One of the things I always wanted to do with my future kids, when I imagined them in my head before I was a mother, was bake goodies for holidays, special occasions, or just a rainy weekend indoors. I pictured us measuring our ingredients while reinforcing lessons about fractions and addition - so that some education was snuck into the fun like the secret ingredient in a family recipe. Well, that semi-quiet and calm day of baking with my boys may come when they're a bit older. For now, our everyday real life is loud, and rather messy. That's fine. I'm learning to love our beautiful mess.
Three year olds are unpredictable. To be fair, many three year olds struggle with the reality of beginning to be able to fully feel and identify emotions WITHOUT allowing those emotions to completely take over their entire bodies. To give context, my particular three year old child is a wonderfully intelligent and imaginative, very dramatic human not unlike his mother. ⬆️CLICK TITLE ABOVE TO READ MORE⬆️
Yesterday, after my husband got back home from his bi-weekly Saturday morning haircut, we packed up the kids and went to Sugar Land Town Square for the Children's Wellness Bash hosted by The WOW Project. I'm glad we did! It was an absolutely gorgeous day, as the weather has been near perfect in the Houston area. Perhaps Mother Nature has been taking care to be extra gentle with us as we heal from Hurricane Harvey's havoc. At any rate, the event was fun and informative. The free affair was a mix of fun things to do and see for the kids, and great resources and info for us adults. My three year old loves music, so he was excited to see that the musical performers were kids. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️
My Dad's Birthday was a few days ago. My brother did a great job, and gifted Dad a new BBQ pit. Typically Dad is kinda difficult to shop for, he never asks for anything much at all outside of quality family time. Before he knew about the BBQ pit, he'd said that all he really wanted was one of Mom's chocolate cakes. Now, you should know that my family has a bit of a reputation. We have been called "the dessert family". My Mom's peach cobbler has incited stampedes at family and church functions all over the world. Growing up, it was just a thing. Wherever we were, whether living on a joint military base in Mons, Belgium or an Air Force Base in Northern California . . . Mom's duty was cobbler. ⬆️CLICK PIC TO READ MORE⬆️