… Because I forgot to set a low bar for the future. I mean, really. When G said she wanted a Star Wars themed party and that she’d already mentioned it at school and some of the kids were really excited about it (“I said I MIGHT have a Star Wars party, Mommy. MIGHT!”) I decided to just invite her whole class of 20-ish children. What else was I supposed to do? Invite only the girls to a Star Wars party? I know Star Wars is for everyone and lots of girls are Star Wars fans, but that just seemed like it would be a bit of a disappointment for some of the boys G is friends with. I didn’t want to invite just a few kids, because some of my daughter’s best friends don’t care about Star Wars … so how do you choose who to invite? So I figured that it would just be fun for everyone to host a short, Saturday, no-meals necessary, low-pressure birthday party. And then we genuinely did have a pretty good time planning it, and the party itself was great, thanks to the fact that I coaxed a few of my friends and my Mother to stay and help run it. Continue reading
We leave the house in the evening and walk to the barn to feed the cows, our family’s regular nightly chore. It’s just the two of us for once, so I don’t have to pay attention to the toddlers or nag your sister to hurry up. You walk beside me and you’re not sprinting ahead or lagging behind; you’re simply walking beside me, like another adult would. You tell me about something that happened that day at school with one of your friends and your teacher, and I’m half listening and half feeling grateful for this opportunity to spend time with this cheerful version of you, and not the argumentative and impatient one I’m seeing more of lately. See, you are definitely old enough now to realize that your parents are not perfect, not even close to perfect, but you’re not quite old enough to realize that your words and gestures matter to others and can even hurt your parents’ feelings. Right now, though, you’re simply happy. Continue reading
By Jac (and her daughters)
It was quite a long time ago, now, when my two oldest daughters let me interview them for a post. They’ve been asking me to do it again for a while now, and considering that I want them to LIKE my blog, I thought it was time to oblige. So may I present to you: the most convoluted review of a movie you’ve ever heard. Side-note if you haven’t seen it: the emotions they mention are the CHARACTERS in the movie. (To remind you: G is seven and a half, and E is almost six.)
E: G, what should we do?
G: I don’t know.
E (whispering): She’s typing everything we say!
E: Blah. This is the best blog post ever.
G: How’s it going mama?
Me: Ummm…. How about you start by telling me about your favourite movie of the summer? Continue reading
I mean that title literally: here’s my best guess as to what everyone in my family was thinking while we walked through the U-Cut tree farm, picking our Christmas tree, just a few weeks ago.
Our thoughts …
One-year-old N: Put me down! I will wiggle and wriggle and lunge for the ground until you put me on the ground like the big kids. Now pick me up! Why am I so far away from you when it’s so cold out and I’m tired? I will cry and reach for you till you do it. Hey! Put me down! It’s boring up here and I want to see what’s down there. No! Pick me up! Continue reading