<p>&nbsp; Terrible twos? Two years old.&nbsp; I feel like I get a look of sympathy and understanding every time I say my son is two.&nbsp; We all know and have [&hellip;]</p>

I am on day three of snow days this week, and another is coming tomorrow.  I haven’t left my house in three full days.  I am beginning to believe that no one knows any other words than “mama” at varying levels of volume.  Although I may be closer and closer to starting to drink wine at noon, there are some activities that I have been doing with my boys that have helped beat some winter blues.

Playing independently is a great skill; however, if we are more intentional with teaching play skills, we can teach our children so much more!

The first year of my son’s life, I had no idea that febrile seizures were even a thing. As a few of my friends’ kids had them, I learned a little more, but they seemed rare, and while I felt for my friends, I didn’t think we had cause to worry. 

<p>So, fast-forward to early September. My little H noticed some Halloween costumes in Target and asked what he would be for Halloween. I told him it was up to him. Shockingly (no, not at all shockingly), he asked if he could be an excavator. I told him I didn&#8217;t think I could make that, to which he replied &#8220;Why? You made a bulldozer. An excavator can&#8217;t be that much harder.&#8221; Touche, kiddo! I knew I could do it.</p>

After that night in the Walgreens parking lot, I decided that I would be the village.  If I’m at the park with my children and an unattended child there gets hurt, I will do my best to help, not wonder where their parent is.

As summer break winds down and we get ready to restart the school routine, I often wonder – what are teachers thinking about this time of year?

I came across a book called The Diaper-Free Baby. I had never heard of Elimination Communication before, but it made sense to me. I read parts of the book to my husband, who is notoriously skeptical of things that are “hippie-dippy,” and he said it seemed reasonable.

You can make your personal choices; I am there to support and guide you. Reach. Stretch yourself to your highest potential, so that one day, you might ‘shatter the ceiling’ that you could barely touch when you began.

My job has allowed me to be able to spend time thinking of my least and most favorite in a variety of categories, often needing my second and third most favorite as well. Regardless, my new least favorite word is: nope.