Bugs and Toads

E. is at theater camp all week, and after we drop her off in the morning, M. and I have the day to ourselves. Yesterday, after running a few errands, lunch, and a nap, we spent the afternoon outside. Obviously I’m biased, but I feel M. is possibly the best absolute kind of little boy….

School Skippers

Sometimes it’s one of those days. The kind of day where everyone, especially Mama, wakes up cranky. It was crummy, rainy morning, and as we dragged ourselves about to get ready for the day, it occurred to me that I just wasn’t going to send E. to school this morning. Work has pretty much ground…

Earth Worm, Inch Worm, Book Worm

Reading has always been a big part of our summers. I am a reader, and all through my life nothing has made me happier than a stack of books, a comfortable spot on a porch or under a tree, and hours of the day, unfilled, stretched before me. Of course, now as a mother of…

Summertime Rhythm

I’ve spent the last several days going back through my books, going over my planner, and thumbing through my Whole Family Rhythms Summer Guide. While our whole summer is far from planned out (and I wouldn’t want to do that anyway), I’ve nailed down some solid events and activities. Below is a basic daily schedule,…

In Which We Go Camping, Part IV

Our last full day of camping was a rainy one, the kind where you just know you won’t be seeing the sun and nothing ever quite gets dry. After two absolutely glorious and warm sunny days, though, we were able to except the exceptional dreariness and found ways to entertain ourselves. Our little ones turned…

In Which We Camp, Part I

We have returned! And we are exhausted, sunburnt, maybe a little bit cranky, but above all, filled to the brim with peace and joy. As we were leaving our campsite today, my husband and I were discussing our next camping trip and where we thought we’d like to go. While we have a lot of…

And Away We Go!

It’s here! It’s here! It’s finally here! It has been tradition these past four years for my husband and I to pack up our children, drive several hours north, nearly to the Canadian border, and join my husband’s father, step-mom, and their grandson for an extra-long weekend of camping. Though I’m currently sitting comfortably in…

The Sweetest Gift

In our town there is group of nomadic boys who peddle on trick bikes, oversized baseball caps shadowing their eyes. They’re a collective of 7 or 8 ten to twelve year olds, mostly scrawny and unkempt, foul-mouthed and loud. I went to school with their brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, and in a couple…

Unplugged

April vacation is winding down. After today we just have the weekend and then it’s back to the grind of work and school (Little M. is really the only lucky one in this equation; he gets to spend a couple of days of his week with his lovely, play-based, Waldorf-inspired, guru Lori (I just can’t…