Where I’ve landed: Thoughts on Unconditional Parenting
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
For the past three weeks, I’ve been counting down the days until the first day of school. When I bought my new planner, one of the first dates into the calendar was the first day of school. It was circled and had sunshine rays coming out of it. I couldn’t wait.
You see, the temps had gone from gorgeous and fall-like to heat advisories and unbearable humidity. We were cooped up inside too much and it was getting ugly. Someone once told me The child who annoys you the most is the one who’s most like you. Very true. We’re so much the same and we need separation in order to get along. Read More
On Friday, Nick came home and declared we needed a vacation. He was right. It had been a rough week or two.
We’d been cooped up inside hiding from the ridiculously high temps and humidity and I was anxiously waiting to hear if Mariah had made it into PreK (another post coming on that situation). The combination of confinement and not knowing what our school year would look like were driving me insane. Read More
As I edited last month’s pictures, I noticed something. My baby. Just last month with a pacifier in her mouth she was still a baby. Read More
Someone could sing that line of Avril Lavigne’s song to me after almost every one of our “fun family outings”. The rest of the song doesn’t apply, but man that line sure does.
I am not a spur of the moment, spontaneous person. Not at all. I’m a planner, a perfectionist. So our plans to go the fair this past weekend actually started an entire year ago….
We don’t do the Minnesota State Fair every year, and last year was a year we chose not to go. I took a couple to do a photo session instead. I went early Saturday morning and I fell in love with the not-too-crowded streets and cooler temps. I knew it would be the perfect time to bring my family – it would mean less stress and a happy family day at the fair. Finally.
Well…not so much. Read More
A year and a half ago I attended women’s night at my church. The theme was hope. My pastor was in the middle of a series of sermons about the same subject and we gathered at the beginning of spring to talk about hope and faith.
When I left I kept reading the little handout everyone took home. It had a few verses we’d talked about that night printed on the back. The one I kept reading over and over was Philippians 4:4-8. I wanted it to be my life. I wanted to to be full of joy again. I’d lost my joy during my college years, and I wanted to have a joyful life again. I clung to those verses hoping that if I read them enough they’d sink in and become true.
I posted it up in my home office. I tried to read it as often as possible. I thought maybe my first tattoo would be the word Joy so I could remember to be joyful. Read More
If you’re a Facebook or real life friend, you’ve heard way too much about sleep issues in our home. I blogged a bit about it awhile ago too. We’ve been delusional and losing sleep since December.
Yeah. That’s right, 8 months. Our child is only 18 months old. She was a great sleeper in the first half of her life. Then it all went terribly wrong.
In those 8 months we had only 6 full nights of sleep with wake up times ranging between 4:30am and 7:00, never any later. In the last month or so she started screaming bloody murder when we’d lay her down in her crib for naps or night time. We were taking her for drives to put her to sleep at night and rocking her or bringing her to our bed in the night in hopes to get more sleep. Read More
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