• Musings

    Schools, Covid & Dave Grohl?

    We have been trying to expand the musical horizons of what Munchkin and Little Miss listen to a lot lately. Mainly because there is such a wide variety of music and styles out there, but also because there’s only so much Gangnam Style a la Kids Bop we can handle in a week. (Oppan Gangnam Style, Gangnam Style…) I’ve been a fan of Foo Fighters and Dave Grohl for a long while now (yeah, I’m old), but he’s made me smile and rock out a bit more this year partly because of his comments about teachers. In July, he wrote an essay for The Atlantic where he’s quoted as saying:…

  • Life story,  Musings

    Carving & Camping

    When I was growing up at least once a summer my parents, brothers and I would go camping. Not the glamping that’s available now with central air, a fluffy bed and fully stocked kitchen, but the camping with canvas tents, sleeping bags and cooking over a campfire. We would bring cards for games (Uno anyone?) and I would always bring books to read in the afternoons between the daily visit to the beach* and dinner getting started. One thing my brothers, and I occasionally, attempted to do to help pass the time when camping was to carve sticks. We tried to make our own marshmallow roasting sticks with the fallen…

  • Musings

    Parenting in the time of Covid-19

    Covid-19 has been a pandemic now for almost six weeks. The Texas governor on Friday closed all schools, public, private and secondary education for the remainder of the current school year. Munchkin has been distance learning for three weeks and he’s got frequent Zoom meetings happening with his teacher and classmates each week and they will be continuing until the end of the 2019-2020 school year. Last week one of his classmates shared that they were sad they won’t be back at school this year for any field trips or fun activities that their teachers had planned for them. Hearing the sadness in the students voice made me sad and…

  • Musings

    Wait, what’s going on?

    Sorry for the lack of posting earlier. The month of February saw myself and Mister getting sick (flu-like) and then early March saw Munchkin getting sick (positive for flu-A) causing him to start Spring Break early, then the hot mess that is the Covid-19 pandemic happened. To be blunt and honest, I’m scared. I don’t know how this all will end, or when, but I am trying to rely on the fact that God knows how and when it will end. Doesn’t help sometimes when I’m feeling overwhelmed and Satan is sitting on my shoulder whispering that my anxieties are fact and I that I should feel hopeless. Anxiety in…

  • Musings

    I’ve got a boo-boo

    Do you remember when you were little and playing to your hearts content; with blocks, with dolls, outside with sticks and stones, or all of the above and you got hurt? Perhaps a stick poked you when you leaned over something, a plastic brick you didn’t realize was there decided to dig into the sole of your foot when you stood up, or maybe you got pinched when trying to fit a tiny plastic shoe onto a rigid foot of a doll? No matter how you were hurt, you had a boo-boo and wanted someone to help you feel better, right? I would typically seek out my mom to gain…

  • Musings

    Happy New Year! Almost…

    Today is the last day of 2019, and the last day of a decade. Whoa. Crazy. Due to tonight being a night where bedtimes are drastically stretched, Mister and I are attempting to get both Munchkin and Little Miss to nap. Key words there are ‘attempting’ and ‘nap’. So far we are 0-2 because neither kiddo wants to rest when there are fun things to do and play with from Christmas and just in their rooms in general. Even our house pony isn’t settling down to his typical afternoon siesta, probably cause there’s too much going on outside of his typical domain this afternoon with kiddos being on Christmas break…

  • Musings

    It’s Just a Phase

    How many times have you heard the phrase “it’s just a phase” or even said it yourself when dealing with a fussy baby or a toddler acting like a teenager? (threenagers are real and among us) Often we mutter it to ourselves or others when they’re going through a rough patch with the child, or children as a way to acknowledge their tough spot or more-often than not, as a way to minimize their struggle. I want to challenge you to consider that often quoted phrase as an encouragement to sink into your current phase and find the good in it. It may not be easy, in fact you may…

  • Musings

    Progress can be slow

    I’m not sure about where you are, but in south Texas March came in like a lion. Colder, way colder than typical temps and just generally very overcast days. I am thankful that no snow fell around us, but I know of friends who are still shoveling themselves out of that white stuff. Y’all can have that, I’ll be enjoying the temps being in the 60’s-70’s for the time being. The downside of all that cold and dreariness is that the sniffles and crud seems to cycle between myself and the kiddos, the Mister even got a touch of it briefly. (oh for a non-compromised immune system) The pediatric office…

  • Musings

    New Year, New You?

    I hope everyone had a good holiday season and it was merry and bright for them. I know I did. Family, Christmas movies and lots of yummy food were the main elements for us. Being in south Texas, there was no white Christmas, but there was a snow slide brought in by the church for the kiddos to ride after Christmas Eve services. They loved it and didn’t want to leave. Once the wrapping paper and stress-free packagings were dealt with, a sort of calm came over our house. I’m not sure if it was due to the new toys, having Oma & Pa visiting, or just one of those…

  • Musings

    Side Roads and Traffic Jams

    One of the many reasons I love my adopted state of Texas, is for their use of frontage roads along many of the main highways that surround where I live. Growing up in Ohio if I was headed almost anywhere that took the highway and there was an accident further on down the stretch, unless it was minor, you could be stuck where you are and be crawling along like a snail with the rest of the traffic until either the accident cleared or a detour was created. Rubbernecking was a finely tuned aspect of driving in Ohio.  So when my newly licensed self started driving solo, I started finding…