I love doing fun things to celebrate special days. We eat heart shaped sandwiches to celebrate Valentines Day, I made a red and green lunch for Christmas and we always cover The Goose’s bedroom with balloons to celebrate his birthday. And, since I recently learned that I am 42% Irish, I figured we should start celebrating St. Patrick’s Day, too!
I searched Pinterest and found a few really cute ideas for celebrating St. Patrick’s Day – and we had a lot of fun trying all of these St. Patrick’s Day treats!
For the past few days I have been up north, leaving The Goose and his dad home for a ‘boys weekend’. While they both assure me that they miss me, I think they have been having a lot of fun together while I’ve been gone. They’ve been eating pizza, hot dogs and elephant ears. They’ve played a little too much on the iPad, watched a little too much TV and eaten more than one bedtime snack. And they have been doing some other things, too…
On Thursday night, The Goose was excited that his grandma was at our house to pick him up at the bus stop. He was super excited to see her, in part because she has never picked him up from the bus before, and in part because he was hoping that she would bring her special bag of board games that she always brings when she comes over to watch him.
It’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, and I have a good excuse for being gone for so long…
A few weeks before the Christmas holiday, orders for my Etsy shop started pouring in. I sold so many sets of wool dryer balls that I ran out of wool and had to take a quick trip to Frankenmuth to buy 20 more pounds (which is almost gone already!). Then I spent day after day making more dryer balls. I was making dryer balls for hours on end, and I was barely keeping up with demand. On my busiest day I shipped 11 sets of dryer balls – that’s what I usually ship in a month!
My family loves fall – and all of the fall traditions that come with it. We love jumping in leaf piles, trick-or-treating on Halloween and carving our jack-o’lantern. But our most favorite fall tradition by far is our annual visit to the cider mill.
Ever since The Goose was a toddler we have visited the same cider mill (Plymouth Orchards & Cider Mill), we’ve eaten the same kind of donuts and taken the very same pictures. I love seeing how he has grown, year after year. I love comparing the pictures, looking for similarities and differences.
A few weeks ago, The Goose and I were at the park when we ran into a few kids he knew from school. They were all playing together nicely – until a game of tag broke out. The Goose, being the youngest and most inexperienced tag player, was the first one to be ‘it’. Everything was fine until I noticed something that really irked me – every time The Goose would get close to tagging one of the other kids, they would quickly yell “Time out!” and declare that he couldn’t tag them.
In this situation I had two choices. I could speak up and tell the kids that they weren’t playing fair. Or, I could sit down and let the kids work it out on their own.
Every year my family hosts a Fourth of July party at our house. It’s nothing fancy – usually just hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill, chips, and watermelon. But we look forward to it every year.
Parties at our house are always fun – but they don’t always go off without a hitch. The first year we had our party, the electricity had gone out two days before and still wasn’t back on. I’d already bought all the food (which was being stored in the refrigerators of various family members) so we decided to have the party anyway. It was hot that day – in the low nineties – and since our air conditioner wasn’t working, it was even hotter in our house. But we made the best of it and everyone had a great time.
When I was a kid, I remember seeing my father exactly two times. The first time, I was around four years old. He came to visit me at my grandparent’s house and brought me lots of gifts. And lots of promises that he’d come back to see me soon. The second time he came to visit me, three or four years later, I had wised up. Even though he brought me even more gifts, made even more promises that he’d be back soon, I knew he wouldn’t. And I was right…
Even though I was raised by a single mom, I was not without a male presence. I had a kind, caring, loving grandfather who spent summers taking me to swim classes, parades, and beating me at Jeopardy. I had uncles who taught me about cars, power tools, and what kind of music was cool. But, no matter how wonderful they were, they weren’t a dad.
Now that school’s out for summer, The Goose and I are getting ready to head up to Cheboygan, just like we do every year to celebrate the fact that it is finally getting warmer!
The Goose loves going to Cheboygan, and for the past few weeks all he’s been doing is talking about all the places we’re going to visit while we’re there, all the people we’re going to see, and all the food we’re going to eat… he’s definitely excited.
Today is The Goose’s last full day of Kindergarten. I spent a lot of time last night trying to decide whether I should take some time to sit and relax, or if I should get busy cleaning the house, as I doubt I’ll have much time for that after today. I decided to do a little bit of both… we’ll see how that goes.
Because I’ve essentially been childless during the day since September, having The Goose home all day, every day is going to take some getting used to. And re-learning how to get things done while keeping him entertained is going to be my biggest challenge. We don’t rely on the television or the computer to keep him occupied, and we strive to limit his media time (including iPad, television, computer and video game usage) to 45 minutes per day during the school year (25 minutes after homework is finished and another 20 minutes before bed). Even though he’ll likely have a bit more media time over the summer, I will still need to find fun and interesting activities to keep him busy during the day.
Like a lot of kids, The Goose doesn’t necessarily do back flips when confronted with a bowl of vegetables. It’s not that he doesn’t like them. The boy has been known to eat an entire tomato (or two!) for his afternoon snack, and is always asking to take cucumbers in his lunch. But, if given the choice between baby carrots or a pudding cup, I can tell you for certain which one he’d choose.