There has been a lot about this pandemic that has just plain stunk, but there is so much good that we’ve been blessed with as well. I have no doubt that if we didn’t have as much “forced family fun” time, these two would not be as close as they are now. Do they fight? Yep. But I’ve never seen them play together, make believe together, and genuinely look forward to being home together as much as they do now. And yes, she was in her rollerblades and tank top all day. 🙂
The mess I woke up to
I had an awful migraine this morning so hubby was in charge of C and S while I stayed in our dark bedroom to let meds start their magic. I emerged to a quiet house and a text saying he had taken them out to pick out new fish so I could rest.
I came downstairs to a spread of blankets and cars blocking most of the walkway. But I smiled. You know why?
It was the sign that my kids were playing, likely together.
That they weren’t sick in bed.
That they were using their imagination instead of electronics.
That they were blessed with toys and blankets to make forts and schools and doggy daycare and whatnot come to life.
So I appreciated it. As I appreciated the quiet house for an hour. How lucky we all are.
Happy 7th, Dear Daughter
the same but different
I was watching my kids play in the summer rain last week. They were both excited to get out into it. We’ve had a big heatwave in Michigan; and even though it was a humid and muggy day, the rain was welcome.
S ran out and was jumping, laughing and spinning in circles. C strolled out with an umbrella and took it all in. Watching S, looking up, sticking his hand out.
They were both enjoying, but in their own way. And it was a reminder to me of how there is more than one way to do something (or enjoy it). S wanted to get drenched and feel it up close. C wanted to feel it – but in his own, guarded way.
It’s a bit ironic because their personalities are actually the opposite – S is more guarded, whereas C just jumps right in without a care in the world.
So it was fun to watch. And oh to be a kid again!
ice cream before dinner
Today, we had ice cream BEFORE dinner.
Yes, I know it probably ruined their appetite.
Yes, I know it will be harder to say “no” to a before dinner treat the next time because “we did it last time.”
But you know what? We had a GREAT day together. They got along. They left the play place when I said it was time to go. And my goodness it was NINETY degrees today!
So yeah…we had ice cream before dinner (I did too)!
hope in the face of grief
Our neighborhood was shaken by a loss of a fellow mom nearly 7 months ago. It was probably one of the most difficult things I have ever been a part of. Not just because she was a friend of mine, lived two doors down and our kids played together all the time – but because it was (and still is) one of the most tragic things I’ve seen a family deal with.
But in the midst of it all, something small but good has happened that signifies HOPE. Our neighborhood has banded together.
People invite the father and two small kids over for dinner multiple times a week.
Neighbors set up a weekend playdate schedule so the dad and kids would have something planned to do every Saturday morning.
People shoveled walkways. Helped repair swingsets. Brought trash cans back up the driveway.
And much more.
It made my husband, who doesn’t typically show much emotion, cry as he told someone “I now know that if something ever happened to me, this neighborhood would help take care of my wife and kids.”
We are grateful to have stumbled upon this village that is now a part of our intertwined lives over the past 4 years since we moved here. But the sense of hope that I’ve now seen goes much further than that, and I’m grateful to witness it.
I see you my little
I can literally see you growing before my eyes.
Lately you’ve been into Rainbow Looms. You sit and make these bracelets and can’t wait to show them off. Your level of concentration at this newfound hobby is something I haven’t witnessed in you before.
The other day one of your friends was sad. For the first time, I felt that you were really, really affected by the fact that she was hurt. That you couldn’t make her feel better. And so you wrote her a letter and asked me to walk it across the street to give to her mom.
Today we were at a friend’s house for a pool party. Daddy asked if he could come swim and play with you. You said not now – I’m playing with my friends, but you can come watch. And I saw a slight pang in your daddy’s eyes. “A short window,” he said to someone. “You only get a short window.”
You are becoming fiercely independent. And I grow more and more proud of you every day. Not just at how hard you worked in first grade this year, but at the person, the real person you are becoming.
I see you, my almost 7 year old, and at the same time I feel you slipping away. I know you will fly on your own someday my little…I’m just grateful I have you here under my wing for a bit longer.
picky eater tested spinach muffins
I wanted to share a picky eater muffin recipe that was shared with me! The only change I made is that I added chocolate chips. These muffins have an entire 6 oz box of spinach and NO added sugars (you use honey!). My kids devour them!
Recipe is from Super Healthy Kids and you can find it here! They don’t last long in my house.
and first grade was done
S came off the bus the last day of school and gave me a silly look that said “you had better not spray me with that silly string!” A few of us moms had cans ready to spray the kids when they got off the bus. I had warned them my daughter, who doesn’t do well with surprises, may not like it, so we knew to skip her.
But then she ran right past me and into the house. I chatted with a couple of the other kids, gave some last day of school hugs, and then followed her in. I found her sobbing in her room.
“I’m sorry you’re sad honey. Are you sad because you’re going to miss all your class friends? I know it won’t be the same but we can set up playdates!”
She told me, “a little, but I’m really going to miss my teacher and I really love Ms. W.”
And I got it. I cried after school every year until about 6th grade. I had all the feels she did. Big feelings. I told her about the time I kissed the wall of my school because I was going to miss it so much. So I let her cry, let her talk about Ms. W, and then we talked about all the fun stuff we would do this summer.
Before long she was excited to empty out her backpack and show me all the notebooks and binders she brought home.
And just like that first grade is done. I feel like it was just a few months ago that she was born. But here she is, turning seven in August. Time to make that summer bucket list.
We brought back and old favorite…but because my daughter is a bit older than when we first did it, she really enjoyed it more! This can be done indoors or out.
Salt (from a canister, you’ll need more than a few shakes from a shaker)
Liquid watercolors (I buy these from amazon)
Glue (pourable, not a glue stick)
Droppers for the liquid watercolors
Big sheet of paper
First let your child doodle the glue all over the page…then sprinkle the salt on it before it dries. Shake off any excess salt that isn’t stuck onto the glue. Then use the droppers and small amounts of watercolors and drop small amounts and watch it spread! Tons of fun, especially with different colors.