Homemade Cottage Cheese... recipe by my 3 year old!

Tornado: Can I have some cottage cheese please?

Mommy: We don't have any cottage cheese.

Tornado: Well, we could make some.

Mommy: We can't ma... I don't know how to make it.

Tornado: I know how.

Mommy: How?

Tornado: Just get the grinder, and put some yellow cheese in. It turns it white. So there you go.

Mommy: (Smile smile smile)


What more can I say... the kid knows how to do it.

Labels: As it happens..., Have to Laugh, Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 12:48 PM 1 Comments

Where is Babychaser anyway?

Ok, ok... I know. I've been away from this little blog for a while. To tell you the truth, it feels like a lot longer than 10 days. All is well... just busy. And tired. We're around.

Sickness (which is gone now... finally), multiple nightly feedings, 3 kids, regular exhaustion, mountains of laundry, walks in nice weather, and more have kept me away. (In the "more" category, I've been working on a bloggy face lift. I have no idea how long in the coming that is, but it's on the horizon somewhere.)

I do have to admit that I have more time available to blog than I have energy. I've planned on a number of opportunities to sit and post something, but by the time it comes around, I'm either too tired to care anymore, or there is something else that I really "should" do with the energy.

I do have lots to post though! And I'm not gone forever... I just need to dig out the house first! The piles (and the kids) are starting to take over.

Labels: As it happens...

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 2:58 PM 0 Comments

Chasing Three: Week 6

I suppose this is more an update on the last two weeks... since I missed last week. I'm sure you're all as busy as I am and didn't even notice. There's not much difference between the two weeks either, so I'll basically just let you know how were doing and where we're at now.

Chasing Babies
Still far from on a schedule, as a family anyway. Little Man is on a basic feeding/sleeping schedule. I sleep as long as I can in the mornings. Poor kids. They tend to wake up before I'm ready. I hope it's good practice for them... having them wait for "wake up time". One morning I found Sweet Pea's diaper off (not to mention her jammies) and a puddle of potty on the bare mattress (there was a sheet on there the night before). Perhaps they were left too long that day. Some mornings are just hard to drag myself out of bed. It depends on the quality and quantity of sleep during the night.

Once we're up it's a matter of juggling really... and waiting. Most of the morning is waiting actually... for one person or another. My beloved waits to get out of bed until the kids have all used the bathroom so that he can get ready for work. Some mornings Little Man waits to eat until everyone is dressed. Other mornings kids wait to get dressed (or up at all) until Little Man has had his fill. Kids wait for Little Man to eat before they are served breakfast (or vise versa). I wait to eat until things are calmed down.

Waiting.


Little Man
Little Man weighs 11 pounds 11 ounces as of today. That's 4.5 ounces in the last six days. Not bad at all... especially considering his higher birth weight! He's eating well... though sometimes it seems like he cries through his feedings. I have to be careful to stop everything else when feeding him or he doesn't do as well. Spitting up has slowed down most of the time... with the occasional waterfall.

We had another first this week when he smiled for me on Tuesday evening. My Beloved was working on something at the computer and I was sitting on the couch with Little Man. With all that goes on around here sometimes, I don't feel like I spend as much time just focused completely on him as I'd like. This was a time to do that. I just sat with him and talked. I couldn't tell you what we talked about, but I kept my voice quiet and interesting. Before I knew it I was looking at a half smile... then several. Then lo and behold, a complete smile just for mommy! I've never received a "first smile" from one of my babies before. This was very special!


The EC'ing Department
We keep keeping on. I've been feeling like we've been moving in the backward direction lately. Perhaps I've been too tired to take him potty (or lazy). Or perhaps we are just out of sinc.

I'm still catching at least half of his poops. It seems, though, that I'm "just missing" his potties pretty often. Or he is not wanting to go in the toilet for some reason. Like I said, we just keep keeping on... and I'm sure we're going to get through this hump.

I've started noticing a bit of a cue from him when he needs to poop. Ok... so I shouldn't say I noticed it. Last weekend we were with some friends. Little Man was pretty fussy throughout the evening... off and on. I was telling her about this whole EC thing and she wondered if he was fussing because he needed to poop. Sure enough! Fast forward to this last few days... I've definitely been noticing a pattern. Trick is that his cue is crying... plain old crying. Usually I'm thinking to my elf, "why are you crying?" I haven't gotten good at thinking, "oh, you're crying and I don't know why... maybe you need to poop." Hopefully I'll start putting it together. A couple times now I've missed a very blatant "I don't' know why you're crying" cue just to have him poop in his diaper. It can be a little discouraging and annoying, but my book says that there are no accidents. Even these misses are learning opportunites... and I'm seeing that they're right! Yes... I missed the cue. Yes... I had a mess to clean up. But yes... I am noticing this pattern. And yes... he is telling me he has to go. Now I just need to learn to respond to this communication!

Labels: Chasing Three, Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 9:43 AM 0 Comments

Two Boys and a Man

They're all sick.

All. Of. Them. (Edited to say: we're all sick now)

That's something I've never said before. Before now, they've "both" been sick... now it's "all". I can only smile at that. Of course not that my babies are sick... but that I can say "all" at all. No fevers as far as I know... and they don't even know they're miserable, which is nice. Runny noses, extra nose blowing, and my sweet girl sounds more like a man than a sweet girl.

She's not the only one going horse. Little Man seems to have a horse-ness to his cry. Nothing to suction from him yet (TMI?), but his spit up is, shall I say, not quite normal. He's also a bit fussier than normal.

I'm all about doing what works these days... and today it was wearing him. I'm not really a full time baby wearer. I wear him when it's convenient. Mostly when we're out... stores, on walks, church, etc. I rarely baby-wear around the house. I want him to learn to fall asleep on his own and to get that deep sleep that's hard to get when someone's bonking you in the head all the time... plus, it's just more comfortable to carry him when he needs to be up and to get my work done when he is content down or sleeping. With extra discontent in our home this evening and dinner to get on... then a disaster in the kitchen.... Let's just say babywearing is what worked today. I did all the dishes, and there were plenty, with Little Man in the sling kangaroo style. I'm hoping for some neck massage later this evening.

Overall we're doing well. I'm grateful for a clean kitchen (mostly), a home cooked meal (even if it was crazy to make it and we ate a couple hours late), sleeping children (sigh!), and the Bruster's in the freezer (thank you My Beloved for going out for it this evening!)

I'm hoping (with all the herbal tea we're drinking around here) everyone will start getting better before getting worse... and that no suctioning will be necessary!

Labels: As it happens..., Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 9:55 AM 0 Comments

No going back

Regret is an amazing thing. It comes so unexpectedly. Unwelcome. Experiencing it the other evening, I've paused to think. To reflect.

Once regret has come, there is really no way to make it go away. It's too late. This is something we are trying to help Tornado understand too. It's the consequence to an action... rather the feeling attached to that consequence. We may move on. Forget. But there is no going back.

I wasted my evening. I spoke harshly to the children. I didn't submit.

No going back.

There is, however, going forward. Repentance. Forgiveness. Learning. Change. Grace.

So much grace.

Regret can be used by the enemy. Sometimes it attaches itself to false guilt... sometimes it stands alone. In my life, however, regret is more often a tool used by my loving God. A wasted evening. Instead of being down and depressed about failing again, I can respond to the Holy Spirit's conviction. Repent. Seek forgiveness. Make changes for the future.

No. I can never recapture the time lost, the harsh word spoken, the sin allowed, but I can let it be worked together for good in my Father's willing hands!

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. ~Romans 8:28

In "all things"... When I am weak Lord, then I am strong!

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. ~2 Corinthians 12:9-10

Labels: From God's Word, Life Lessons for Mommy, Reflections

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 11:44 AM 0 Comments

Be still my heart!

Every first smile should be for mommy! And it was for me last night. :)

Labels: As it happens..., Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 11:03 AM 0 Comments

Growing in Gratitude

Labels: Gratitude, Life Lessons for Mommy, Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 1:55 PM 0 Comments

Preschool Corner: Reading together

As I've mentioned, we've said good-bye to official curriculum... even the homemade kind. We're saying hello to books, life and fun! (I'm working on the fun part... I do still have a newborn!)

We've been doing our reading (including our Bible/Character stuff) for sure... and that's about it these days. Aside from working strenuously on first time obedience with both Tornado and Sweet Pea... and getting Little Man to take his day time naps in his bed. That's a big one!

The kids have loved The Little House by Virgina Burton. I'd never read it before... but Tornado loves the trains... go figure!

An Amish Year has been a favorite for both of them too, but especially Sweet Pea. A week or so before Little Man made his appearance, we made a trip into Amish country to an Amish run organic store. While we were there the kids were excited to see all the horse and buggies around. We tried to explain some of it, but I made a mental note to get some books from the library. It's been such a hit that I plan to get some more books about the Amish in the coming weeks! (Their work ethic helps encourage me to get my own work done too!)

Aesop's Fables is going over well too... The first one in the book is The Boy Who Cried Wolf. That very day I was able to use that lesson with Tornado around nap time. We've been struggling to find a way to help him understand the importance of being honest... very helpful! What I didn't expect is that it would disturb the next several sleep times with fears of a wolf being in the room to eat him. I assured him that the wolf was only there to steal and eat the sheep... and that if there is ever a real wolf in the room, he can call for me, and just like the towns folk, I'll come scare him away. "But don't forget," I told him, "you need to tell the truth. Don't call mommy about it if there isn't a real wolf!" Very funny!

We haven't done any "Table Time" lately, but one day Tornado plopped himself down in front of our chest freezer and started arranging the Leap Frog Fridge Phonics in order... by himself. He did the first couple on his own before I even knew what he was doing. Then he started asking me (who was doing dishes nearby) where letters were (as you can see, they were every which way, making it harder to notice them). I would help him some, but mostly let him do it himself. He got to letter "L" before I called him to do something else. He was adamant that no one touch them so he could finish later. We never did get back to that before his sister "messed them up" the next day.




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Labels: Homeschooling my 3 year old, Preschool Corner

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 9:08 AM 3 Comments

A Birth Story: Little Man

It all started Thursday morning, August 5th at my routine prenatal appointment. Everything looked good with baby, but mommy had an unusually high blood pressure--140/something. It could have been nothing, but since I was (I should say baby was) already two days overdue, the midwife was unwilling to take the risk. An induction was scheduled for Friday morning, 7:30am.

After a number of self started contractions Thursday afternoon and evening, and one last trip to the park as a family of four, we settled into bed.

Six o'clock came slowly for me as I was up a number of times, not with contractions, but with regular pregnancy discomforts. When the alarm did sound, I was ready--sort of. Friends of ours arrived with their 4 month old around 6:30am. He began work at 7, so they built in some time that morning for him to drop his wife and daughter at our home to stay with the kids while we were away (it was the one day we didn't have anyone available to stay with the kids... we were grateful they came!) Not long after their arrival, J left for work and I was filling L in on all I could think of. All the while, though, I was having more contractions, and stronger than the day before.

I woke Tornado and Sweet Pea at 7am so we could explain, again, where we were going and so that they could say good-bye to us. At 7:20, we were in the car and on the way. My contractions were closer together and requiring more of my concentration. It seemed like each turn we made came during one, making it impossible to both relax and keep myself upright at the same time. And I found that Dr. Bradley is right, contractions hurt more when you aren't completely relaxed... a lot more!

I did the crazy big girl thing and walked in from the parking lot and even forwent the wheel chair at the entrance. I didn't want quite that much attention this time around.

Our sweet nurse Nicole was in the birthcenter to greet us, showing us right to room 320 and getting us settled. As we walked into the room she turned and looked at me, "Let's get one thing straight," she said sternly, "I am not delivering this baby!"

"Ah," I said smiling, "you've read my chart." When Sweet Pea was born, the midwife didn't quite make it, and our nurse Mary was the one to deliver her.

Seemingly endless questions like "Do you have running water in your home" and "access to a car" were interrupted by contraction after contraction, at which time I would lay my head back, close my eyes and "stomach breath" to the best of my ability--just like it said in my book. This too seemed to reduce the pain. Throughout the morning, various nurses and midwives encouraged me in those moments when I'd "leave the room", as I'd overhear them saying to each other comments like, "she's doing so good" and, "isn't she good?!?" It at least made me feel like I was doing something right.

After a check by the midwifery student (Molly) and a chat with the midwife (Bonnie), we were alone. Just my sweet husband and me. There is something so special about laboring with my Love. He is always caring and sweet, but how it is amplified in labor when his desire to serve me is never greater.

He sits and stands nearby, taking pictures of anything he thinks I'll want later, holding my hand, telling me I'm doing great and that he loves me.

When they were putting in my IV (before the midwives came in actually), he hovered about staying out of the way, yet staying close and helpful to all. The first IV blew the vein, which I expected. I had warned her that when Sweet Pea was born it took five tries. She was determined it would not happen again and brought in another nurse to try. That one stuck with some extra care and special treatment, but it hurt, and the Penicillin hurt worse--for almost an hour! At that point, the IV was actually worse than the contractions.

Once the antibiotic was done (and my arm started feeling better), things quieted down in our room. For a while I was able to chat and be normal between contractions. But after a time, things progressed further. I would feel the contraction coming and begin my deep "stomach breathing." Once the contraction calmed some, I'd feel myself simply turn and lay my head over. I'm sure this was distressing to my sweet husband. He would ask if I was okay and I would give a tiny, barely noticeable nod. I was apparently in the next stage of labor.

I have no idea how long I was in this "stage" as I wasn't paying much attention to anything other than the contractions, which were coming anywhere from one to five (maybe) minutes apart. All of a sudden I was announcing, "I'm nauseous." My Beloved knew what this meant, but the nurse was asking if I needed a basin. She got it to me quickly, and just in time. I was contracting and throwing up as I heard My Beloved tell the nurse that this usually meant "transition." Next thing I knew I was shaking violently... then it was over. And for a few minutes things were lighter in the room.

Before long, though, it was intense again, and now I was hot. Unbearably hot. When Molly checked me, I was only 6 cm (1 more than the morning) and baby was still high. My Beloved was fanning me now and wiping my face with cool damp clothes. This felt great and made it endurable.

Bonnie and Molly were in to check on us and recommended using the birthing ball, saying that sometimes moving around helps to move the baby into the right position... speeding things along. It sounded like a good idea so they brought it in for me. When it came time to actually use it though, I declined. Contractions were coming so fast and so hard that I didn't want to be in between laying on the bed and leaning on the ball when one came. I was afraid I would find myself in a position I couldn't completely relax in... and I didn't know if I could take that.

After a second transition like period of throwing up, the contractions were even more intense. I was now moaning the exhale parts of many contraction's "stomach breaths." And I was ready for it all to be done. Unwilling to do it anymore, yet uninterested in alternatives.

The time came for a second dose of antibiotics (because of my positive GBS). A decision had to be made. The first round was immensely painful... almost unbearable with the contractions. Now they were going to do it again and I was barely making it through the contractions as it was. My sweet husband told me I could choose either way, but it was such a hard decision. I knew I didn't want it again... but what if I passed on it and something terrible happened to our baby? Finally, I decided. "I don't think I can handle it," I said to My Beloved. The decision was made... turns out, it didn't much matter.

Within minutes, my back pain was even worse than it had been, and I decided, finally, rather suddenly, that I wanted to lay on my side. I announced it, then felt the urgency to already be there as another contraction was already coming. I remember My Beloved trying to prop pillows behind my back for support, just as I wanted him to, but then was urgently asking (telling?) him to just push on me... push on my back... push... harder.

I'm not sure how many contractions I lay like that for (1?, 2?, 3?, or more), but it wasn't many. Before I knew it, the feeling I'd been waiting for had come (apparently I should have rolled over hours before!) My room was "full." My Beloved was with me of course, but my nurse, the midwife and the midwifery student had all been hanging out in our room , just watching and waiting. (I found out later that my nurse had asked Molly to stay close because she was afraid of having to deliver the baby herself! Isn't that great?!?)

"I feel like pushing," I said calmly to the room. Molly got up and, I think, said something about checking me. Then I said... not asked... "I'm pushing." And with as deep a breath as I could muster, I held a push for as long as I could. And they saw his head.

"I'm pushing again." I said (everyone was up now.) I heard someone (maybe my midwife Bonnie) tell me to just follow my body... which I was already doing, but I was encouraged to know that meant they were ready. I took a deep breath and held it as long as I could. Let it out, drew in another, held it and pushed some more. With one more held breath and push, his head was out. A moment later the next contraction was upon me and the deep breath holding and pushing resumed, bringing my baby boy into this world... in his bag. (The nurse was very excited!)

A second later they placed my purple boy on me, drying and wrapping him as best they could while the midwife team "finished up."

It's amazing how you can immediately feel like a new person. The energy I seemed to lack between contractions moments before had really just been stored so I was ready for each new contraction. All the work was over now and all my energy was restored so that I could focus it on my boy.

My precious baby boy was with us... perfect and healthy. Within fifteen minutes he was nursing, eyes looking around.

Labels: Pregnancy, Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 7:04 AM 3 Comments

Chasing Three: Week 4... plus some

Yesterday, Little Man was one month old. It's so hard to believe. Time is passing so quickly. I wish I'd been better at taking note of different happenings last week... or at least getting this posted on time, because then I wouldn't be struggling so much to remember what last week was. I claim lack of sleep... or mother of three... or mother of an infant... or any number of things, but it doesn't change the reality. I don't remember last week much. And there aren't many pictures of it either. In fact, I think the above shot of his new diaper (and the others like it) are the only ones of the week! Isn't that terrible. Every other time I had the camera out for pics of the kids, he was in the sling. Oh well! Sometimes life gets in the way of recording itself!


Chasing "Babies"
Dropping my homeschooling plans for this year is the best thing I could have done for us. Life was much less stressed. Reading has become our main activity! And I couldn't be more thrilled. Both children are more interested in reading books and especially being read to. We read, read, read... while I'm nursing, after nursing is done, while Little Man sleeps and any other time they ask and I can say yes. I requested a bunch of random books (random because they don't have anything to do with each other, not because I picked them haphazardly) from the library, and the kids have really enjoyed them. I'll share more about them in our preschool post later in the week.

Hugs are the mainstay of our home these days! Hugs of the baby that is. Both children want to hug and kiss him all the time. I've had to make a rule that there is no hugging while Little Man nurses... it was getting awkward and cumbersome for me! There are times when Tornado interrupts his play 3, 4 or even 5 times (in only 5-10 minutes time) to come over and hug and kiss his baby brother!

We received one more meal from a family at church last week... and have been digging into our freezer stash ever since. That's actually a good thing because we need to make some room in our freezer for the (hopefully) coming deer when hunting season comes. Things need to be rebooted in there anyway!

One evening we took them all to the park! What fun the kids had running around and climbing on everything!


Little Man
Thursday our scale arrived... sigh! We got it all ready to use and weighed him on Friday... then again yesterday for his official 1 month weight. 11 pounds, 2.5 ounces! I'll take it. I read/heard somewhere that you should judge "birth" weight (as far as comparing for growth) based on the lowest weight he reached before starting to gain again, so that's what I'm doing. Though he was 9 pounds 10.6 ounces when he was actually born, I'm counting 9 pounds 2.5 ounces as his starting weight... putting him in the 87th percentile at birth... and the 85th now! Praise the Lord for 2 new pounds this month!

More of his nights are stretching out a little. Some nights he only wakes me once before the morning feeding... and others it's still twice. It is okay with me though. He is still so little and I am content with our current schedule.

I've been holding him just before nap times... more than the other kids. I don't know if I'm more of a push over these days, or if he's just more upset than the others were. When it's time for a nap, sometimes he goes right down, but most of the time he cries for a bit before falling asleep. Other times he just cries and cries. I check on him regularly and am very aware of the crying (I hate it when my babies cry). Occasionally he gets so worked up that he sweats like crazy! His hair is wet through... and it only takes a minute or so to get like that. Those are the times (and a half a dozen others too) that I can't stand it and pick him up... carrying him around while he calms down. Occasionally he never does go to sleep. Other times he gets so sleepy that I'll try to put him back in bed. I sure hope things level out sometime!!

We had our first official "first" this last week too. I put him on a blanket on the floor to snap the above picture and before I could get myself into position with the camera, he'd rolled himself over onto his back. He did this several times in a row. Apparently he didn't want to be on his tummy!


The EC'ing Department
I can officially say that more poops go into the toilet than go into a diaper! And for this I am very thankful! We had our first and only "blow out" this last week too, and I know it was all due to my own laziness. I had just decided (at around 3am if I remember correctly) that I didn't want to get up to give him a chance to poop on the toilet. I was ok with him pooping in his diaper if he was going to. I just wanted to get him back in bed and go back to sleep myself. I had barely finished that very thought when I felt something wet on my hand. I don't even know how it happened, but silently, he pooped all over everything. There was actually more outside the diaper than there was inside the diaper! Suffice it to say I've made it a point to give him opportunities when I thought he needed them... even in the middle of the night.

Pottying is going well too... sometimes I think he responds to my cues (sounds of "sssssss" while holding him over the toilet) and other times I know he doesn't. :) Regardless, it's going well! We even demonstrated for friends who have a 5 month old and I think their sold on the idea!

Labels: As it happens..., Chasing Three, Raising Children

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 2:36 PM 1 Comments

Preschool Corner: Tossing the Bath Water...

... keeping the baby. All of them.


I had some pretty big ideas about what preschool would look like this fall. I sat with notebook in hand this summer, very large with child, while the kids ran around in the grass that makes up our front yard. I started with a basic list, a brainstorm of ideas. From there, I organized it all onto a calendar... taking into consideration special dates that work for the themes I had in mind. Then I started thinking in more detail about what I would include for each week's theme. I wanted to have as much planning done before baby came as possible... so I'd be more likely to get it done on this end.

Let's just say... the time and work were not wasted. I can still use those ideas someday... if I want to. But I am making the decision to let it all go.

The plans.

The schedule.

The delusions of grandeur.

I'm tossing them out the window. Saying good-bye. And not looking back (except to borrow ideas when I want to.)

But let me clarify here... I'm tossing my plans. My curriculum. My lesson plans.

I am not tossing learning. Education. Preschool.

The bath water (my curriculum) is gone. The baby (learning) is sticking around! (As is Little Man... just in case you're worried!) Just with a little less structure (or no structure... as the case may be.)

So below is the new plan, for now... always ready for tweaking as needed! This may simply be the plan for this week... or this month. Maybe it will last through the fall, or to Christmas. Maybe it will be all of what this "school year" looks like. It's ok. He's 3, she's 2. This is preschool we're talking about. And it looks like, as hard as I've tried to fight it, this more relaxed approach is the best way for us after all!

We'll be concentrating on character in general... obedience specifically. I'll be learning how to slow down. To incorporate the children into life. To exude gratefulness. To keep my focus upward. To keep our home with joy. And so many other things. The kids will learn whatever they glean from the day to day... and hopefully a lot of what I'll be learning will spill over onto them.


Our plan:

Bible and Character

Small Talks About God:Devotions for Young Children
Scripture Memorization
Bible Stories
Catechism (Big Truths for Little Kids: Teaching Your Children to Live for God)

Science

Nature
Seasons
Animals (interest led)

Reading/Language Arts

Read Alouds (Chapter Books specifically, but also tons of picture books)
Mazes, Tracing, Coloring, etc.
Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons or The Ordinary Parent's Guide to Teaching Reading (not doing this right away, but plan to start sometime this year)

Math

Number Recognition to 20
Telling Time (again, not right away, but a goal for the year)
Other early math as it comes up in life

Social Studies

Literature based (as it comes up in our reading)
Holidays
Community Helpers (interest led)

I hope to share with you each week some of what we've done... and what it ends up looking like. I'm excited for the year, and I'm no longer overwhelmed because this is pretty much what our lives look like without trying. I'll prep for some things and plan some activities as I have time, energy and desire... and if we don't ever get to working at the table (coloring/mazes) one week, I'm not going to worry about it.

As much as I love planning, I'm looking forward to just living... and seeing my kids learn through it!


Checkout what others are doing too!

Labels: Homeschooling my 2 Year Old, Homeschooling my 3 year old, Preschool Corner

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 3:23 PM 3 Comments

Attitude Adjustment

There are some great words of encouragement for us moms over at The Stay at Home Missionary! Scroll down to the bottom of the post where she shares a brief "snippet" of something that encouraged her. It struck right at the core for me... she put them on a 3x5 card. I want to do at least that... I may decorate my house with them! Regardless, I'd like to spend my days meditating on them until I see their fruit in my mothering!! Oh if I could just quote one of these verses instead of rolling my eyes or letting out a frustrated sigh (or yell) in the heat of many moments around here!

Labels: Life Lessons for Mommy, Mommy's Tool Box

posted by ~Babychaser~ @ 7:29 PM 0 Comments