We are thisclose to finishing a May whirlwind. Seriously, it’s been nonstop action at home. Steve took his first overseas trip, the Fun Fair parked itself right by our house again for two weeks, and we’ve been managing a baseball/t-ball/running club juggernaut.
I really love the ages of the kids right now. They are very eager to do new things and can occupy themselves at home for much longer stretches. Plus, my oldest has more “drop off” playdates now, which are great ways to keep her busy with her remaining stretch of half-day school. Both kids have enjoyed baseball and running, so they are physically active, which thrills me. (The younger one is even riding his two-wheeler now–what a game changer for walks and rides around the neighborhood!)
Preschool graduation is less than two weeks away. After that, I’ll be a mom of two elementary schoolers. It was challenging this year to adjust to the bigger pond, but boy do I love the elementary school now. I am excited for my youngest and oldest to be reunited. They do amazing things when they are a team.
To celebrate the upcoming rite of passage, both kids are picking paint colors for their walls for some Memorial Day weekend painting. We’re updating toy storage (that ties into a major purge/organization phase I’ve been in for the last month) and hanging new decals. Gold dots for the soon-to-be first grader. Mario and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the preschool grad.
And as life spins, my life does too. I am volunteering for some great causes right now, including fundraising for our local playground. Nothing gets me more excited than an meaningful community project.
So here’s to two more weeks of life as we’ve known it this year. Can’t wait for summer vacation and the adventures it will bring.
Yesterday, I wore my FitBit overnight. It was not intentional, and I am not sure I’ve done it before. Nonetheless, when I woke up, I was eager to see how much sleep I logged. I couldn’t believe the figure when I saw it — 9 hours! I went to bed a little bit earlier than usual and fell asleep more quickly than normal.
My, how things change over time. Just a few years ago, that kind of uninterrupted sleep would have been impossible (I should thank the hubby now for his mid-sleep relocation to our youngest’s bed last night). It’s hard to believe that we spent YEARS sleeping with our oldest (who we had to wake up a half hour before the bus this morning!).
There are more signs in our house this month that time is marching on. I registered our four-year-old for kindergarten next year. I deleted the email about preschool registration as soon as it came through my inbox. I spent a great deal of time planning summer camps, knowing from last year that both kids desire some autonomy and time with peers throughout that long season.
We traveled to New York City a few weeks ago to celebrate Steve’s birthday. The kids saw their first Broadway show (School of Rock) and we enjoyed shopping at both the American Girl and Nintendo stores. Both kids were very grown up in the big city, enjoying a fancy lunch, a night in a hotel, and more.
Last weekend we finished our 2016 taxes, and it was a reminder that I’ve really jumped back into the workforce with a vengeance and will likely keep up this pace of work in the future. Thankfully, my gig is fairly flexible so it doesn’t require the amount of child care that we needed almost four years ago, but I am very much engaged with my business, both in nurturing it in its current state and growing it for the future. These kids morphing into elementary schoolers will affect my life quite a bit, and I need to remind myself that the often-frazzled feeling of being overworked may feel like a godsend in a few years when the house is quiet from 8:30 a.m. to 3:30 p.m. each day.
So time marches on in our house. In all honesty, I’ve been a little too scheduled lately to dig into the sentimental “where has the time gone” feeling, but there have been a few times in recent days where a wave of sentiment has washed over me. It’s generally related to the cute little boy who arrived in our lives five years ago this July. I know as preschool graduation approaches in late spring that I’ll be a mess. Until then though, I hope I can just enjoy this last sliver of the preschool years.
This year’s resolution trend is to chose one word to guide your year. Upon first hearing this, I thought the idea was a little bit too oversimplified. But as the concept settled in, I decided there was one word that really applied to my hopes, dreams, and goals for 2017: fun.
I’ve spent several years building a small business, rearing small children, and making a new (yet old) house feel like home. I am ready to shift gears. Focusing on how to make my life more fun is a refreshing approach.
Of course, I am still working, raising children, and cleaning and organizing a family home, but with fun guiding the way, I can certainly enjoy these tasks more. Here are some simple ideas of how to make things more fun:
- Work: Use a portion of my income to fund fun activities, like vacations and outings with the family.
- Kids: Figure out how much time I need to work each week and get the kids in school or activities for that amount of time. That way I can spend my time with the kids and my hubby on the weekends and have more fun.
- Home: Research better cleaning products that smell good, do their job effectively, and are good for the environment. Engage in an online organization board to motivate me to tackle clutter. Find new recipes that make meal plans a bit more exciting.
This mindset of fun is helping me pepper the calendar with family-focused or self-care-focused activities throughout 2017. First up is the Women’s March in Washington, DC, on Saturday. I’m going down with several mom friends in my community. Of course, while the point of the march is to be in solidarity with one another and with those whose rights are threatened in the current political storm, being with strong, fearless women will make the process of democracy and free speech much more fun.
Can’t wait to write more about my fun 2017!
Did the first week of January seem like a long week to you? I feel like I put a lot of energy into getting back to “normal” after so many weeks of fun holiday stuff. And you know what’s so hard about doing that, I realized? We are so dang tired from the holiday hullabaloo that really JUST ended. It was only Monday that we packed away the Christmas decorations. Then Tuesday through Friday were a blur of getting back to the school routines. And then the hubby worked early mornings both weekend days. Now we’re here on Sunday evening, and I am just getting caught up. Taking deep breaths. Relaxing by the fire.
But even though last week was tiring, it felt so good. It was awesome to embody the clean slate that comes with a new year. I immediately started thinking of travel plans ahead, new work challenges, and upcoming transitions for the kids. I am getting used to a new one right now. My son started five-day preschool last week, and for the first time since I left full-time work in 2013, I have every morning to myself. However, I quickly realized last week that it’s still not a lot of time. It will take a bit to find a new balance with the schedule to manage work, fun, exercise, and more into those five two-or-so-hour days.
This week should feel even more routine. The kids are in school all five days. Nora starts a few new activities this week, including Daisies (yay!). Steve and I started watching The Crown last week and will continue chipping away at it. And I am thisclose to getting caught up with This Is Us. And my neighbor just loaned me a new book that I can’t wait to begin.
Here’s to bleak, cold, and refreshing January.
The final week of 2016. Wow, what a year! It’s been a packed one, full of highs and lows and those in-between days.
Our house has been bopping this holiday season, hosting many family and friends for festivities and overnight stays. We’ve celebrated Christmas and Hanukkah and are reveling in winter break from school (which seems like a holiday in itself!). Earlier this week, we scored last-minute tickets to Disney on Ice, which felt like a great cap for the kids to a very fun and festive season.
I am happily brainstorming more exciting times in 2017. Now that we’re three years into our house and just one and a half years away from having the kids in full-time free school (yay!), I am starting to want more of our money to go to fun (rather than home repairs and tuition). Trips, tickets, amusements, you name it. I am challenging myself to come up with plenty of fun and not-too-outrageous plans for the year ahead!
Happy new year (almost)!
Yesterday marked Carson’s holiday performance at preschool and the start of his winter break. Nora, being the elementary-school big shot that she now is, will not be done until the afternoon of the 23rd. Things are getting real when it comes to this school calendar.
Carson loved performing his special songs for the audience, including “Keep Christmas With You” and “I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.” We had a singalong of Hanukkah and Christmas songs as well. It’s the last time we’ll be at this preschool performance (kindergarten for C beckons next year!), so the usual sentimental tears I shed at this annual event were even greater in number. Watching those moms of young children wrestle their brood made me even more watery-eyed! Life is evolving for me these days…
A true miracle came when Carson met Santa Claus. My fearful-of-dressed-up-characters offspring have avoided meeting Santa to date this holiday season, but Carson was pretty willing to sit on the big man’s lap after the performance. What does he want this year, you ask? A lot!
I hope you are having a great December. I just wrapped a big project and have one more to go until the jolly fellow arrives Christmas Eve! I am ready to see the kids tear into their presents!
November is nearly in the rearview mirror, and I feel like I am still soaking in Thanksgiving memories while frantically de-pumpkining my house for Christmas decorating. Tonight is the night I have to find the advent calendars to begin the official countdown, and boy, I am not sure I am prepared.
Our Thanksgiving visitors just left this morning, and we had a WONDERFUL holiday. Full of excursions (the Please Touch Museum, Longwood Gardens, and a short trip to New York City that included the American Girl Store and the very fun Nintendo store!), family (we saw lots of our favorite family members while doing lots of really fun things), movies (“Trolls” and “Moana”), crafts, and eating and drinking — so much of that!
I am giving myself a buffer of a few days to prepare for the next swing of celebrations. We are excited to host out of town family again very soon as well as our family Hanukkah celebrations. The kids already seem super wound up about the festivity in the air, so I am wishing myself luck in the next few days as I try to recharge for what’s ahead!
And the most challenging thing about December, of course, is getting all of the normal stuff done on top of the special stuff. Trying to make sure my calendar does not get too full.
I have been missing here lately. Life has been overwhelming. I’m parenting a kindergartener and an older preschooler, and things are challenging. I am balancing my roles as mom, small business owner, and volunteer. I feel like I am doing an OK job at a these roles some of the time, but I am struggling. There is not enough time. There is not enough energy. There is not enough of me.
And in case things weren’t feeling low enough, Tuesday was sure a shocker, right?! I am doing my best to process what happened and what is going to happen. I am an optimist and love our country. I believe good will come out of all of the despair, and I am eager to see how those of us committed to love will change the world again. I am confident it will happen.
In the meantime, I could not be prouder of how engaged my children were in this election (not the ugly stuff, but the voting) and how much they care about other people and want to learn more about how our democracy works. I can only hope that the examples I set for them now will empower them to spread goodness and hope throughout their lives.
I teared up and will continue to do so when I read Hillary’s concession speech from yesterday. My favorite quote is directed at young girls, just like my daughter:
I know we have still not shattered that highest and hardest glass ceiling, but some day, someone will, and hopefully sooner than we might think right now. And to all the little girls who are watching this, never doubt that you are valuable and powerful and deserving of every chance and opportunity in the world to pursue and achieve your own dreams.
May we work together to heal this country, listen to the needs of others, and spread love where it is most needed. Hoping my spirits lift for the holiday season ahead and that I can step up further and really make a difference in my family, my community, and my country.
Just about six years ago, we welcomed Nora into our world. She’s been lighting up our lives since that very day, and now it’s time for her next big milestone: kindergarten (and public school, the bus, and so much more).
Nora is an amazing kid with so much drive and determination. She’s completely ready for this next phase of her life. On the other hand, I am a nervous, emotional mess. How can it be that she’s school-aged now?
When Nora was born, I was acutely aware that we’d get an “extra” year with her at home because her birthday falls right after our school district’s cutoff date. Being the pragmatic person that I am, I definitely calculated the added year in terms of child care costs right away. It wasn’t until later that I realized how grateful I was to have that extra year with her. Nora benefited from her birthday falling where it does (likewise, her summer birthday brother seems perfectly suited for his given year of school as well). That additional year also helped me get my priorities straight and come into my own as a mom. Right before she turned three I took the plunge with a freelance career and left the nine-to-five life behind. That change allowed me to give her more of my time and really connect. This year we’ll still have some bonus time (kindergarten is just a half day in our district), so that leap keeps reaping rewards.
Every day I am delighted, humbled, and thankful for what this girl has brought me: more love, more patience, more fun, and more awe. I cannot wait to see Nora thrive in her new environment, even if it takes me awhile to adjust…