tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9575865856745869212024-03-14T01:58:32.370-07:00It takes a villageUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-58941084024661167632015-11-23T10:16:00.000-08:002016-11-23T10:17:59.299-08:00First Year Homeschooling Confessions- 5 Things I Did WrongWe are now in our 4th year of homeschooling. We have hit the "sweet spot". We have made it through the first 3 years, the first year of overachieving, the second year of doubt and burn out and the third year when we finally had the confidence to step outside of the box and do what worked for our family!<br />
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It is from this place of comfort that I can share with you the foolishness of my first year of homeschooling . I share this to encourage as I wished that someone would have shared their first year mistakes with me. When I pulled our pumpkin out of public school I wasn't really sure about what a day in the life of a homeschooler might look like. So I re-created school.<br />
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I bought three desks, put all of the three girls into one bedroom to open up a spare room for a "school room". I bought a white board and set up a reading corner and I (hanging my head in shame) even had a bell. I also had a schedule. Yes- this was my schedule for grade 1. We started and she was only 5 years old. I figured we would start "easy" so I could add in Latin and Greek on occasion. I keep this page to remind myself of how far we've come.<br />
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Math<br />
Reading<br />
Spelling<br />
Bible Lessons<br />
Money Management<br />
Geography<br />
History<br />
Nature Science<br />
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Gym<br />
Art<br />
Music<br />
Dance<br />
German<br />
French<br />
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I also "knew" I needed time for copy work but I thought that would probably best be done during Bible lessons. I also "knew" that all homeschool families were finished by noon so we would have to push ourselves so we could have time for field trips, socialization (whatever that was) and so the children could do cool projects- you know- the save-the-world type things that I'd read about homeschooling families doing together.<br />
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It was - not surprisingly a disaster- I had a grade 1 student (who was only 5 when we started in September) and a 3 year old and a 2 year old and I was a mess. No one stayed in their seats for 2-3 hours of lessons I had planned. And they wouldn't just quietly in the reading corner either! I think we lasted less than 2 weeks. They cried, I cried. My husband thought this was a disaster. I decided I was obviously not cut out to be a homeschooling mamma and I would have to admit defeat and send my children back to school. But I didn't want to. <br />
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So we took the next week off . I needed time to regroup. I bought the DVD series of Magic School Bus. Let everyone take some time off. Purchased a readingeggs.com subscription. Took a deep breath. Poured over homeschooling blogs, reached out to other homeschooling parents in my area.<br />
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We muddled through the first year, I pushed too much, but the younger children pushed back (thankfully) and insisted that we take a lot of breaks and then only a couple months in I realized that we had finished the aligned curriculum. Months ahead of schedule. My house however was a mess, I was stressed. I wasn't living the fantasy but couldn't even define it more less work towards it. I had spent so much time and so much money and I wasn't (if I was being honest) sure that my stack of worksheets I had so proudly accumulated really amounted to a hill of beans! And we didn't always love it.<br />
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I am so glad to say we have come so far from those first few days and weeks and yes even first few years of homeschooling. I made many mistakes but here are the top 5.<br />
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1) I tried to re-create school at home!</h3>
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The fear of the unknown is very powerful. As a child I went to school, I played school. I had wanted to be a teacher. I figured that this was the only way to teach your children. What I had to learn though was that homeschooling meant having the time and the flexibility to truly educate my children. I could teach them the skills required for success in daily life. I could model for them my own love of learning and rather than squash their natural curiosity I could feed it. The model of a school is designed to have many students and one teacher. Many curriculums are designed with this model. There are advantages to this model, and it is these advantages that i knew so this was comfortable for me. However I did not have a classroom of students who were all the same age. I had a family of children who had different needs and different abilities. Once I accepted that it would be better to work with what I had things improved. Family models of curriculum are also available but I had never heard of such a thing that first year. Curriculum designed to cover different grade levels- at the same time- and different learning styles. One great example is Mystery of History where we have a story that I read outloud to the children and then there are lots of different suggested activities to reinforce the concepts. Activities for different styles of learners and different ages. Our favorite science books are Apologia books because they have real information- and lots of it- but it is presented in such a way that we can read it out loud together and everyone understands.<br />
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Today I look at my children as the people they are and I try to encourage them and challenge them as individuals. This is such a blessing. They are individuals and I have the time and the resources and the support to treat them as such. I know their strengths and their weaknesses. I also know mine. I have learned so much about myself during this journey.<br />
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I believe that in my homeschool there is a place for sit down learning, jump around learning and even hang up side down learning. We took out the desks and the whiteboard and the bell and we converted the "school room" into a library with a cd player and comfy chairs and our spare bed. We made it a space that everyone wanted to hang out. We even put up an old horse saddle on a wooden stand as a cool reading seat. It doesn't look like a school anymore and we couldn't be a happier!<br />
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2) In the face of criticism and concern I reacted by pushing my children too hard and tried to do everything.</h3>
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Ever try to swim upstream? If you are a homeschooling mamma chances are you have had to battle against homeschool criticism. It doesn't seem to matter that study after study shows that homeschooled children are - on average- doing better academically, more involved in their communities and it doesn't matter how many studies say that "socialization" is not a valid concern and that homeschooled children are successful. As a new homeschool mother people asked me why I thought I could do it, why I dared to do it and many many many people showed concern for me and our entire family.<br />
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I also had my doubts - afterall my dream schedule had failed, I still didn't really have a plan , and I wasn't sure how we could be one of those super families because I certainly wasn't a supermom! <br />
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So I did what people do in the face of criticism, I set out to prove everyone wrong . I pushed my children. I confess. I wanted to be good enough. In fact I wanted to be better than good enough. I wanted to be AMAZING. And that first year I thought that meant that my poor children had to be AMAZING. I didn't understand that my children's greatest successes wouldn't be mine to brag about - but theirs. I didn't understand yet that my job wasn't to be competitive but to be loving and trusting. Trusting in the fact that I was their mother and that they were born in the image of God and were capable if only I would just get out of their way sometimes. <br />
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I am ashamed to say I pushed them , thinking that their ability to read early would quiet the naysayers. I pushed us all to do more extra curricular activities than we really had time for so that we could say we did it all too. I pushed for quantity over quality. And at the end of the day or week or month I knew that wasn't right, so I tried something else. One program after another. Not realizing at first that it was me that had to change.<br />
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Homeschooling is a paradigm shift.<br />
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3) I bought WAY too much stuff</h3>
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Thinking it was the curriculum that would solve our problems I bought them all. Well, maybe not all of them, but so many that it felt like it. I bought learning games (that we didn't have time for) and I bought worksheets and programs and learning DVD's. Most of which i've since consigned to the homeschooling store (for all of those other first year mammas who find comfort in having the stuff !). I kept Teaching Textbooks for math, and ONE set of math manipulatives. I love the Apologia books for science and A Child's History of the World is still one of my favorite read aloud books. We do Mystery of History as well. For LA I love the Lessons for a Well Trained Mind and in the beginning I love the Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons. Everything else is just unit studies and books, lots of living books! The only online program that we kept was readingeggs/mathseeds which everyone loves. I still have two totes of curriculum we will not use but i'm not ready to part with it yet. One day.<br />
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My advice is to find a homeschooling store and buy everything used until you find what you love!<br />
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4) I let the housework go- in fact I let everything else go for the sake of "education".</h3>
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I love homeschooling, I love how it is true to life and how the lines between education and living are blurred. In order to be sustainable over the long term I realized that I would have to somehow make these two different worlds "education" and "life" work together- not as separate entities! This was a hard lesson to learn. For that whole first year and a good part of the second year my house was a constant mess, sticky floors and piles of laundry-to-be-sorted heaped on the couch. It was stressful for all of us. <br />
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The worst part was I couldn't seem to figure out the food, I would set the table and make breakfast and then by the time everyone was finished eating and that was cleaned up I had lunch looming over me and by supper time I was exhausted and didn't want to cook the wholesome meals that I was used to.<br />
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After a while and lots of trial and error, and tears, and prayer I realized that education and life are one. The skills of perseverance and hard work that I was trying instill through education were easily found in chore time. We started our day with family chores, these are not individual chores like cleaning your room or picking up your toys, but family chores like doing dishes/laundry and cleaning floors. We learned to work together to make our home a happy and clean and peaceful place. It helped that the girls were growing up and once we realized we were spending more time at home we wanted it to be a nice place to be! <br />
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5) I didn't have a goal or mission statement to keep me focused on where I was going.</h3>
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They say if you don't know where you're going it doesn't matter how fast you get there! I have always been a very conscientious person who appreciates clear goals and objectives. When we started I didn't have them. I pulled our children out of the system for many reasons. My daughter who had completed kindergarten used to bring all of the food that she was given at school home in her back pack. I told her I would pay her for every piece. Turns out she got junk food and treats almost EVERY day, she had allergies and yet that didn't stop people from giving her suckers in the hallways when she was walking quietly or candy in the playground when she lined up nicely. The staff and parent volunteers were not checking in with her teacher regarding her allergies. This was alarming to me because our youngest has much more severe dietary requirements and limitations. I couldn't be sure that she would be able to manage in a school where food was handed out willy nilly! Coupled with a few negative experiences with the school and with some amazing research about the successfulness of homeschooling we took the plunge. <br />
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These things do not make a mission statement. They are a list of things I didn't want. It took a lot of prayer and conversation and soul searching to find out what we really wanted for our family. Trying to teach with the end goals in mind allows us the flexibility and freedom to change our plans as necessary when they are no longer helping us reach our goals! <br />
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Brrr! It is cold outside and time again to bring out the big soup pots to keep our family warm. Here is my FAVORITE soup recipe. We call it "friendship soup" because of how many vegetables it takes and how it would be a nice hearty soup to make with a few friends to help chop and visit (maybe with a nice glass of white wine? ). My kids eat it, my family eats, everyone loves it.....except my mother in law. But that's ok.<br />
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Please share your favorite soup recipe! We are now gluten and dairy free so i'm having a hard time finding soups that might work with these new restrictions- bonus points if you share a gluten/dairy free soup recipe!<br />
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one medium zucchini peeled and seeded and diced</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-10647763268243434612013-10-22T05:53:00.001-07:002013-10-22T17:13:01.580-07:00Give a Little Love! <br />
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When my first daughter was born, while we were still in the hospital, she was nursing and started choking. I ran -frantic- to the nurses station where the nurse grabbed her, flipped her over and patted her back. She started to cry. It was the most beautiful sound compared to the almost silent gasping she had done before. The nurse looked at me and said " ALWAYS be thankful that your baby is crying- it means they are alive". My first born was a horrible sleeper, and then suffered from night terrors and cried often. I was often exhausted but when i'd hear her cry i'd be thankful that she was alive. Now my girls are older and are at the stage I call "active " parenting. I feel like i'm often correcting. But sometimes I get a reality check. When I see how desperately some parents hope for their children to be able to shout even if it is at their sister, or whisper after lights out or write on the wall, or go play and drag mud in the house, or chase the dog I remember first to be thankful that my children are growing up able to do these things. I still have to correct my children - but do it more gently and thankfully these days.<br />
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This is Teagan before a prolonged seizure left her without sight, ability to speak and virtually no control over her body.<br />
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Over the last two years her family has worked hard to help her extensive brain injuries. They have been working with local healthcare professionals and alternative natural therapies. These are helpful, but the greatest chances are occurring with an alternative treatment she's gotten from MNRI therapy by Dr. Masgutova. On this link is a short video illustrating how far she's come. And how far she still has to go.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/treatment4teagan/98097">http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/treatment4teagan/98097</a><br />
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I met her family years ago, long before Teagan's seizure. A Christian homeschooling family of 4 girls they inspired me to consider homeschooling for my own family. Their children are a wonderful testament to the love and care showered down on them. My own children call her daughters the "T" girls - and while they have not had an opportunity to hang out with them in over a year- their memories of them are so strong they still talk about how wonderful they are. Especially neat considering the fact that these girls are considerably older than mine and into their own teenage stuff- but yet took the time to make my littles feel treasured!<br />
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After a particularly successful treatment this summer the family is in full swing for fundraising to help raise enough money to send her again (and again and again!). They've done online auctions, and BBQ fundraisers, bottle drives and selling everything from candles to spices to chocolates door to door. They have been wonderfully successful allowing them to go to the united states for treatment three times already. But now they are starting again. Trying again. And my heart breaks for them. And I wish I could reach out and convince everyone to give $10 or $25 so they can help reach their goal- at least for the next treatment- because it adds up and fuels hope. Hope that maybe one day they will be able once again to communicate with their little girl- hope that people really do have goodness and generosity and hope that one day their life might resume what we take for granted every single day- normalcy !<br />
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I don't know how to get this story out- or how to get help for this family , maybe you can help ? Maybe YOU can donate $10 or $25 or $10,000 to help them reach their goal? And if you cannot right now afford to help, please pass this on, and please get on your knees and pray! Thank you so much.<br />
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<a href="http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/treatment4teagan/98097">http://www.youcaring.com/medical-fundraiser/treatment4teagan/98097</a><br />
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For more information<br />
<a href="http://www.treatment4teagan.org/">http://www.treatment4teagan.org/</a><br />
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On any given day I confess my house isn't as clean as it should be- dishes in the sink, or on the counter, shoes haphazardly left at the door and a stray book or two that somehow has drifted to the floor. We homeschool and are often home for the entire day- which mean that despite our best intentions our house always has a "lived in " kinda feel.<br />
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We strive for order and cleanliness and as part of the character development aspect to our children's education and as such we often are heard talking about "chores". I believe chores are important to children and parents. I believe that if a child does not participate in doing chores then they will have lost a valuable opportunity and experience for personal growth- and quite frankly their spouses and children might not appreciate it very much either!<br />
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We started with chore charts- for our three children- and an allowance which was loosely attached to them. But sometimes mommy wound up emptying the dish washer, setting the places at the table and even sweeping the floor. It seemed that before long I was doing all of their chores and that's no good at all!!<br />
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So we started something a little different. Each child is responsible for cleaning up after themselves- clearing the table and setting their spots, putting away their toothbrushes and laundry. In addition each child - every day- is responsible for a specific amount of time for "communal" chores. These are chores that need to be done for the sake of everyone in the house. The shoes need to be straightened- laundry needs to be done/put away- the hallway needs to be vacuumed- and sometimes mommy just needs someone to help her clean by being her runner to different rooms of the house to put things away. We start the timer in the morning and we all work together to keep the house clean! It has been a neat thing for our family. They learn that they have both individual and communal responsibilities. We all do it together. If they do not finish their chores in the designated time then we carry on with our day but they must finish them during their "FREE TIME" before they begin anything else.<br />
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This is my quote of the day- I found it on facebook and searched for the author but only seem to find "author unknown".<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-41327137469806728622013-07-22T05:42:00.001-07:002013-07-22T05:42:21.627-07:00Educents I like to be "in the know" when it comes to new homeschooling resources and feel that there are so oh so so many great programs that sometimes it is overwhelming to figure out what might work best for my family (and fit in my budget). I've been thankful to have the opportunity to try out some of the products available through educents and love that they are such amazing deals!<br />
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If you would like to see what i'm talking about - <a href="https://www.educents.com/#researchedparenting">https://www.educents.com/#researchedparenting</a> here is the link!!<br />
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The most recent product i've been able to sample (in order to write about it on my blog) has been <span style="background-color: #22bfb1; color: white; font-family: Lato, sans-serif; font-size: 19px; line-height: 19.1875px;">Digital Creativity Box for Kids </span>m and I'm amazed by how many different types of products are available. This is designed for the busy mamma as an organized set of suggestions for activities pertaining to specific themes- for example if the theme was hot/cold then there might be a game, a craft, recipe and a coloring page.<br />
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Personally I ENJOY coming up with different activities and crafts and encourage my children to come up with them as well for topics that interest us- but i know many mammas who dread it. This is for you.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-26049626066289452982013-07-19T08:00:00.002-07:002013-07-20T21:50:30.707-07:00Super Excited - Games For Language (AKA maybe my kids will learn German in spite of us)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My children *should* be bilingual. My husband is German and his family live in Germany. He moved to Canada so we could be together. A more romantic love story I've never heard. I imagined I would quickly pick up the language and we would raise bilingual- no multilingual children who would one day follow our love of travel all over the world. Sadly i was mistaken - even though we go to Germany at least every second year- my children somehow are NOT multilingual. They are not even bilingual - I feel like we've failed them. So I have purchased German books, dvds and cds. I have done German language programs one after the other and somehow it just doesn't click. If I'm honest- I lack the consistency required for language learning.<br />
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I was asked to do a review for Games for Language. I have to admit i wasn't even a little bit hopeful. It started out so slowly- I was sure my daughter wouldn't keep with it- but i was wrong!! This is so exciting. They started off so slowly- building confidence, teaching how the different games worked and now my daughter (age 7 but a strong reader) is hooked! Since this is something she can do on her own for 10 min a day i am now wondering- could this be it?<br />
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BUT the most exciting part? Well......it is on SALE RIGHT NOW- so today try the demo- fall in love and then tomorrow it is on sale - HERE - <span style="background-color: #e5eef7; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: nowrap;"> </span><a href="https://www.educents.com/#researchedparenting" style="background-color: #e5eef7; color: #135fab; cursor: pointer; font-family: Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; white-space: nowrap;" target="_blank">https://www.educents.com#researchedparenting</a> you can purchase a 6 month or 12 month subscription for up to 43% off a great deal!!<br />
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I was given a sample in order to try and post about it on this blog- but the opinions stated are my own. I have included my referral links as well and appreciate your support. Have a blessed day.<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-2054555946106063392013-07-02T13:59:00.000-07:002013-07-02T13:59:02.401-07:00Rock N LearnThis week I've been given 4 preview DVD's from Rock N Learn- and as some down time after a park date today was the perfect time to try one out. We watched Letter Sounds <a href="http://rocknlearn.com/html/letter_sounds.htm">http://rocknlearn.com/html/letter_sounds.htm</a><br />
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I was excited to start the DVD as it looked interesting and informative- as a homeschooler we are always looking for "educational opportunities" and if my kids are watching television then I certainly hope they are learning something positive! It was long- just over an hour- but the kids were glued to it the whole time- which I found surprising. It was engaging and enjoyable. The age range suggested was 4-7 and my 3, 4 and 7 year old were watching with interest.<br />
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I appreciated the opportunity to review this DVD and am looking forward to watching the other DVD's with my children.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-3357468383434222942013-06-23T21:02:00.001-07:002013-07-19T08:23:10.190-07:00Never Ending Quest for Home School Resources! <div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">
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This morning my mother called me to tell me that she and my sister had booked to run their first 1/2 marathon together later this year. My mom is a seasoned marathon runner and so it was exciting to hear that my sister would join her.<br />
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This afternoon there were at least two explosions that went off during the Boston Marathon. An 8 year old died. Over a hundred injured- the numbers keep increasing. My little baby will be 8 this year so this really really hits home.<br />
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I didn't hear about it right away- I was at a field trip chatting with other homeschool mothers - we talked about social media and technology and the world our kids were going to grow up in. A world where there was uncertainty and violence and information- lots of information- but sometimes not enough wisdom.<br />
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My children won't know about this tragedy. We do not watch television and they are not online on their own. And I am thankful I can protect them from this- thankful that I can shield them - even if only a little bit for a little while- from some of the ways evil portrays itself.<br />
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One of my go-to parenting books that is in my shelf is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Simplicity-Parenting-Extraordinary-Calmer-Happier/dp/0345507983/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top" target="_blank">Simplicity Parenting </a> and I love this book for so many reasons but i think my favorite part is when the author Kim John Payne discucsses why it is important to shield our children from the evil and the ugly in the world- since it is so elequently expressed in this book I will not try to restate it here- but basically the idea is that childhood is a special opportunity and should be cherished as they will grow up too soon. The wonderment and beauty of the world should not be tarnished for them by the grown up fears and issues.<br />
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So I will not tell my children- but I will hug them a little closer and read and extra story tonight. I will pray for those who were killed and injured and their families. <br />
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I can feel myself taking deep breaths as I pace up and down in my kitchen, scrubbing the counters with abandon. If you would watch me you might think I was lacking oxygen, fighting off tears or battling exhaustion but instead I'm trying to combat a little addiction of mine called Facebook. You see earlier today I (somewhat rashly) decided to take myself off of Facebook.<br />
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Now I have done this before- taken a "Facebook Fast" - however it has always been for myself for a set period of time. I've wanted to create more time or wanted to re-focus on an aspect of my life. Today though it is different.<br />
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Today I am making a silent protest. Silent because no one (save the 12 people who follow this blog) will ever know what I am doing. I am making a protest against the abuse of social media. Earlier this week teen <a href="http://ca.news.yahoo.com/rehtaeh-parons-case-reopened-police-192759798.html" target="_blank">Rehtaeh Parons</a> died after committing suicide because she couldn't escape the criminal harassment following a tragic rape. Photos of her during the rape were taken and shared- on social media. And she feared that as long as she would live those photos could haunt her.<br />
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Social media is the communication medium for our current generation- they live their lives (to a large extent) based on the influences of social media. In some ways this is not so different from generations earlier when social norms were strictly enforced and those who deviated from those norms would face public humiliation and ridicule. But in some ways it is different. Social media ebbs and flows- not with Biblical standards, or a sense of right and wrong but instead rewarding that which is more different or extreme with more "likes" and "comments" . Social media is merely a tool, a technology that we must teach our children to control (rather than be controlled by it) but it is also something that plays into the deepest part of who we are- we are driven by the need to belong, to find our place - to learn that we fit and it is this quest that makes us so so so vulnerable. On Facebook adults (myself included) struggle sometimes with hurt feelings or frustrations because we feel we are being judged incorrectly or misunderstood or simply not valued. I am so thankful that Facebook didn't exist when I was a teenager.<br />
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So today I say goodbye to my Facebook account in a small act of protest. I say good bye to my Facebook account because I am a mother to three wonderful little girls and I don't want them to grow up thinking that what matters is what is on Facebook. And while I will miss my Bible study groups, my homeschooling support, and the photos of friends around the world- I will sleep well knowing that I am doing what I can- as little and as insignificant as it might be.<br />
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I pray for Rehtaeh Parons and her family, I pray that Jesus returns, I pray that I can be a good mother and while I will at some point have to navigate the messy waters of social media with my children and teach them how to manage- today I do not. Today I just have to hold them close and be thankful they are ok.<br />
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Quotes for today <span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.”</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">My husband cannot imagine why this is making me so excited but I feel like i just won the Barbie lotto! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> If your house is like mine there are more naked Barbies hanging around than you would care to admit. When someone comes over I try to stuff them behind the cushions or under the couch worried that the guests will be alarmed by such a sight. Now realistically I understand it is normal to strip dolls and especially Barbies and that it is difficult for little fingers to dress the dolls back again. I remember playing with many a naked Barbie as a child and I'm sure I turned out alright yet they still make me uncomfortable on some level. I know that Barbie doesn't have nipples and neither Barbie nor Ken have genitals. But somehow it still seems wrong to see them all thrown naked in the bottom of the Barbie drawer. I know many a household that has a "no naked Barbies outside of the house" rule. And some only let them play with this much disputed doll on the condition she remains clothed at all times! While it may seem bizarre to those not in the middle of the Barbie season of your life- this is a real issue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Well my friends- I have found the solution! This week at church a little girl joined our row with her Barbie in tow and her mother had painted a bra and undies on Barbie with black nail polish! It was so neat. So I quickly went home and started to paint our own Barbies. I painted bras and panties and swimsuits and a next on my list is a tankini . They are pink and blue in wonderful matching little ensembles and now at the end of the day when my children toss them in the Barbie drawer they don't look so naked- so exposed and so unloved. </span><br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-50175537377731350782013-03-22T15:54:00.000-07:002013-04-12T16:20:32.382-07:00Why The Easter Bunny Doesn't Visit My House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKe6a-tuVjP3K_qLCqwi8bcVQ9kbte8NtMdQCt3nBbUJjkAJ6hQpm_WCJ2A3MCwivgB3HfdXffBOvIHr27RxClvVt55X7t-0JI4PtsYOiArNFBkuhMDCifrGcohtWFQ4YlN169tFay2KN/s1600/easter-bunny-egg.gif"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726304335039846594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKe6a-tuVjP3K_qLCqwi8bcVQ9kbte8NtMdQCt3nBbUJjkAJ6hQpm_WCJ2A3MCwivgB3HfdXffBOvIHr27RxClvVt55X7t-0JI4PtsYOiArNFBkuhMDCifrGcohtWFQ4YlN169tFay2KN/s320/easter-bunny-egg.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 261px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
Spring is in the air and it is time again for me to start thinking about cleaning- a type of spring cleaning if you will. A spiritual and physical time to reflect and purge the "old leaven" from my life. It wasn't so many years ago that springtime had a different meaning. I grew up with springtime synonymous with Easter baskets, chocolate and the smells of grandma's house.<br />
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It was one of my favorite times of the year- and yet it is one that my children have never experienced.<br />
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In university I started attending a few different churches- i'd go with friends to youth groups and various activities. I also was majoring in English Literature. So the Bible became a bit of a puzzle to work on, a bit of an interesting study - in a way it wasn't before. And I soon came to realize that most of the churches I was attending didn't actually follow the Bible. And I couldn't figure out why.<br />
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Instead of focusing on ways in which God has outlined - and behaviors that are listed as appropriate in His sight- it seemed that there was a greater fascination with Pagan customs and rituals. And I learned that the origins of what we know as Halloween, Christmas and Easter were not Christian origins.<br />
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And for some reason that didn't sit well with me.<br />
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And then I read this<br />
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"<i>When the LORD your God cuts off from before you the nations which you go to dispossess, and you displace them and dwell in their land, take heed to yourself that you are not ensnared to follow them, after they are destroyed from before you, and that you do not inquire after their gods, saying, 'How did these nations serve their gods? I also will do likewise.' You shall not worship the LORD your God in that way; for every abomination to the LORD which He hates they have done to their gods; for they burn even their sons and daughters in the fire to their gods. Whatever I command you, be careful to observe it; you shall not add to it nor take away from it.</i>" (<a class="lbsBibleRef" data-reference="Deuteronomy 12.29-32" data-version="nkjv" href="http://biblia.com/bible/nkjv/Deuteronomy%2012.29-32" target="_blank">Deuteronomy 12:29-32</a>).<br />
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And I wondered - is that what happened- did we just take on the customs of worship that other religions had and tried to "Christian-ize" them?<br />
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I understand that there are many good things that seem to come from celebrating Christmas and Easter- homeless are fed, people learn some things about Jesus and it is an enjoyable family time. But I think about the tree of good and evil. I think about how disobeying God was rationalized. And I wonder how we rationalize it today.<br />
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The other day I met someone and mentioned that I am preparing to observe Passover. She said oh- I must be celebrating the Jewish holidays. That is what most people say. Most people assume I am Jewish. Some remember that Jesus was born a Jew.<br />
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Some remember that <strong>1 John 2:4-6 and </strong><strong>1 Corinthians 11:1.</strong><br />
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I have many Jewish friends, and Muslim friends, and Catholic friends and I yet I am not any of these things- I am Christian by the most technical literal definition. I strive to follow Jesus Christ from the examples in the Bible. And since they do not mention chocolate bunnies, rabbits laying brightly colored eggs and the worship of the fertiltiy godess Ishtar as being behavior that Jesus Christ chose- then I will not chose that either- for as for me and my house- we will strive to follow the Lord- and not the preconceived ideas of my youth - but rather the black and white of the Bible that I am so blessed to be able to own.<br />
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In so many ways as a parent I find I'm second guessing myself- which curriculum is best, how many activities, how many Barbies (can I have Barbies? Should they be allowed to be naked? ) how do I discipline? - yet there are a few times when I don't have to wonder is this the "right" thing. For our family the Easter Bunny is not a part of our life and each year when talk to our children about the exodus out of Egypt and our own exodus out of sin I am reconfirmed that it is a good decision for our family!<br />
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-60068338900256598452013-02-26T16:28:00.000-08:002013-04-12T16:31:42.448-07:00PKU ~ A Day in Our Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last week my youngest daughter crossed a threshold from toddler into preschooler and I spent most of her birthday remembering not the day of her birth but the defining moment when she was 7 days old. Perhaps you've read that story <a href="http://researchedparenting.blogspot.ca/2011/02/200-pounds-of-life.html" target="_blank">HERE</a> so I won't repeat it but it was a terrifying time for us as a family. We didn't know what PKU would mean for us and for our lives and most of all what that would mean for our precious Carolyn.<br />
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Here we are 3 years later. Carolyn wakes up in the morning and comes to snuggle and promptly announces she wants her "milky" but before I'm even up she's off again playing with her older sisters- somedays she's a horse named Cookie and some days she's a kitten named Saraphina. Every day is full of laughter and fun. And most days a bit of mischief too. So after her morning "milky" (her PKUspecial formula that she will be on for the rest of her life) we all sit down for breakfast- she enjoys vanilla flavored cultured coconut milk and raspberries. She also enjoys a specialized PKU porridge that took me forever to figure out how to make (I boil water and let it sit for about 5 mins then add about one cup of water to 62 grams of PKU porridge and stir for 4 min). Some days we special pancakes that come from a special pPKU pre made mix. And some days she has her special PKU toast with Biscoff spread. I was so worried when she was born that she would never be able to sit and eat with us- because she would long for what we were having and not have anything at all. Instead the opposite is true- most days her sisters wish they had PKU because they think that her food looks more interesting than theirs (although when I've ever let them taste something they say it is "yucky" so we now have a stricter no sharing policy and a severe no saying "yuck" policy!). She doesn't cry because she is hungry- she cries because i make her sit at the table to finish her food! After i re-weigh what she didn't eat and log her food and plan what food she will need for the rest of the day to reach exactly her phe requirements and her calorie requirements then our day really begins.<br />
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I homeschool our children and the reason I started was actually out of fear. You're not supposed to admit that but I was afraid that Carolyn would not be able to have PKU and thrive in the school system. I was worried she would get a cookie from a parent helper or be bullied because her "milky " smells weird. So I pulled our oldest out of school and have never looked back. We love homeschooling and we're all thriving in so many ways. Today though I don't have that same fear- at barely 3 years old whenever someone gives her anything she asks if it is "low phe" or "high phe" and if they do not know the answer she asks if they have weighed it and if not then she will not eat it. In fact one day I was feeding her and absentmindedly put my spoon from my plate in her mouth and she wouldn't close her mouth- I quickly realized what I had done and took the offending food out of her mouth and she promptly said " I don't want to get SICK mom!".<br />
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So our day begins with a bit of reading and puzzles (she can do a 24 piece puzzle at this point) and then either play doh or beading or coloring while I help her older sisters. She does a computer reading program a couple of days a week. She is amazing. She works on writing her letters and colors better and better every week. She is a bit of a handful sometimes- she has lots of spunk and always thinks she is right and doesn't always listen to rules and is sometimes openly defiant. There are times when I cannot find a consequence or a bribe for her to change her behavior and I wonder if that is PKU related. She's sometimes shey- even with us- and I wonder if that is PKU related. I suppose I will always wonder. She is gentle with her dolls and loves them very very much - but she also is in love with tractors and big trucks and likes to wrestle and play farme (which is interesting as we have a houseful of girls who are all very girly and so she's had to find this path on her own). She is the most empathetic child I've ever met and is always there to kiss it better and make people get along.<br />
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We have lunch and she's started to eat soup (although she doesn't like it) or sandwhiches with her special PKU bread and lots of veggies or sometimes for a special treat - french fries! My daughter has a tolerance of 250mg of PHE per day. It is one of the lowest tolerances in our area. I was terrified there wouldn't be anything I could feed her- but there really is. Her favorite is PKU pasta and Daiya Cheese Alternative. And of course more of her "milky"!<br />
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After lunch she still has a nap- and I generally can gauge her level of PHE in her blood by how well she sleeps both at naptime and during the night. When her levels are high she simply doens't sleep- she'll fall asleep for a few moments and then wake up again- she won't nap and the combination of her feeling unwell from her high levels and her lack of sleep makes her difficult. She's uncharacteristically mean, will destroy things, have tantrums and generally be angry and defiant. Thankfully these times are rare. Most of the time we have a change in levels it is becaue she's been ill. Another PKU mother once suggested that i manipulate the calories and PHE on days she is ill and since then it has been much better. They need more calories when they are ill in order to function.<br />
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After naptime we might head out to swimming lessons or go to for a playdate or go shopping. She is very social and while she is sometimes very shy as well she thoroughly enjoys other children - and plays well with them. She 's starting to play real games like Candyland and she somehow always wins.<br />
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For supper she eats only vegetables and has her "milky" so we are always careful to make sure that we all share the same vegetables as often as possible. There are many families who take the stance that their PKU child must learn to be different from an early age so they do not provide the same kinds of food whenever possible. I take the opposite stance. I believe that PKU is a big deal and we talk about it a lot- we talk about how many calories and how much PHE she's eaten and if she wants something that is higher PHE we negotiate on what she'll need to eat that is lower phe for the rest of the day. But her plate looks similar to her sisters whenever possible!<br />
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By the end of the day it is time for bed and she pretty much gets herself ready, we read a story and thank God for our blessings and for the fact we live in such an awesome country that provides access to special food and formula to help her thrive.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-7142592944424822682012-12-19T16:24:00.000-08:002013-04-12T16:24:37.075-07:00Shooting in Connecticut - This is not why I home school my kids By now we've all heard about the tragedy that has hit Connecticut earlier today. The deaths of so many innocent children - kindergarten children - just sitting in their classroom is almost too much to wrap one's mind around.<br />
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In response there has been a fury of Facebook and other social media debates- gun debates, debates about God and debates about funding for mental illness. And debates about public school .<br />
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The word "homeschooling" is being tossed around as a last ditch hope.<br />
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And as much as I love our homeschooling experience and as much as I would love to see a revival of the homeschooling movement- this bothers me. It bothers me because homeschooling isn't a last ditch hope- where your kids will be safe from the evils of the world. Homeschooling isn't the equivalent of locking them up in a bubble wrapped life. <br />
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Homeschooling is a blessing to our family because I am able to spend so much wonderful time with my kids and because they are able to spend so much time together - playing and being kids.Homeschooling is a blessing to our family because of how we are able to finally find the time to instill the values we want for our children, finally have the time to be the parents we envisioned we would be before kids came along. We also spend less time disciplining and more time loving on our children because we make realistic routines for them that are consistent yet flexible (sometimes we just need a rest or reset time!). It has been so much more for our family than we had ever imagined it could be.<br />
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But it will not protect your children from evil. Mass shootings at shopping centers, movie theaters and busy streets will still happen.<br />
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We are vulnerable because there is evil in the world. And there will continue to be evil in the world until Christ returns. Today I spoke with a friend about evil. How funny it is that we can all see evil as an entity-and speak about it without talking about where it comes from. It seems rare that Satan is mentioned- people continually question what is God doing allowing this suffering but don't want to talk about Satan. In fact in the gallup poll links you can see that more people believe in God than even believe in Satan! How is this possible?<br />
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<a href="http://www.gallup.com/poll/7858/devil-demographic-details.aspx">http://www.gallup.com/poll/7858/devil-demographic-details.aspx</a><br />
<a href="http://www.gallup.com/poll/23470/Who-Believes-God-Who-Doesnt.aspx">http://www.gallup.com/poll/23470/Who-Believes-God-Who-Doesnt.aspx</a><br />
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That baffles my mind- what do we know about God except what the Bible teaches us- and if we use the Bible as our reference how can we not believe in Satan?<br />
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Don't pull your children out of public school because you are afraid. Pull them out because you want more time to love on them and enjoy them when they are still young. Pull them out because you know you as a parent *CAN* give them the education they need- an education that extends past the three R's and includes<br />
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I've found this free e-book to be helpful to start a Bible study about suffering . <a href="http://www.ucg.org/booklet/why-does-god-allow-suffering/">http://www.ucg.org/booklet/why-does-god-allow-suffering/</a><br />
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I love to see our homeschooling community growing- there are more classes, groups, opportunities, field trips than even a couple of years ago when we started on this journey- but I don't believe in living our lives based on fear. We cannot fear society. We must do our part - take a stand- protest the gun legislation, fight for funding for mental illness and choose our priorities wisely - investing in our children and their well being.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-58779269796666883002012-11-23T10:07:00.000-08:002016-11-23T10:12:07.503-08:00Puppies are HARD work. <h2 style="text-align: center;">
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After the terrible disappointment of our last puppy and Parvo we have waited a year for our ground to be clear of any sign of infection and decided it was time again to get another puppy! Meet Spencer. <br />
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Puppies are so cute and so soft and snuggly. They hold so much potential and are such a source of joy. Yet in our family getting a puppy is also a lot of work. We run a 2-3 week BOOTCAMP for puppy and kids and parents. Laying most everything else aside we start creating the experiences that we want later on and for the rest of the dog's life. <br />
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There are so many amazing dog training books out there but they are not all created equal and I've spent many years reading books and talking to family who have been very successful for dog training and we have a bit of dog training program that has always been very successful for us. <br />
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Dog training for me has two part- building the relationship and defining expectations. <br />
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Building the relationship is the fun part, the snuggles and playtime joy of watching them discover new things like snow or toys or even their own tail. <br />
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Defining expectations is a bit more tedious. We believe that a dog who knows what is expected of them is a better dog and a happier dog. So from the very first day we set those expectations. I don't want to have a dog for the next 10 years that is a handful, that is not reliable and that I am always stressing about. I feel that a bit of hard work during the puppy stage is well rewarded for the rest of the dogs life. <br />
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Our motto when training is<br />
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What that means is that you cannot, from across the room, yell "sit" and expect that will be successful- we teach the children , and remind ourselves that we have to be present and physically able to follow through so that the dog actually is successful EVERY SINGLE TIME that word is said. The only exception if the command "go pee!" <br />
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When we first bring puppy home it is a big and scary place and there are lots of rules and expectations. We try to help the puppy be successful by not letting them ever navigate alone in those first days. If puppy is really young (8-9 weeks old) we actually keep them in our arms for most of the first three days, with a couple of hours a couple of times each day in the kennel unless we are outside then they are onleash. They are in our arms because when they have to pee they will squirm and we can rush them outside to their pee spot and say "go pee" and be ready to reward them with treats and snuggles as soon as they pee. When they are outside playing with them onleash and they go to the bathroom we repeat the command "go pee" . We also have a hand signal for every command. It works so much better for the children to have a hand signal because otherwise they sometimes end up saying "do you have to go potty, now is a good time to go" or rather "blah blah blah blah blah" to the pup!! <br />
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Within 2-3 days every pup is fully housebroken to our home. It will take much more time before they are housebroken to other homes!! And then pup spends more and more time out of the kennel in the house on leash. Yep, puppy stays on a 6-8 foot leash attached to my belt loop for those first few weeks with the exception of training which may also include a leash but usually a longer one! <br />
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This umbilical chord approach does two things protects and defines roles. First of all it protects the children, I know where the dog is at all times and have the control to be able to pull back the dog if it were to try to hurt them. That has never happened mind you. What it has done many times is save the puppy from getting into trouble or getting hurt (or getting over loved by the children!). It also sets the tone in the family and there have been times when the puppy was particularly nippy with one child so I would attach the leash to that child for the day and the puppy would learn that they are a dog and that position is at the bottom of our family pecking order! <br />
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The most important command is "COME". A dog that doesn't have good recall is a dog that is at risk. We start teaching this command from the very first day. When puppy is running into our arms we say COME. We also do two or three training sessions per day. Little puppies only can handle 5 mins at a time but older puppies can enjoy 20 mins of training and since we use food rewards we always do it BEFORE a mealtime so they are a little hungry and more motivated. <br />
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Why is recall important? Why do you have to know that your dog will always COME on command ? That's easy- how many dogs have gotten out of their leash while out for a walk? Slipped under a fence? slipped out the door when company came over or when the child didn't close the door? Every single dog I've ever owned has had at least one of these experiences. I believe teaching COME is a life or death command. <br />
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Putting the puppy on a long and heavier leash (I like the metal ones that are really thin so they are not super heavy but have a bit of weight to them) we set them up with a toy and then move a little bit away and firmly say COME holding our arms open and holding a treat. Once puppy starts to come we repeat the word again - COME- then when puppy gets to us we have a party with lots of snuggles and excitement and head pats and the treat. Sometimes puppy doesn't come immediately, they are distracted or don't' associate that word with them. Then we repeat the word COME and we pull the leash steadily towards ourselves . We do not jerk it or jiggle it, just pull it and repeat the word COME as they are "coming" and once they reach us we have a party and they get a treat. <br />
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After about a week or so they learn to love that word COME- no other word gets such a party or such good treats. Then we move to the lighter weight leash and go farther away and continue to teach this word many times a day. Sometimes with a treat, sometimes without but always with a party of excitement when they reach us. Finally we move to fishing line. This is an important step because now you can be far away, maybe even out of sight and the puppy doesn't know why they are coming (if they are getting pulled along) but they just do it. They believe that they must come at that command. We take turns with who does this command and we do it inside and outside but always on leash. It generally takes about 2 weeks for this to be a solid command- some puppies have learned it in a day or two but we continue hard core for a few weeks and then reinforce it at least once a day when we can make them do it- this is probably for the first year to be honest. It is easy to get into the habit of using the COME command and having a party. We never use the command if we are discipline our dog. Which brings us to motto number 2. <br />
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We have found ourselves chasing a puppy to pull something out of their mouth but wouldn't' use the word COME in those early training months because then COME is associated with them losing out on something. </div>
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Puppies need to explore with their mouths and we believe that it is super important to give puppies lots of things to chew, different textures and flavours! It has been recommended that we put a drop of vanilla extract on everything that is the puppies so that they associate that scent with what belongs to them. We haven't done it yet but I think it is a good idea and had meant to do it this time. Having puppy attached to you means that you can correct puppy immediately if they are gnawing on your baseboards or trying to chew the mittens. <br />
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Puppies should ever have their teeth touch human skin. Nipping , biting and mouthing are normal puppy behaviours but they do not have any room in our home. Every time puppy's teeth touches skin we yelp and turn away ignoring the puppy for 30 seconds. Usually very quickly puppy learns that if he wants to play he will need to have manners. One of the best ways to keep the play going is to have a toy in one hand ready to put gently in the puppy's mouth before they reach the hand. If puppy is biting hard or cannot calm down then they will get some time out in the kennel. <br />
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Kennel training is a new thing for us in the last few years. We had gotten a rescue dog that was kennel trained and part of the agreement was that we would provide a kennel. We had no idea how amazing a kennel would be! There are lots of great resources for kennel training. We try to start with the end in mind so we included kennel time right from the beginning because it would be a regular part of pups day at least for the next 2 years! <br />
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4 am (or whenever they cry) wake up to take puppy out to pee, putting them on leash and not speaking at all except to announce "pee" when they pee. Putting them back in the kennel. <br />
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7 :00 am wake up and taking puppy out to pee. Once they pee then a bit of playtime outside and training. Then we all have breakfast as a family and then after we have eaten we take 5-20 mins to do playtime and training for puppy. After this puppy eats and goes back outside right away. We try not to play before they do their "business" because we always want them to go as soon as possible. <br />
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8:30 puppy goes in the kennel for 3 hours while we do our daily tasks/chores <br />
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11:30 puppy gets taken outside to pee and then playtime and a bit of training and then will come and stay on leash for a few hours at my side. <br />
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3:00 puppy gets taken outside to pee and then playtime and a bit of training and then into the kennel until after we finish supper. We might go to the store or we might stay home and just get things done, the puppy learns that the kennel is a normal part of their day. <br />
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6:30 after we are finished eating supper puppy gets taken out to pee and then training 5-20 mins and then gets fed again. Then needs to go out again for the next 20-30 mins outside. Then we have family reading/snuggle time so puppy gets some cuddles or gets to play with toys at our feet. We often will barricade the living room and take them off leash and put out toys to have a bit more freedom for an hour or two as we are present but not necessarily working with puppy. No more water given <br />
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8:30 puppy goes into the kennel while we do bedtime routine as puppy is never in our bedrooms. <br />
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9:30 puppy goes out to pee and play and train and then comes inside to go to bed for the night. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-47941721522155479282012-03-21T19:59:00.006-07:002012-03-21T20:06:22.651-07:00Children Are Too Smart!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pg61cKdzwD6ZGjkPlZ_Upe5RzVhNyQYBuUKkArV93vVz2tdNddLMSepR3OZbR3OxAy7WZrYkzvK4w4KjVM2NkCFEs52QxXc2pOYPX47yclDJ8KmVj_HrNxSree7t7OzmGcGmWwWqYOvd/s1600/DSCF1087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pg61cKdzwD6ZGjkPlZ_Upe5RzVhNyQYBuUKkArV93vVz2tdNddLMSepR3OZbR3OxAy7WZrYkzvK4w4KjVM2NkCFEs52QxXc2pOYPX47yclDJ8KmVj_HrNxSree7t7OzmGcGmWwWqYOvd/s320/DSCF1087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722551827394287410" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I have started my journey of homeschooling although truth be told we're rarely home and rarely schooling by any definition you might expect. When we are home I try to find a balance between technology and what I call "real life" but as many mammas I even struggle personally with this concept. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">My children all do "homework " on the computer and my oldest at 6 years old has started an online typing class. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So the other day when she wanted me to print out a computer keyboard for her to practise i didn't think much of it -</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:large;">she glued it on cardboard and made her own computer with 4 sections on the screen, camp (an online mommy group), facebook, yahoo and reading eggs (one of the greatest children's learn to read online programs)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I realized i obviously spend too much time on the computer in front of them. So my husband and I </span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">talked and decided I would set a 30 min limit (in front of them) and then they would see me use it in moderation.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">The next morning - proud of the idea of setting a limit for them as well as for me I announced excitedly "we have a 30 min computer rule now in our house" when my oldest woke up and jumped on her "computer".<br /><br />She paused- looked up and said- "um...mom do you mean i am only allowed to look at this piece of CARDBOARD for 30 mins a day- are you serious?"<br /><br />And i had to laugh- and then say um....i guess so.?!</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">How do you manage the computer time in your house for the kids? For yourself? </span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-53822181313635889792012-03-07T08:52:00.000-08:002012-03-07T08:53:17.191-08:00Homeschooling Resources<span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">I've been invited to try Time4Learning for one month in exchange for a candid review. My opinion will be entirely my own, so be sure to come back and read about my experience. Time4Learning can be used as a <a href="http://www.time4learning.com/homeschool-curriculum.htm?ref=Review+Referring" target="_blank">homeschool curriculum</a>, for <a title="http://www.time4learning.com/curriculum/afterschool.html?ref=Review+Referring CTRL + Click to follow link" href="http://www.time4learning.com/curriculum/afterschool.html?ref=Review+Referring" target="_blank">afterschool enrichment</a> and for <a title="http://www.time4learning.com/summer-school.shtml?ref=Review+Referring CTRL + Click to follow link" href="http://www.time4learning.com/summer-school.shtml?ref=Review+Referring" target="_blank">summer skill sharpening</a>. Find out how to write your own <a href="http://www.time4learning.com/homeschool-curriculum-review.shtml?ref=Review+Referring" target="_blank">curriculum review</a> for Time4Learning.</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-9146444233342721772012-03-07T07:37:00.003-08:002012-03-07T08:19:29.612-08:00Whack - A- Mole (aka a day in the life of a mother)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkwlZYtiuqX8uIPhjKnqxEIRBptN2iMipymq1wD3wfKdsG2LdQnsP8xxa-CwEZ8tK66st0nmFOQ1c5fdwiX8PNO_wxkBCPJisptnQuRxfM0Z37fCBn8Y93BBZHpqXhNJKXUaMB30o9cwN/s1600/whack_a_mole1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEkwlZYtiuqX8uIPhjKnqxEIRBptN2iMipymq1wD3wfKdsG2LdQnsP8xxa-CwEZ8tK66st0nmFOQ1c5fdwiX8PNO_wxkBCPJisptnQuRxfM0Z37fCBn8Y93BBZHpqXhNJKXUaMB30o9cwN/s320/whack_a_mole1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717180075039929570" border="0" /></a><br />Do you remember this game? It was one of my favorite games growing up (little did I know that once I got married and had children it would be the theme of my life!). For those who don't know the game - one or two or three of the little moles will pop their head out of the holes and you have to use the padded hammer to hit them hard enough to make them go back inside. The object of the game is to hit each one that pops up before it goes down on its own. It sounds simple enough but as the game progresses more moles pop out and it goes faster and faster and you never know which hole a mole will pop out of so by the end of the game you are exhausted by the tension!<br /><br />Doesn't that sound familiar? Mommy needs to whack a mole- someone had a potty accident on the floor- let me run deal with that before the next mole pops up. The phone rings, the baby cries, the dog needs to be let outside. Then the game continues. You work on speech therapy with your oldest, juggle strange a strange diet for your youngest, make sure your middle child gets enough <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">playdates</span> and then run to work out and do the shopping, the laundry and then your husband needs your attention too. You're asked to make cookies for playschool, brownies for church and then clean up because mom's coming over.<br /><br />When you think you're done at the end of the day because your little darlings are all sleeping snug in their beds- then the mental game persists. There was a lot of whining today- we need to start doing more community service. My girls are struggling with neat writing- we need to do more schoolwork. Actually we really need to up the school work- this is our first year homeschooling and so far it feels like we're never home and never schooling! We haven't had the neighbors over for supper yet- it's only been 2 years- but we'll schedule that for this weekend too. Tomorrow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'll</span> pay the bills and do the taxes and plant the garden and register for violin lessons for next year. And what about Bible study- how did that get neglected 4 days this week? That will be a priority for tomorrow.<br /><br />By the next morning <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I've</span> got 32 moles staring looking at me before the day even begins!<br /><br />But I loved the game as a child because it has purpose. You knew what you were supposed to do- and sure a few moles slipped through the cracks- but you attacked each one you could with zeal. And that was a good feeling.<br /><br />I pray that I can remember Ecclesiastes 9:10 <span style="font-style: italic;">Whatsoever your hand finds to do, do it with your might; for there is no work, nor device, nor knowledge, nor wisdom, in the grave, where you go.</span><br /><br />And be thankful that today <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">I'm</span> here and that i have things to do and the ability with which to do them- even if sometimes it gets a bit overwhelming.<br /><br />** A special <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">thank you</span> to my dear friend Rachael for the analogy**<br /><br />What game do you play each day?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-2677802470005578012011-12-29T09:49:00.001-08:002011-12-29T10:33:41.319-08:00Terrible Horrible Miserable Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnC3QdxyZwcTvSAsb4dstWmMgQVcL1JmUwE62QLaIEk6QOL-MGGiIXe3WLTD2Z1x0PzMIff_DUZPi40lXn6gLfeTpK7ha1zvgzB6mtynAlidL9zrXz98IRVxPIwfGFjtP46CNZcfOxNTZ/s1600/not+easy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnC3QdxyZwcTvSAsb4dstWmMgQVcL1JmUwE62QLaIEk6QOL-MGGiIXe3WLTD2Z1x0PzMIff_DUZPi40lXn6gLfeTpK7ha1zvgzB6mtynAlidL9zrXz98IRVxPIwfGFjtP46CNZcfOxNTZ/s400/not+easy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691615294819013106" border="0" /></a><br />Today I'm having a bad day. A rotten, miserable, horrible day. This is day 5 of my family being sick. I'm overtired, not feeling well myself and I'm stressed. I'm stressed about my baby who is not just sick with bronchitis- which would be bad enough- but she also has a genetic disease (PKU) which makes everything oh so much more complicated.<br /><br />I like having control over my environment- I live a very routine based life. I like having and following rules. I don't like surprises.<br /><br />But I'm like a helpless babe when it comes to my dealing with my daughter. This is her third illness in the last 9 weeks. I feel humbled and it is an uncomfortable feeling.<br /><br />I could explain the legitimate reasons to be stressed about her illness. I could ask for pity for the little sleep i've gotten and the stress i've had in the last week- family stress, battling a religious understanding that I don't really want to accept, my oldest turning 6, having to put our dog down.<br /><br />I spent this morning telling myself how miserable this week has been. And then when the hospital called with the latest blood work results I dissolved into tears and filled with anger.<br /><br />I feel so alone. I feel so responsible for everything. I feel so angry. I wonder what it feels like to really lose it, I wonder when you know you've hit the breaking point. Standing in the middle of my living room bawling- trying to gain perspective. It could be worse. I'm not in the middle of war. I'm not watching my children starve to death. I have a family. I am so blessed.<br /><br />So what do you do when you feel like you cannot take it anymore- you pray. And you pray. And you pray. And when you still cannot get up you keep praying until you can. And you know that there is a lesson here.<br /><br />And know that it might get worse-that it *will* get worse- but that life isn't about today or this week.<br /><br />So i'll go sweep the floor, make lunch - snuggle my little and not little babies and pray that tomorrow is better. I will find comfort in the routines of my life until I find peace.<br /><br />I won't continue my little pity party today (although i 'm still pretty crabby)- but won't promise not to have another one tomorrow. But I have faith. I will have faith. There is a plan and a reason and lesson here.<br /><br /><br />Parenting is hard.<br /><br />Living is hard.<br /><br />Loving is hard.<br /><br />Life is hard.<br /><br />But it is all so worth it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">tell me what's awesome in your life right now- what makes everything else worth it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-77532586297341584672011-06-07T11:14:00.000-07:002011-06-07T20:57:27.045-07:00What you NEED to know about Toys for children under 10<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpORJan3ONHzwm9i3Sjl_UdFtgb6CCU_dlY2hCIlz5zf9Johe_1DIQOhJZed1N-9bX5DNSuQzeQnKosWnFSyWgHG4P-GUcPmMHWcGJbnsQfQY7Zi6mV8FNjaC249JKKaE6Jqcn3OdE8338/s1600/057.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpORJan3ONHzwm9i3Sjl_UdFtgb6CCU_dlY2hCIlz5zf9Johe_1DIQOhJZed1N-9bX5DNSuQzeQnKosWnFSyWgHG4P-GUcPmMHWcGJbnsQfQY7Zi6mV8FNjaC249JKKaE6Jqcn3OdE8338/s400/057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615554671029393026" /></a><br />When my first child was born I was a part of a mom and baby group. We went to each other's house once a week and let our babies play and agonized over how little we slept, how little they ate and what exactly we were supposed to be D-O-I-N-G with our babies all day long. <div><br /></div><div>Such is the joy of being a first time mom. It is great to get baby snuggles- but by about 3 months old you look around and say- I've been slacking- I need to catch up. My baby hasn't learned anything in the last three months except how to latch. I'll get her some toys. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so it begins. </div><div><br /></div><div>Toys- Toys- Toys- Toys. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is nothing as wonderful as seeing your child's eyes light up when they get a new toy- and nothing as wonderful as the feeling you get when watch them playing with the toy and loving it! It is almost addictive- such an easy way to get a smile and at least 20 mins of facebook time- a dollarstore trinket or a new toy to their set. Seems harmless enough. </div><div><br /></div><div>And every different toy seems to come in sets- so you feel that it is somehow incomplete if you have the little people farm and no extra animals, and then you get a few more people with the animals and you realize you need a house for them, and school bus for the kids to go to school and a playground and the next thing you realize is that you have an awful lot of plastic. And year after year, child after child- birthdays and holidays = presents and you end up with more and more and more. And it all looks in new condition- so you cannot justify throwing it away. And you hesitate to break up the set you've spent the last 3 years collecting.....</div><div><br /></div><div>What are you to do? </div><div><br /></div><div>I know of some parents who keep the toys in large plastic totes, sometimes by set- one little pony tote, one littlest pets shop tote - or sometimes by color - all the red toys, all the blue toys, etc- and sometimes by skill types - gross motor skill toys grouped together, complex cognitive toys grouped together. And yet in time-and with enough children- the system falls apart and you are left with a heap of colorful pieces that no one uses for their once intended purpose. </div><div><br /></div><div>I muse on this today as i have been cleaning toys for two hours this morning and am not finished yet. The puzzles were mixed up, the boxes overturned and now i'm left to pick up the pieces- literally. And i'm really struggling not to just toss them all away. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alone they look meaningless and worthless. They are in a heap in my stairwell as I sort between what belongs in the toyroom downstairs and what belongs in the girl's bedrooms. It is now i am tempted to toss them. But I know that once they are in their place my resolve will have weakened. Afterall when the My Little Pony sits amidst all of her matching pony's I can fantasize about how all three children will come downstairs on a rainy afternoon and spend hours creating pony land and playing and growing and laughing. When the My Little Pony sits with the others there is safely in numbers. I know there is no reason for my 3 girls to have 26 ponies. In fact I feel ashamed of this fact. Yet, when they are all together I just cannot bear to start getting rid of some of them- how could I chose? </div><div><br /></div><div>I've bought into the idea that our children need these toys. Each different kind of toy- figurines, blocks, balls, puzzles, animals, doctor sets, dress up clothing, sorting toys, pattern toys, fine motor skill toys, gross motor skill toys, and of course musical toys. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm wrong. </div><div><br /></div><div>They don't need these toys- and in fact these toys are preventing me from being a good parent. I'm almost in tears admitting this- but for the last two hours and for at least a couple of hours EVERY SINGLE WEEK- when I could have been enjoying time with my children I've been cleaning their toys up, rotating toys, reorganizing toys. </div><div><br /></div><div>My mother says clutter is whatever keeps you from living the life you want to live. </div><div><br /></div><div>I want to spend more time one on one with my girls- i want to talk to them, create stories and let my pointer finger be Mr. Spider and go on an adventure around the house. Right now I couldn't crawl around the house b/c I would injure myself on the lego and itty bitty polly pocket pets which seem to find their way under my feet and knees. </div><div><br /></div><div>What you ( and I ) need to know about toys is that they are supposed to be the accessories. We as parents are the outfit and they are just the accessories. Somehow along the way we've forgotten that. We've spent more money than we can afford on things that promise smarter kids and happier homes- but in the end we've created more clutter, more cleaning and more stress. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Why should our children have fewer toys?</b></div><div>1. When children have too many toys they are unable to form as strong attachments to their toys. </div><div>2. When our children have too many toys they are often unable to keep them tidy and they often end up not valuing each toy as much. While this may not seem like a problem to the mother who has forgotten to pack the treasured dinky car or polly pocket on a vacation- it does present itself as a problem when our children do not value or take care of what they have. What kind of adults will they become? </div><div>3. Ever wonder why today's children seem to lack long attention spans? A quick look around most bedrooms and playrooms might give a good answer. When children have too much "stuff" they are easily distracted and cannot focus on one activity with one toy. </div><div>4. Children with fewer toys are happier (?) It is a balance issue- a child who only has one barbie is not by her lack of toys going to be happier than the one who has a roomful. But let's not for a moment believe that toys make children happy- they don't.</div><div>5. Last but certainly not least- your children need fewer things if the things are taking away from their experiences as children, distracting them from being imaginative, creative and social! And if those things are negatively impacting the relationship you have with them- because you are too busy cleaning up the toys to play with them or because the toys act as a replacement parent.</div><div><br /></div><div>So this week I have decided that my children do not need collections of Little People, Polly Pockets, Barbies, My Little Ponies and Littlest Pet Shops. They do not need multiple doll houses for each different kind of doll. They do not need multiple flashing lights activity toys. They do not need 5 different kinds of blocks. I will finish sorting the toys and then I will do my kids a favor and take away the "clutter" that is preventing me from being the best mom I can be. </div><div><br /></div><div>Stay updated to see what i've purged this week!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">TALK TO ME ABOUT YOUR LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR KIDS TOYS- HOW DO YOU DEAL?</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-76809796794499649792011-06-03T19:59:00.000-07:002011-06-03T20:23:42.640-07:00Splish Splash- Let's Talk About The Bath!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRsSCKCqgHuPwE7ooMlEODilaoHUuAhA4WqyZYZjcpFnYnou96ouolY13hOh-8tw9nX6I78IBPrSANbkTg9VaMKX4aHhkvIEYfxVPr6V_ELgJAQD6deKbeQK_YLyjrETBW-dcBgqqiTH3X/s1600/bathtime.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRsSCKCqgHuPwE7ooMlEODilaoHUuAhA4WqyZYZjcpFnYnou96ouolY13hOh-8tw9nX6I78IBPrSANbkTg9VaMKX4aHhkvIEYfxVPr6V_ELgJAQD6deKbeQK_YLyjrETBW-dcBgqqiTH3X/s320/bathtime.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614200056034245282" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;">When we were in our first prental class the teacher suggested that the dad have one child task that the mother never did- that way he could become the expert. We chose bathing. Now 5 years later my husband still does most of the bath nights- I help by getting towels and jammies. However last night daddy was working late- the baby C had mushed food in her hair- there was no avoiding it. I was going to have to bath the three girls. It starts off so well when they realize it is bath night........<br /><br />The girls squeal in delight and run upstairs super excited- i clean the bathtub and fill it up with water- they clamber in. Then S. is "a mermaid" and baby C won't sit down and starts screaming when i try to get her to sit. Then S screams when i suggest we wash her hair. As if they didn't know that was what we were doing in the tub in the first place. Baby C screams b/c her sister is screaming. Tears start flowing, snot is flying. I have to haul Baby C out of the tub dripping wet and into her crib b/c she's hysterical and i cannot get S's hair done otherwise. S *almost* lays down and gets about 1% of her hair wet. I put my hand under her head and gently lower it- whispering soft soothing words. She screams at the top of her lungs. She starts lashing out like a cat. I put on the shampoo and let her lather it up. Then we have to rinse. She decides she needs to lay down on a pillow- our only bath pillow is too high and her hair won't get wet. We try to negotiate. Finally I just rinse her hair. She flails everywhere and gets water in her face. She screams and I think she's going to bite me so I cover her mouth. I finish rinsing her hair - i'm not going to stop now then have to deal with it all over again. Then I dry her face. She smiles- " i'm' so good mom I didn't even cry"....no kiddo you didn't cry.....you just screamed bloody murder. Then I get Baby C from her crib- she looks like a drowned rat and we've not even started. I bring her to the tub and she clings to me like a monkey and I have to pry her off and try to bring her to the tub. She looks very suspicious. I tell her it will be ok- i just need to get her hair washed then they can play - and i slowly lower her head to the water and she opens her mouth and screams and then flips over- face first into the water. If she wasn't mad before now she's spitting mad and a bit scared too. I try to move fast- by the end she's furious with me. I'm so glad N can manage it on her own now. This is the first year she is not screaming too. When i'm done i'm just d-o-n-e.<br /><br />I've tried to use water to pour on their heads, i've tried to use water from the tap, i've tried the shower. The girls just scream and claw and climb up onto my head (in the case of the shower). Any suggestions- how do you bathe your children?<br /><br />If my kids stink- pity me don't judge me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-37953065236249899952011-04-09T21:45:00.001-07:002011-04-13T13:33:09.748-07:00Perspectives on ParentingToday I brought my 5 year old daughter to the hospital to see one of her friends.It was a hard visit. A short visit where most of it was spent in tears. We went to visit a little 4 year old epileptic girl who had a terrible 2 1/2 hour long seizure just over a week ago. She seizured for so long that they needed to induce her into a coma, then when they tried to bring her back out she kept having more seizures. She has now woken up but has suffered severe brain damage and we don't know what her future holds.<div><br /></div><div>That's how fast it happens isn't it. One moment you are worrying about whether or not your child is chewing with their mouth open, whether or not you should put them in full or half day kindergarten, or agonize for months over whether or not to homeschool. One moment you panic because your child is not crawling or talking or walking as fast as the neighbors. And the next moment you enter the hospital and see an entire community of parents who know what real issues are. </div><div><br /></div><div>In a moment your perspective changes and you hug your kids a little tighter and let them stay up a little longer and realize what a <b>blessing</b> it is to be able to say " I SAID you had to eat your cauliflower " and to say " stop fighting with your sister" . Because in every city in this country there is a hospital with parents who would give anything to be able to say that to their children. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I feel sorry for myself - I think foolish things like why does my child have to have a metabolic disease, why do i have a child who struggles with stuttering and why don't I have family close by when I need a babysitter on short notice. And then I get a dose of perspective. </div><div><br /></div><div>I debated whether or not I should bring my daughter. I wanted to support the mom who i'm also friends with, but finally I decided I would. It would give her a bit of perspective too. And maybe understand why I wouldn't feel sorry for her when she learned we don't have dessert for supper tonight. We talked a lot about what she would see before we were there- but it was still harder on both of us than I imagined it would be. Over the next few days as she processes it and we continue to talk we'll learn if it was a good idea or not. </div><div><br /></div><div>Isn't that how all parenting goes- you do the best you can and then you realize too late if it was a good idea afterall. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm hurting for this family and wish I could do something- raise money or give them something that would make their life a little bit easier- but what? Any suggestions? How do you give them hope? what do you say? I simply don't know. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-957586585674586921.post-12789330204155649772011-04-05T21:23:00.000-07:002011-04-05T21:45:52.360-07:00Hardest Nursing MomentI had the rare opportunity to talk about my nursing experience last week. Really divulge into the ins and outs of how my experiences were different with each child. And so now that all of these memories have been stirred up I've been reflecting on them. Thinking about what was the hardest nursing moment, the most rewarding, the proudest and the one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'll</span> never forget. <div><br /></div><div>I can clearly remember one night - less than one week as a new first time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mamma</span> sitting cross-legged on the bed (yep it hurt but i figured i looked more like the diagrams in the nursing info sheet i had sitting on the bed in front of me. It was about 2 am. My firstborn liked to wake up at 2:09am like clockwork so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i'm</span> guessing it was about then. My awesome husband had gotten up and taken her from the bassinet by our bed, changed her and then handed her to me to nurse. And i brought her to my breast. My mantra was "hold it like a hamburger not like a cigarette" and I had an info sheet with 4-5 different positions i kept by the bed. She cried, rooted, latched on, pulled her head back, latched off and on again. And again. then she seemed to find the latch that suited her. But it didn't look right so i pulled her off again and tried. She was practically gagging . I started to cry. She cried. She wailed. She just wanted to eat. I couldn't line up my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">areola</span>. I was a failure. It took about 20 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">mins</span> and she finally did latch on again and start nursing. I didn't think the latch was quite right but at this point i didn't care. It was the hardest nursing moment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'd</span> had to date and it felt like it represented my entire career of motherhood- i had the info but still couldn't seem to put it into practice. </div><div><br /></div><div>My most rewarding nursing moment is not so easy to pinpoint. It wasn't just one moment but a collection of them- there is nothing like a milk drunk baby and my babies would drink and drink and drink until they would roll their eyes back and drift to that far away place. And i would think-" that must be true bliss. "</div><div><br /></div><div>My proudest nursing moment came with my second born. The scenario was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">eerily</span> similar to the one described as my hardest nursing moment. She was only a couple of days old. My milk had just come in and she was struggling. She would latch and unlatch. It was coming in too strong and she couldn't seem to figure it out. Middle of the night feed (although i have to say my awesome husband didn't still get up and change her and bring her into bed anymore- he was now on firstborn duty and slept through most feedings) - 2 am. I brought her into bed to nurse and she latched on, pulled off and cried out. She did this again and again. I tried the other side but she seemed to have the same problem. She arched her back. She rooted. She wanted to eat and was getting more frustrated by the moment. It wasn't working. I didn't realize that my husband was awake until he asked me why i wasn't upset. Why wasn't i stressed about this. She obviously couldn't eat and we even have any formula in the house (after the firstborn I refused to keep the "FREE" can of formula in the house as i found it too tempting). He was getting stressed. And I laughed- I said she'll figure it out. My job is to hold her and she and my breasts need to come to an agreement. I wasn't stressed. I wasn't the least bit phased. I was now a 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">nd</span> time <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">mamma</span>!</div><div><br /></div><div>And the moment <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'll</span> never forget- wasn't a nursing moment at all. My youngest was 7 days old in the hospital, she'd been diagnosed earlier that day with a genetic metabolic disease of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">PKU</span> and had to go on 6 bottles of specialized formula per day. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">dietitian</span> came to our room (we were hospitalized to stabilize her since we didn't know from birth but only from the newborn heel prick test) and taught me how to make these special bottles. And she sat there while i fed my baby a bottle. I even tear up writing this. Silent tears streamed down my face. And the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">dietitian</span> thought I was upset because of my daughter's diagnosis and the issues that would come along the way- and while I would spend the rest of my life concerned for her health- i was crying because I was feeding my baby a bottle and it represented the loss of the breastfeeding relationship i so very badly desired. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm happy to report that I was wrong. I had the opportunity to nurse her a little bit each day (and we're actually still nursing a little bit each day!) and while it was a different nursing relationship it was still a wonderful one. And I realized that I *could* bond with my baby while feeding a bottle once I let go of the guilt and the disappointment. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>But what i want to know is what about you? What was your hardest nursing moment? your most memorable? most rewarding? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0