Really interesting new data in this article about the recent rise of ADHD diagnoses…
I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.
Welcome to my World.
At fourteen months, Henry is almost done nursing. It’s bittersweet for me. I’m elated to buy beautiful lingerie again. I will be burning the terrifying nursing bras I’ve been wearing for three years straight now! I’m excited to have my very own breasts again. And I’m sad to have this most beautiful and sacred time with him come to a close. So, as we walked along the sea yesterday, he wanted to nurse. I sat down on the warm sand,…
We had such a magical morning. After retrieving the stuffed goldfish Henry was swishing in the toilet bowl, I turned on some beautiful classical music and set up the watercolors. Annabelle is at that age where her drawing has changed into people-type figures with heads and arms and legs. It’s amazing to watch. Henry is at that age where he sucks on his paintbrush and drinks the paint water. In any case, this is one of our favorite ways to…
So now, it was 2am in the middle of a remote forest in Norway, with snow so deep it could swallow me whole, and I’m riding on the back of a young man, surrounded by thick pine trees soaring straight into the sky. It was cold, and a little scary, but the adventure of it all outweighed the fear.
I loved this article: Can Emotional Intelligence Be Taught? I’m always fascinated by methods of teaching children empathy, kindness, and emotional intelligence. I have loved experimenting with how to teach my own children how to look around at the world to see how they can help others–those smaller, more vulnerable, or just people in general. It is important to me that they feel free to openly communicate their feelings to me. and I tell them how I feel so they…
You haven’t experienced Ash Wednesday until you experience it in New Orleans. It’s like Night of the Living Dead around here with all the people walking around with gray ash crosses on their foreheads. It’s like the city is filled with vampires. I’m assuming the ashes stand for purification and cleansing, (I’ve asked around, but have yet to google it)which the city needs after the Mardi Gras festivities! My neighbor, Allison, was telling me how she planned to take her…
Well, the first morning at Annabelle’s preschool went incredibly well. She ate a good breakfast of angel hair pasta nests, her favorite meal, and got dressed and out the door on time, wearing her little pink dress that has the word “Annabelle” monogrammed across the chest. On the way there, I told her the teachers would be speaking to her in a different language. She told me how she loves different languages. She immediately jumped in playing playdough with the…