Cross-posted from Cherry Blossoms The Blog. My older boys are aged 9 and 11. They can (and do) prepare some basic foods, but they’re definitely old enough to learn some new skills in the kitchen. When I was 9, I was a little chef as I was independently baking all the cookies I wanted. […]Read More Camp Mama: Junior Chef
Fitbit sent me an email today. Hey Heather, you might sleep better if you improve your workouts. I’m paraphrasing, obviously, but it reminds me once again that Fitbit needs a Motherhood setting wherein rough nights are followed by an elimination of fitness goals for the day and naps and take out meals for the daily goals.Read More Fit Me This
Cross-posted from Cherry Blossoms The Blog. This week was crazy. My middle son had Cub Camp all week, which is enough to wear out anyone and their family, but since our district organizes a twilight camp (afternoon-evening) I figured I could still get away with Camp Mama during the day. In addition to Cub […]Read More Camp Mama: Vive La France!
Blue thinks that throwing food in the trash is less likely to offend me than telling me he prefers his quiche without broccoli. He doesn’t know me at all, I would have eaten it. It was delicious.Read More Feelings. Nothing more than Feelings
Cross-posted from Cherry Blossoms The Blog. The first week of summer is in the books and it was definitely one to remember! We packed so much living into one week and my children were engaged, creative, and hardly ever staring at a screen. So what did we do? Inspired by the very popular Percy […]Read More Camp Mama: Greek Week (aka: Camp Halfblood)
I offered him some iPad time and he requested a rain check because he just needed to paint bluebonnets. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about art as an imperative (there’s a blog post coming eventually) and am so happy to see it in my children.Read More Art as an Imperative
Cross-posted from Cherry Blossoms The Blog. We have only a few brief summers with our children before they are grown and gone. With my oldest we have long passed the halfway mark. If I sit too long and contemplate this I can work myself up to be quite sad about the whole thing, but […]Read More Intro to Camp Mama