girls will love reading this material someday. They already enjoy looking at the photos. And so I keep taking photos, and writing, and posting.

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My Six Favorite Shopping Spots

Do you have stores that you just know you need to stay away from? The stores that you know will entice you to spend more money than you intended, every time you walk through the doors? And yet you just. can’t. stop. going…

No? Oh.

Well, I have six. Okay, four and two websites. I’m a modern girl, after all, and with three little kids, shopping from the comfort of my armchair is too lovely to not do whenever possible.

Okay, are you dying to know? (yes, this is the best material I could come up with today, pretend you’re on pins and needles here).

#6 Zulily – I mentioned this one in Friday’s post. Zuliliy is something that I should never have started. It’s like some computer spy knows exactly the kinds of stuff I love to shop for (kids clothes and homeschooling materials) and then sends me a daily email with these things featured and on sale. Sometimes I think of things that I want (like kids boots) and then I watch Zuliliy every day to see when they have a good sale (like they did yesterday, I got three pairs of boots cheaper than I would have been able to even at Target). But most of the time, when I’m innocently watching the sales for something I know I want (or just unable to stop myself from opening my daily email to see what goodies they have to offer), I’ll just happen to come across something that I wasn’t even thinking about getting but immediately realize I must have. Like a four-foot-long skeleton floor puzzle or a wildlife bingo game.

#5 The Dollar Tree – Everything’s $1. They have a teachers’ section and crafts. Enough said.

#4 The local Catholic store – I don’t let myself go to this store anymore (usually). Every time I go in I buy books. And stuff for teaching my kids. And other stuff. I have stacks of books to read. I need to stop buying books.

#3 Hobby Lobby – This place has some sort of magnetic pull on me. I find myself wanting to go there all the time. I just love looking at their seasonal decor and crafty stuff. And I always buy my frames there because they are forever 50% off. For the past several days I have been dying to go in there and get some stiff black and white felt to make ghosts and bats for Halloween decor. I really want to, but I have resisted. How likely do you think it is that I could go in and just get the felt, and nothing else?

#2 Amazon – I have Amazon Prime and I could never leave my house. I can order darn near anything and have it delivered to my house, for free, in two days. Anything. And I can order gifts and have them sent to other people, also for free in two days. I do like to try to shop locally, but this is just too good sometimes.

And the #1? Can you guess. Of course you can.

#1 Target – Naturally. Target is much more than a place to buy things. It’s a place to go to get out of the house with the kids when you don’t know where the heck else to go. They have big carts to hold the two big girls. They have a cafe where I can get snacks for the kids. They have Starbucks in the cafe. What more could a mom ask for? And you can buy almost anything there. I go there at least once a week.

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We even ate dinner there after swimming lessons a couple of weeks ago when I needed to buy something and Daddy had a meeting.

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Dinner conversation over the hum of a slurpee machine.

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So, what are your favorites?

Some Thrilling Stuff Here – 7 Quick Takes Friday

I’m late to the party tonight, but linking up with Conversion Diary.

Seven Quick Takes:

1. Lass is fascinated by dead trees. She excitedly points out any dead or dying tree she sees, wherever we go, ever since the girls saw a huge dead cottonwood that had fallen over at the farm in the summer.

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This is so consistent with her quirky little personality.

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Lately, around here she’s been in heaven.

Driving down the road:

“Look! A dead tree!”

Ten seconds later:

“Anudda dead tree!”

No matter how many times I tell her the leaves have fallen off because it’s fall and the trees are dormant, not dead, she still gets all fired up every time she sees a tree without leaves. It might be an interesting winter.

2. I still have no idea what my kids are going to be for Halloween. Miss said she wanted to be Cinderella when I showed her some options from a Zulily sale one day (someone please save me from Zulily!). Then she decided that Rapunzel is “actually” her favorite princess, so she wants to be Rapunzel. And then other times she says she’s going to be St. Therese of Lisieux. I ordered her the Cinderella dress when that was what she wanted to be, so I think that’s what she’ll be going with. She at least knows I won’t be buying her another costume…

Lass has alternately said she wants to be an emu, a flying fish, a flying-fish unicorn, and now Pocahontas.

And I haven’t even put any thought toward Baby Sis yet. I’ll probably just put her in one of the dress-up outfits we already have, maybe Snow White or Tinker Bell or a chef or doctor. Batman maybe? Would that be wrong?

3. Speaking of Baby Sis, she is all kinds of funny and cute right about now. I have found myself enjoying this 18-ish months stage with her so much. More so probably that I did with my first two. She is just so stinking cute! And funny!

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Super Friend pointed out that she had the same experience with her third child at this phase. Both of us agree that our third children probably aren’t actually any cuter or funnier than their older sibs were at the same age. But she reminded me that when our older two (four?) were at this stage, we were in the throes of new-baby shock. Oh yeah.

Of course Miss and Lass were just as adorable and hilarious. I just couldn’t appreciate it quite as much when in the midst of newborn-induced sleep deprivation and constant feeding. Either that or I appreciated it just as much but don’t remember it. Whichever, I’m loving 18 months right now.

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4. I am also in a glorious golden phase with my older two. It’s a small window in time, but one that I am savoring wholeheartedly. The Both-Girls-in-the-Same-Class phase.

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Not just for swimming, but also gymnastics, both Miss and Lass are in the same class. It’s a beautiful thing, which I know will only last until January when Miss will need to move to the next level of gymnastics. I’ll miss these days.

5. I was slightly disturbed this morning to find that I was jealous of my 18-month-old’s bed-head hairdo.

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Is it just me or does that look like some super cute short cut that I could never in a million years get my hair to do? I should probably get a hair cut.

6. I have had about five RCIA classes so far. I love it. Just wanted to give an update on the Catholic Conversion front.

7. I don’t really have anything for this one. Some thoughts that popped into my head were, “My husband is working this weekend,” “I might take the kids to church by myself on Sunday,” and “I want ice cream.” Blah, blah, blah. Oh! Here’s something! I had acupuncture today. It was kind of cool. Didn’t hurt (much). I’ll let you know if it works.

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Have a great weekend.

Motherhood in a Pumpkin Patch

Recently, I’ve read a few articles about moms dealing with rambunctious and tantrumming kids in public and getting not-so-kind reactions from non-parents in response (this one and this one, specifically). The articles are good reading, but the comments? Whoa. Almost 70 comments on the first one and over 11,000 comments on the second one. Apparently everyone has an opinion about how kids should act and how parents should react in public.

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Don’t worry though. This post isn’t about how kids should act or how parents should respond.

I’ve been thinking since reading the above-linked posts about some of the hostile comments, both from parents and non-parents alike. There were lots of ugly ones ranging from some variation of: 1. “Spank them!” to 2. “Don’t bring your kids in public. Ever. And by they way, definitely don’t take them on an airplane until they’re at least five, you inconsiderate jerks with kids!” to 3. “If your kid has a fit and gets loud in public, take them home right away. Who cares if you have a cart full of groceries you’ve just spent an hour accumulating and no food in your house? If you don’t take them out of the store immediately when they’re loud, you are a bad parent,” and everything in between.

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Another general theme of the comments that stuck with me was this: “Just because someone doesn’t have children doesn’t mean they don’t know about children and how to deal with them.”

I agree with this statement. I know lots of people who don’t have children but are really great with kids. I was a psychologist, so I know plenty of people with extensive knowledge about behavioral principles, discipline, and child development who don’t happen to have children of their own. There are lots of great teachers and other people who work with kids and do a great job of it even though they don’t have kids.

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But that’s not quite what this post is about either.

The comments that stayed with me went beyond simply stating that people who don’t have kids can be knowledgeable about them. They added assertions that people without children know what it’s like to deal with a difficult child, have better ideas  how to handle them, and should not have to “tolerate” bad behavior from others’ children/”brats.” There was plenty of resentment that parents are overly “permissive” or “spoiling” their kids when they “let” them act up in public. Some of the comments were quite hateful (i.e. “because YOU decided to breed, does not mean the rest of us should have to suffer your obnoxious children”). One even compared children to chimpanzees!

For the purposes of this post, I’m going to gloss over the fact that there certainly are some parents out there who do not correct the misbehavior of their children and can be frustrating both to people with kids and without.

Because that’s not what this post is about either.

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I’ll get to my point (finally).

My gut reaction to the ugly comments about non-parents knowing about children and what it takes to discipline them was this:

Yes, absolutely, non-parents can be very knowledgeable about children.

BUT, no matter how much you know about human development, reinforcement contingencies, and/or various strategies of disciplining kids, you cannot know what it is like to be a mom in the moment your child is acting out in public until you are a mom in that moment.

I have certainly had to learn myself that having all kinds of knowledge about kids/development/psychology didn’t qualify me to judge parents in the trenches or even to be a mom myself. Knowing about something is very different from living it in the most highly invested way possible.

Unless you are a parent, you can’t know how humiliating it can be to have your child throwing a totally unforeseen fit in public.

You can’t know how frustrating (or panic inducing) it is when sometimes in the heat of the moment your mind goes blank and you can’t think what to do to calm your child down, or when you know that all the things that are coming to mind are not the most effective strategies.

You can’t know what it’s like to look back on a teachable moment and realize that you totally screwed it up.

You can’t know the thoughts, fears, and insecurities that run through a mom’s mind when her child is acting inappropriately.

You can’t know what it feels like to fear that your kid is going to grow up to be a jerk if you don’t handle this particular situation perfectly. Every. time. (Even though you know this is not realistic, the fear is still there, deep down).

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It’s more than just dealing with a kid throwing a fit or otherwise acting in an undesirable way. It’s dealing with a kid doing these things who is also your flesh and blood and one of the most important beings in your universe, and, oh yeah, it’s all up to you to make sure this child grows up to be a productive and responsible adult. No pressure.

(Please note, this is in no way intended to insult or otherwise devalue people who don’t have kids. I love my non-parent friends, who are awesome with my kids, BTW.)

I’ll use a small example from this past weekend to illustrate a little bit what it can be like inside a parent’s head (at least in mine) when a kid is acting not so nicely in a public place. My kids generally don’t have tantrums in public. I can only remember this happening once, when Lass didn’t want to put her coat on right-side-up when we were leaving the grocery store last winter. But they definitely do sometimes act in ways that I don’t love when we are in a public place.

We went to a pumpkin patch last Friday. It was sunny and hot. We were all tired from a long trip and lack of sleep the night before.

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We went out to the patch. Lass picked her pumpkin pretty quickly.

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Baby Sis even picked a pumpkin with no problem.

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Miss on the other hand, was a bit more, um, picky. Not only did she reject all of the pumpkins that were enthusiastically pointed out to her, she pouted and whined about not finding one like her sister’s. She couldn’t find one just the right color. Or size. Or shape.

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We were wandering around (and around) the pumpkin patch with my Mom and two of my friends from graduate school. Did I mention it was hot?

I was sweaty and tired and uncomfortable.

I was feeling guilty that my friends and mom were roasting in the heat.

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I admit, I felt mortified when Miss repeatedly dropped pumpkins on the ground and said petulantly, “That’s ugly” or “I hate it,” or stood and pouted without even looking for a pumpkin, because she wanted the one Lass had chosen.

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She didn’t actually have a fit, but clearly she wasn’t acting very nicely either.

I had a small tug of war in my head that went something like this, “I love that she is so particular about things! She’s not going to settle for something that isn’t up to her standards and that’s good!” vs. “She is acting. like. a. brat! She’s never going to pick a pumpkin. And she’s just being difficult about it.”

So as I repeatedly went through the cycle of rising frustration and then talking myself off the ledge, my behavior toward her alternated between, “How about this one Honey? This one has a cool color. Let’s keep looking. We’ll find one that’s just right” and “Don’t just stand there and pout! If you’re not even going to look for a pumpkin, I’ll just find one for you.”

Of course, she did eventually find the. perfect. pumpkin. And she was thrilled with it.

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And I was left looking back at my internal dialog and external reactions to her and feeling a bit embarrassed that I was at times impatient and kind of jerky towards her while she was trying to find her pumpkin, knowing that she was tired and hot just like I was. Because although she was acting in a way I didn’t like, and it was seemingly taking forever for her to find a dang pumpkin, my impatience and frustration with her was not the response that was helping the situation. And in that moment, I really struggled to produce the response that would.

And although I don’t really believe that my Mom and my friends were judging me because of her behavior, I still had this teeny tiny little nagging feeling that they would think I was letting my kid act like a brat or that I don’t teach her manners or something else like that. And then I had a teeny tiny little nagging feeling that they would think, “Geez, she’s kind of a Jerk-Mom. The poor kid’s just trying to find a pumpkin.”

As a psychologist, I would call these “automatic (irrational) thoughts.” As a mom I have to combat these all. the. time.

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I can just imagine if there had been strangers about glaring at me or my daughter or making nasty comments about her behavior or my reaction to it.

My kids are not brats, in spite of how they may sometimes behave, both in private and public. They are sweet, loving, delightful little girls. Most kids are delightful most of the time. A glimpse of a child acting “bratty” doesn’t define that child or that child’s parents.

There are lots of ways parents can react when their kids are unpleasant in public. And what is going on inside a parent’s head may or may not reflect what she is actually doing. I don’t think it really ever helps anyone when people make ugly comments or otherwise show obvious disdain in response to a child’s behavior or a parent’s response, whether those people have kids themselves or not.

My point is that you never know what a mom is thinking when her kid is acting not-so-nicely in public.

She might be embarrassed. She might be scared. She might be angry. She might be all of those and more, or none of them.

If you don’t have kids (or even if you do), please don’t assume that knowledge about children gives you an understanding of what a mom is going through when trying to manage her child’s behavior or that you could do it better yourself.

You just can’t know what it’s like until you’re a parent in that moment.

And though I don’t expect people without children, or anyone really, to give me some sort of special treatment when one of my kids acts less than perfectly in a public place, it sure is amazing when someone unexpectedly offers help. Like the nice woman who got a high chair for me when we stopped at Wendy’s during our drive down last week and in response to my “Thank you so much,” said, “I hope someday someone will help me out too when I have kids.” It’s such a boost when someone offers kind words of support, like my friend’s sister who said to me while my kids were running and playing in the rain, “You’re a good mom.”

Our day at the pumpkin patch turned out just fine.

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My girls had a great time overall, and so did I.

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Even in the moments when I’m not doing such a bang up job of mothering my kids, I’m doing the best I can and am always trying to improve.

Most parents are, and that’s what matters.

Louisville – A Little Walk Down Memory Lane

I took the girls to Louisville this past weekend. 18 hours in the car, by myself, with three children under five. Nine there (Thursday), nine back (Sunday). Whew!

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We made it, and it really wasn’t bad at all. The trip down to Louisville had a few rough moments as the girls learned that Mom couldn’t reach and do everything for them like I can when Daddy is driving, and I learned some tricks for how to help them as best I could while keeping my eyes on the road.

Both ways we only made one long stop. They enjoyed the treat of eating in restaurants and watching lots of movies.

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They saw a big-city skyline for the first time as we drove through Chicago, and on a smaller scale when we reached Louisville.

I just love Louisville. It warmed my heart to drive into view of that skyline.

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^^ Not exactly the skyline, but the most distinctive building.

On Friday we spent the day with some dear old friends at a pumpkin patch/farm/apple orchard/farm market/winery. It was intense, and warrants its own post in a day or two.

Friday night we went out to dinner with the same dear friends at a pizza parlor I went to from time to time while in graduate school. I have such fond memories of that place. I even went there on a date with my husband when he visited me in Louisville at the very beginning of our relationship.

Part of the reason I chose to take the girls there was that it was the only one of the places I frequented as a student that I thought would be somewhat family-friendly. But, I wasn’t entirely sure it would be, so I called in advance to make sure they would have a high chair and kid-friendly drinks. They did have high chairs but didn’t have anything but pop and tea (and alcohol) to drink. They said I could bring in my own milk though, so it was all good.

Lass actually said dinner at this restaurant was her favorite part of the trip.

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There were fun Halloween decorations all over, and she has talked about the big spiders and ghosts she saw there since we left.

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And the pizza was delicious. Brought back happy memories.

While I was getting all nostalgic, the girls were appreciating all the little things about the vacation.

They called this their “Fancy Breakfast” because of the french toast and milk in glass goblets.

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They got to watch TV in the mornings.

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And of course they had lots of goofy fun with Grandma.

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On Saturday afternoon we had lunch in a beautiful park that I never went to when I lived in Louisville. I don’t know why, exactly, except that I lived nearer to a different (and less pretty) park.

We had a fun picnic.

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It was pretty much entirely prepared by these ladies:

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Love them.

I had seen a weather forecast that said it might rain on Saturday, and my friend who determined our meet-up spot in the park said it was near a fountain, so I figured the girls would get wet. I brought changes of clothes and their raincoats/boots.

They were disappointed that I wouldn’t let them play too much on the play structures (they were kind of slippery, and honestly, though I didn’t mind them getting wet, I didn’t want to stand in the rain to supervise Sis on them) or at all in the cool fountain/splash pad area. I would have let them run in the fountain to their hearts’ content, except that there was another little girl (around 4 or 5 probably) running in the fountain for most of the time we were there. And she had no clothes on. None. She was naked as a jaybird. I had to explain to my girls why they couldn’t also run in the fountain without clothing, “Well, Honey, it’s just not appropriate to take your clothes off in public, so no, I’m sorry, we’re not going to do that.”

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But they did get wet and had a great time playing in the rain and puddles.

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I’m so happy I brought the rain coats and boots and the changes of clothes. Unfortunately, I forgot towels, so I had to dry them off with some spare fleece blankets I keep in the car. Not too effective, but we managed. It was worth it.

Saturday night I had a bit of difficulty getting out of the hotel to meet my friends for dinner. Sis chose that night to learn how to climb out of her Pack’n’Play. I put her down to sleep and was completing my preparations to leave when I heard my mom say, “Is she in her bed??” I said “yes,” of course. To which she replied, “Well, it sounds like she’s right on the other side of that door…”

She was.

She thought climbing out of that Pack’n’Play was just about the neatest. thing. ever. She did it two or three more times for my Mom after I left. And then I-don’t-know-how-many times between 4 and 6 am.

I was extremely panicked thinking she was going to start doing this at home as well, but she hasn’t so far. I will need to come up with a new sleeping arrangement for her for our upcoming deer-hunting trip to the Farm though.

I did manage to make it to dinner roughly on time and had a delicious meal with wonderful company.

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I was even in bed before midnight, which is a personal record for a night on the town in that city.

I lived in Louisville for four years, from the ages of 22 to 26. While I lived there I made many great friends, I earned a Ph.D., and I (amazingly) met my husband. I moved away from Louisville 11 years ago, and my life has changed immensely since living there, but the city remains very close to my heart as do the friends I keep from those years.

I was happy to experience it from a different perspective this time, with my kids.

And now I’m thrilled to be back home with my husband, doing our day-to-day thing, making memories in our family’s home town. It was really fun to walk down memory lane a little bit, and experience and old place in a new way, but I’m happy to cherish the little moments here and now with my family.

Fall Fun and a Girls’ Road Trip (Gulp)

Oh, how I love fall.

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We’ve been making yummy stuff.

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^^Check out my budding chef grating nutmeg on the microplane.

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They were so proud of their creation.

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I had a lot of fun making the caramel apples with them.

I unwrapped the little caramel cubes into a bowl and showed them to the girls. Immediately Miss knew we were going to make caramel apples.

I asked them if we should go ahead and dunk the apples in and they immediately said “Yes!”

So, we did. And naturally the “dunking” didn’t work out with the cold candies just sitting in the bowl.

I asked them what we should do. My favorite part of the process was this:

Miss’s eyes lit up and she said, “Mom! We could put. it. in. the microwave!”

Everyone got very excited, and there was some jumping and shouting about the brilliant solution. Miss was so proud of herself when we took it out and it had begun to melt. She kept saying, “Mom, I had a great idea, didn’t I?” Love.

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Later today we are leaving for a seven-hour girls’ road trip. We’re going to my old Kentucky home, Louisville. I lived there for four years while in graduate school and it remains one of my favorite places in the world. I’m meeting some of my dear old friends from my years there for a reunion, and we’re going to the St. James Art Fair. Can’t wait.

I must admit I’m kind of nervous about the trip. My husband has to work and can’t come with (my mom is meeting us in Lou to help me with the girls). I’ve never done a road trip of any length with them by myself. For inspiration, I’m reminding myself of my husband’s Aunt J, who drove an RV, by herself, with her five daughters to every state in the continental US when they were kids. I can do this.

Look out Louisville, here we come!

60 Kids’ Activities for Fall and Winter – The List is Done!

Our Fall and Winter Fun List is done!

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60 fun things we will be doing in the next six months:

  1. Draw faces on leaves
  2. Make an apple pie
  3. Make fall leaves spice art
  4. Go to local apple orchard
  5. Make a leaf book
  6. Play in a pile leaves
  7. “Marble” painting using an apple
  8. Drink hot cider
  9. Leaf printing
  10. Go to a pumpkin patch
  11. Leaf rubbing
  12. Make Thankful trees
  13. Hay ride
  14. Caramel apples
  15. Melted crayon leaf sun catchers
  16. Deer hunting (really just watching this year)
  17. Hand print turkeys
  18. Go trick or treating
  19. Carve pumpkins
  20. Roast pumpkin seeds and use them to make a pumpkin craft
  21. Make an autumn sparkle tree
  22. Children’s museum
  23. Girls road trip
  24. Donate food to the food pantry
  25. Build a fort (in the house)
  26. Treasure hunt
  27. Have a pajama movie night with Super Friend and her family
  28. Bake a cake
  29. Go to open swim at the YMCA
  30. Make a bucket craft to go with this book
  31. Make muffins
  32. Have a picnic in the living room
  33. Go to story time at the library
  34. Have a family slumber party
  35. Make a pinecone garland
  36. Write a letter to Santa
  37. Buy Christmas gifts for needy children
  38. Bake Christmas cookies
  39. Drive through the park to see the Christmas lights and visit the reindeer
  40. Set up nativity
  41. Have a Christmas music dance party
  42. Decorate the Christmas tree
  43. Make salt dough ornaments
  44. Visit Santa
  45. Sing Christmas carols
  46. Make hot glue and glitter snowflake ornaments
  47. Catch snowflakes
  48. Make snow angels
  49. Go Skiing
  50. Make paper snowflakes
  51. Blow ice bubbles
  52. Make a snow fort
  53. Drink hot chocolate
  54. Read books by the fire
  55. Make a snowman
  56. Have a snowball fight
  57. Snowman ice cream sundaes
  58. Make Valentine hearts with handprints (something like this, maybe even with glitter)
  59. Make kid-friendly tiramisu
  60. Make Valentine flower arrangements

Motherhood and Miscellany - 60 Fun Kids' Activities for Fall and Winter

Of course there is a lot more crafting and cooking on this list than there was on our summer list. Something about fall gets me in a super crafty mood. Leaves, apples, pumpkins, turkeys, Halloween… It’s all just so perfect making stuff. We already did marble painting with an apple (#7) and the girls loved it.

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And don’t even get me started on Christmas crafts… I’m a little giddy thinking about it.

I decided to put more projects that involve glitter or other loathesome materials on the list so I will have to do them (for example see #3, #15, #21, #46 above). I really detest glitter, but the girls LOVE working with it. We made glittery firework art this summer (only because I put it on our list and we did it outside) and it was such a treat for them. So, it’s on there. Multiple times.

It will be fun.

I will meditate prior to doing crafts that involve glitter or other finely powdered substances (Spices? Sounds awesome for crafting. And a little bit horrible).

I didn’t make separate fall and winter lists because around here it’s usually hard to tell where one season ends and the other begins. Winter weather typically starts long before the solstice. Plus, plenty of the activities could be done in either the fall or winter, so I just combined them.

If you want to use some of this stuff for separate lists, the items are organized like this:

  • Fall #1-21
  • Either Fall or Winter #22-34
  • Winter/Christmas #35-46
  • Winter/General #47-57
  • Winter/Valentine’s Day #58-60

I can’t wait to get into the activities with my girls.

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What fall and/or winter activities are you looking forward to?

7 Reasons I Love My Mother-In-Law

I don’t know much about raising a son. I know lots of people who have done or are doing an amazing job of it. My Mom did a pretty great job with my brother. My Auntie with my cousin. My sisters-in-law are raising terrific young men. I have many friends who are bringing up delightful little boys (you know who you are).

I think behind every good man there is, to some degree, a great mother.

So today, I want to talk about the woman who raised the most incredible, wonderful man I know. My Mother-in-law.

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Here are 7 reasons I adore my Mother-in-law (because I know the following things about my husband came, at least in part, from her):

1. My husband knows how to do stuff around the house. When I lived by myself I thought I was pretty handy. No. He is handy.

2. He is honorable. I never worry that he will lie to me or do anything lacking integrity.

3. He is freaking smart.

4. He is no pushover. I can rest assured that he will (figuratively) beat down anyone who tries to mess with me or him or our children.

Actually, come to think of it, he’d literally beat someone down too if necessary. When we lived in Durham I was cleaning an old junky hoosier cabinet I had just purchased. I didn’t realize the top wasn’t connected to the bottom and it started to fall over. A vase feel off the top and shattered and I yelled his name for him to come help me so the top of the cabinet wouldn’t crash to the floor. With the glass shattering and my scream, he thought someone was breaking into the house. He pretty much jumped down our stairs, breaking his toe in the process, and was all set to throw down with a would-be intruder.

5. He knows the importance of family. We come first, no doubt.

6. He works hard. He can and will do anything he puts his mind to.

And last but certainly not least:

7. He never, ever pees on the toilet rim/seat.

I am a lucky, lucky girl.

There’s lots of stuff out there depicting mothers-in-law as meddling, judgmental, conniving, whatever. Movies and books always seem to portray the mother-in-law as a witch or an idiot or both.

But I think mothers-in-law often get a raw deal. I have a wonderful relationship with mine. Of course there are many reasons I love her, besides the way my husband turned out. She is extremely accepting and supportive of me. She is a terrific grandmother, always taking time to do special things with my girls (Lass sobs every time we leave the Farm… Every. Time.) She is generous and loving and thoughtful. And she loves my kids to the moon and back. What’s not to love?

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So, thanks Baba. You are a treasure.