Want to know a secret? I don’t want my kids to be independent. You read that right. I believe independence as we see it in modern western society is entirely overrated and unhealthy. I would much rather my children learn … Continue reading →
Stomp, STOMP, STOMP! ROOOOOAAAAAAR! Everyone watch out because Momzilla is on the loose! Nothing brings her out faster than when everyone’s school stuff magically goes missing. Unfortunately, homeschool organization has always been my nemesis. Then I figured out the ‘backpack … Continue reading →
Years ago someone tried to teach me to juggle. I’m just about the least coordinated person on earth so I was completely overwhelmed. I couldn’t keep those balls in the air for longer than it took them to hit the … Continue reading →
If you’re just starting your journey with special needs homeschooling, you may be wondering what to expect from therapy. Here’s what it’s really like to have a kid working with a bunch of therapists. Speech therapist: “This week I want … Continue reading →
Me at my first homeschool conference: “Speakers, and vendors, and curriculum, oh my!” Your first homeschool conference can be as overwhelming as it is encouraging. Especially if you come unprepared. Take heart. I’m not going to leave you on your … Continue reading →
This isn’t what I signed up for. I’m tired. I’m anxious. I’m overwhelmed. Parenthood was supposed to be joyful. I was supposed to be happy. I was going to spend my days cuddling and reading books and my nights resting … Continue reading →
You know that moment when your kid asks you for something they REALLY want, but you have no idea how to make it happen? You know they are going to be so disappointed if you say no, but you you … Continue reading →
“Dang it! Bible Study is tomorrow and I forgot that I needed to bring a dish to share. Plus there’s the women’s tea coming up and I need to bring something for that.” This is me pretty much every week … Continue reading →
Last week my three year old turned into a complete lunatic. She was the kind of stark-raving mad where she screamed in my face over what color plate she got for breakfast. Then I heard a few sniffles, a cough, … Continue reading →
If you haven’t already read part 1 of Isabelle’s Birth Story, go do that now, then come back and pick up with the second half. When last we left off, I was in hard labor, swearing like a sailor, and … Continue reading →
