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Someday

Loved this so much I had to share . . .

 

what I tell myself on those really really really long tiring motherhood days….

Someday my house will stay clean.

Someday the dishes will be done and cereal not spilled on the floor.

Someday the juice box straw wrappers won’t be stuck to the counter.

Someday there won’t be swings to push.

Continue to read at: “Someday” – Finding Joy

How to Homeschool … for Cheap

 

Homeschool #2

As I prepare for another challenging and exciting homeschool year, I am seeing facebook group pages fill up with people who are unsure, tentative and a bit overwhelmed by starting homeschool.  They don’t know where to start.  Or some have done enough research to pave a small path, but the amount of curriculum possibilities, and associated dollar signs, makes their heads spin.

I’m all about making sure my children have the best education I can give them.  But best doesn’t always have to mean most expensive.  Here are a few tips:

1) Take advantage of curriculum or curriculum aids in your public library.  That’s right, I’ve found excellent supplemental items in the library.  Granted, you can’t hang on to it for the entire school year, but depending on the item you may be able to structure your studies to get full use out of it during your time.  And you can always continue to renew!  You can also pick up books that give you great homeschool info, like 102 Top Picks For Homeschool Curriculum.

2) Attend used curriculum sales.  Co-ops, conferences and now many Facebook pages offer used curriculum at great discounts.  So what a few pages are marked up or have highlighting?  You can get the meat of what you need from it, and avoid new book costs and shipping fees.

3) Go on virtual field trips.  All sorts of trips are available for art, history and science.  It’s a great way to learn and can ease the cost of attending so many events.  However, you’ve got to get out of the house once in a while! :)  In which case, you want to ….

4) Research Homeschool Days.  From the aquariums to museums, ballparks to theme parks, it seems like everyone is offering days specifically geared to homeschoolers.  The rates tend to be a little lower, and you meet other like-minded people.  It can be a nice bonding experience.

5) Pool resources.  If you have more than one child who is homeschooling, consider allowing them to share a textbook.  Just buy separate workbooks.

6) Lastly, check out online curriculum.  There are tons!  And it’s not just having the child sit in front of the computer all day.  Some curriculum give you work to print, or activities to do.

Homeschooling doesn’t have to be expensive.  Be open, be creative and enjoy the possibilities!

Exposure

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(Us with Governor Nathan Deal)

A couple of years ago, we were in the doctor’s office, waiting for the boys to get their regular checkups. My youngest, 2 at the time, started playing with another 2-year-old and they were having fun. My oldest son, then 6, was there too. The other mother remarked about how well-mannered my boys seemed to be – how well they spoke, how well they acted. She then expressed concern over her son …. and the way he would swear. Huh? Yes, she was concerned about her 2-year-old swearing, and asked me how I kept my kids from doing it. Once my surprise wore off, sadness set in for this young lady, who truly wanted her child to do better, and seemed lost to the fact that she was probably the very reason for the swearing. What I mean is, any child, especially one that young, is going to reflect whatever he is exposed to. You, as a parent, are responsible for that exposure.
That interaction caused me to think … about what I expose my boys too. Of course I consciously avoid the bad. But I want to make a pointed decision to expose them to the good; to expose them to:
– People who make them think, and make them express themselves
– People who have achieved great things, from whom they can learn
– Situations where they may be unsure or “out of their element”, so it can become their element
– Those who are less fortunate, to maintain a heart of compassion and love

Here’s to seeds of greatness being shown … through exposure.

The Greatest Show On Earth . . . Part 2

Circus popcorn

I told you Monday about how we got into the circus for the low low. Now I’ll tell you how I kept quiet a couple of little boys who eat for sport … and want everything in sight.

– Feed them – good – before we go inside. And I don’t mean in the food court of the venue, where prices are sky high. We stroll past Chick Fil A or another restaurant where it’s food they like, they can fill up, and it doesn’t break the bank.
– Strike up a deal, almost immediately. Their eyes will glaze over at the toys and gadgets they could buy. Then hamburgers, hot dogs and pizza, oh my! I scope out the prices and find something they can both SHARE. Don’t you want Popcorn? Bingo. Redirected.
– Bring in a few goodies of your own, if you can. A snack pack of cheezits or something similar can go a long way after the salt and butter of the popcorn have worn off.
– Eat slowly. Doesn’t always work, but I try to slow them down.
– Give them something to look forward to. No, I’m not going to buy any other items (gotta stick to my budget). But when we get home we’ll have a special snack and talk about our fun time.
My tricks don’t always work, but use a few together … and you’ve got a winner.

The Greatest Show On Earth . . . My Way

Boys at circus

Yep, I did it my way. I took my princes to see the circus the only way I know how – economically. Let me give you a few tricks of the trade to save money on ticketed events.

– Always google the word “discounts” or “coupons” with whatever event you’re going to. In this case I searched for “circus discounts” and found out about an awesome program at the local library. Read 5 books, get a free child’s ticket with an adult purchase. Bam.
– Sign up online to receive emails from the company. I’ve done this several times and gotten great details re: early sales, ways to save, etc. I signed up for the birthday club from Legoland and got free entry for each boy during his birthday month.
– Facebook. I sign up for the company’s facebook page, and tap into some of my “frugal” networks to see what deals they’ve unearthed. Our local paper also has a column on seeing Atlanta cheap. I stay on top of that.
– Check out all of the savings websites. Groupon, ScoreBig, Living Social and Goldstar are just a few. I scour these sites to compare which deal is the best.

We loved gaining admission, paying less than normal.

Coming soon … how I saved money once we got inside.

Love Me Some Him

My youngest son and I are opposites. I’m outgoing, he refuses to communicate. I’m pretty affectionate, he’s … not. When it’s time to be calm and reserved, he thinks it’s time to get buck wild. Though we are alike in one critically important way – we both love chocolate and macaroni and cheese. Lol. But I digress. Let’s just say, with two completely different personalities, there may not seem to be a lot of common ground.

Yet there is in one very important way. Love. I love my sweet four year old baby boy. I love his little fat juicy hands and cheeks. I love the way he talks. I love his smile. I love to see him run, happily playing, without a care in the world (even if he’s wearing me out). I love to hear him sing and laugh. I love to see him lick his lips and rub his belly for his favorite foods. And I love to cuddle with him.

As a parent I’m learning that it’s not about trying to get my kids to fit in a certain mold for me, or about seeing how “like me” they can be. It’s about loving them for who they are, as the precious gifts God meant them to be. And I do love me some him.

Yes, But He’s Mine

I had a harrowing day. Dentist appointment, school, business calls in the middle of grammar assignments, grocery shopping, son that ran buck wild around the store (there truly is not another way to describe it), basketball practice, baths, prayers and bed. To say I am exhausted would be an understatement. As my mind wanders over my day, it becomes fixed on one point … one little 4-year-old point to be exact. My youngest son (the one who ran around the store and screamed, crazy and carefree). It took all of my energy – mental, physical, emotional – to maintain composure. I warned. I was firm. I threatened. I finally pleaded. Nothing worked to calm him down. He wasn’t upset mind you … just having fun. I felt the other shoppers’ eyes. Some were scathing. A few came over and told me how “cute” he was (not quite sure how they meant it). A few times I wanted to pretend I didn’t know him. But as I think back over it all, I come to one conclusion … this kid is pure energy with legs. He’s loud, wild, funny, maddening, silly, frustrating and exhausting. But he’s mine. And I love him just the way he is.

Of course I can say that now … lol. But if you see me out shopping … don’t ask.

Who’s the Real Superhero?

superhero

My husband posted something profound on Facebook today. It definitely bears repeating. Well said, honey.

I was getting ready to get my little man(4) ready for the day. He did not want to because he had on his superhero underwear and he knew it meant putting a clean one on. I started thinking you are not a super hero because of what you wear…which lead me to thinking about us n our relationship with god. we are not defined by what we do, have or wear. We are ‘super’ because we serve and belong to a ‘super-natural’ God. As such, it’s time we go out and be ‘super’. Rescue some one today, encourage someone today, amaze someone today, avert a crisis today, after all you are a ‘super-hero’ serving a ‘super-natural’ God! ‪#‎Da‬-Real-Super-Heroes

Not On The Court, Mom

Not on the Court 2

It finally happened. I embarrassed my son. He was incredible on the basketball court – as incredible as an 8-year old can be. He’d actually made two shots to help his team win the game! I was so proud. I shouted – a lot – during the game. During one of my “let’s go” moments, I let a nickname slip. It’s not a “cutey” name or doesn’t contain the words “sweetie, honey or precious”, so I thought I was in good shape. After his face morphed into a deer caught in headlights, he frantically waved his hands “nooooo!” from the court. I thought I was just too loud, lol. Turns out, after the game, he explained that I could only call him “Andrew” on the court. My face fell. I was crushed. Really? Yes, really.

And the list has grown. I also am not supposed to randomly kiss him in public, and I can’t be too silly, lest any of his friends are around. Plus, I can’t mention certain TV shows he watches or fun things he does at home, in case it’s too silly. I mean, really, how am I supposed to remember all this?!

I can’t believe the regulations from my 8 year old. Sniff sniff. Not on the court, indeed ….