Like his Dad, The Goose marches to the beat of his own drum. He’s never been concerned with what other people think, and he has always done things just the way he wanted. My husband and I have always encouraged him to be his own person, and we enjoy watching him grow, becoming a quirky, confident, crazy kindergartener.
The Goose is a bit like a ferret, in that he likes to hoard things. He stuffs items in secret hiding places throughout the house. I’ll find a stash of Legos behind the entertainment center, a box of cereal bars in his suitcase, or my whisk, turkey baster and vegetable steamer under his train table.
Because The Goose’s clutter tends to pile up quickly, I need a creative solution for storing kids stuff. Here are some ideas that I use to keep his stuff organized, in plain sight, and accessible, so he can both get it out and put it away on his own.
As a child, I frequently suffered from strep throat. And it always made me miserable. I always had the same symptoms: It started as a sore throat, next I would develop a fever and then I would begin throwing up.
So, when I received a note from the nurse at The Goose’s school telling me that one of the kids in his class was diagnosed with strep throat, I was sure I knew exactly what signs to look for.
I am not a creative person. I don’t sew, I don’t do crafts and I don’t scrapbook. Not to say that I haven’t tried these things. I did sew a pants monster patch for The Goose’s blue jeans, and I did make this cool Halloween sign for the front door. But scrapbooking has never been my thing.
A few years back, I thought that I’d try my hand at scrapbooking. (All the moms at The Goose’s preschool were planning to make individual scrapbooks for their kids and I didn’t want him to be the only kid without one.) I went to the local craft store and bought a scrapbooking binder and a huge pack of scrapbooking paper. When the moms decided to pull the plug on the scrapbooking idea (apparently I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t keen on the idea) I happily put all of my supplies in the closet and promptly forgot about them.
In a few short weeks, we will be celebrating The Goose’s fifth birthday. Unlike his past birthday celebrations, this one is kind of a big deal. Why? Because he has actually started to have an opinion about his party. He knows exactly where he wants it held, what activities he’d like to have the guests participate in, and even who he would like to invite.
So far, he’s asked for the following things:
1. That his birthday party be held at Chuck E. Cheese.
2. That there be a piñata. With a bat.
3. That all of the guests jump out and yell “Surprise!” at some point during the party.
4. This is the tricky one… He does NOT want the Chuck E. Cheese mouse to be at his party.
Exactly five years ago today I went into labor for the first time.
I was 31 weeks pregnant with The Goose when I began having contractions. My midwife told me to go to the hospital, and I was surprised to find out that I was in labor.
Friday is the start to our weekend, and I always plan something fun for us to do. Over the summer, we went to bounce houses, sprayscapes, beaches, plays, movies, miniature golf and more. All in the name of Fun Day Friday.
Fun Day Friday started as an accident. The Goose was taking swim classes every Friday morning, and we always ended up heading over to McDonald’s for lunch immediately after. I was tired of always doing the same thing, so one week I decided to change things up. I took The Goose to Subway for lunch and then to the park for a playdate with a few of his friends from school.
As a mom, I have an internal computer that keeps track of everything. Soccer schedules, swimming lessons, doctor appointments, birthday parties. I know who, what, when, where and why. But here’s the thing…
What if I’m not around? What if, while walking down the street minding my own business, I am struck by a bus. Who is going to take The Goose to soccer? Wait, what day is it? Does he have soccer today? Or was that yesterday?