Be A Reading Rockstar!

So here I am, ready to brag.  This blog is part baby book, so I have to document all major milestones in my kiddos’ development, and this is a big one for me.  Friday night the English teacher within me melted into a pool of literary happiness when my dear, sweet, brilliant son Jax read a book to us cover to cover.  And it’s not a board book or one he has memorized.  It’s an actual big boy book.

Go, Dog. Go! is a 72-page book that is geared for ages 4-8, and according to scholastic.com, is written at a Grade 1.4 reading level.  And our little 3-year-old guy just plugged along, decoding and sounding words out, using the pictures for context clues, and generally rocked our world.  JDubbs and I sat with bated breath to see if he was actually going to finish reading the entire book, and he most certainly did!  Granted, the book has only 75 different words mixed throughout the book, so its repetition is a blessed thing, and we have read this book before–although it is a library book and not one we own, so it’s not a matter of having memorized it.  He just straight up READ the damn thing, and I could not have been prouder.

If you’re wondering what you can do start your kid down the path to being a rockstar reader, I found the Scholastic website to be pretty helpful, mostly with ideas the average parent is familiar with and is probably already doing.  I don’t have a lot of advice on this topic, other than what a brilliant friend of mine who is a literacy specialist passes on to me, but in case you’re interested, here is what we do and what I know from experience with my little guy and his little sister who is happily following in his footsteps.

1.  When they’re asking for it and into it, embrace the moment and read!!  There is hardly ever a time that I blow my kids off if they are asking to read a book–we read in the morning before we go downstairs, we read over meals–breakfast especially–and that has really cut down on the behavior issues at the kitchen table remarkably!  We read before naptime and bedtime, and any time in between.  Remember that if a kid reads for 10 minutes 10 times a day, that’s 100 minutes of reading!  Before long, their attention span will increase; just let them know that you’re there and ready to read when they are, and believe me, they will.

2.  Have a print rich environment.  That means, have books everywhere.  Not just in their bedroom, especially if their bedroom is not the area where they play most often.  Have baskets of books in child-accessible spots in as many rooms in your house as ones your kids are allowed to roam free in.  My kids have over 200 books just themselves, and they are constantly underfoot.  They love to grab their basket and head to the heater in the kitchen and camp out while I’m cooking breakfast, warming up and reading a good book or two.  They’ll look at them together, separately, or Jax will read aloud to Em. It’s no surprise that they have this kind of behavior–reading is a part of our day, just like any other.  And you don’t have to invest a small fortune in books to have this kind of environment–I just bought 6 books today at a used book store for less than $10 and we all have access to a library, which is free.

3.  Enforce appropriate reading behavior.  My kids know how to behave in a book store or a library because we go there once a week. It’s part of our routine, just like the grocery store or gymnastics.  They love the librarians, respect the library and hate to leave.  We replenish our stockpile of books every week with a few new ones, just to keep the interest alive.  And while we’re there, we get holiday books, non-fiction books, poetry books–whatever speaks to us that day. And don’t blame the library if yours isn’t up to par–ours isn’t, so we pay a yearly fee to be a member of the library in Woodstock, VT.  Its staff love my kids, encourage them, and are another set of adults who teach my kids not only about reading and a love of books, but about proper behavior, good manners, and having fun.  Pretty much one of our favorite places to be, any day.  Also, my kids know how to treat a book, and don’t take them for granted.  They pay dearly if they rip pages, especially if it’s a library book.  Teach them to treat books with respect, and they’ll understand books are something to value.

4.  Model good reading behavior.  This is easy enough.  READ in front of your kids.  I read aloud to JDubbs in the car, if you can believe it.  Talk to them about what you’re reading.  Show them that reading is not just something boring to do to lull you to sleep before bedtime.  We have reading picnics as a family, where we camp out on the floor and all of us read–and NOT on our computers or phones.  JDubbs will read the newspaper, I always have something I can catch up on, and the kids each have a basket.  It’s good to teach them to play with books on their own, too.  Exploring a book is just as fun as any other toy!

5.  Change it up.  If your kids have lost interest in their books, move them around the house.  I mean literally.  Move the upstairs books downstairs.  Put the bedroom books in the bathroom.  Put a stack of books in the kitchen.  Just like toys they haven’t seen in a while, if you put books in a new spot, your kids will gravitate toward them without you having to say a word.  Just watch.  And then pull out a book of your own and read, too.  Don’t forget chapter books!  As soon as your kids can sit for a long picture book, they may be interested in sharing a chapter book every night.  Jax and I have read Stuart Little, Mr. Popper’s Penguins, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and are in the middle of Winnie-the-Pooh.  Changes it up a bit every now and then.

6.  Let your kids read in their bed.  Whether it’s by the light of the nightlight, a reading light, or the hall light, whatever.  Half of the words Jax learned by sight were words he memorized by staring at them in bed.  He would have a book memorized, like Gossie and Gertie, or Brown Bear, Brown Bear, and he would stare at the pages, knowing what each page said already.  Soon he’d figure out that that word “bear” was bear, and that word “see” was see, because we read together and he understands how books work.  So after a while, he not only had the story memorized, but the words that corresponded with the stories, too.  And he is a very busy guy–he isn’t going to do this kind of in-depth study during the day, but at night for 20 minutes before he falls asleep, he is studying a very large stack of books that lay next to him in bed.  We hear thump, thump, thump as he tosses each aside as he finishes reading them, and before long, I realized he was learning as much, if not more, at night, than he was with me during the day.

7. Word World & Super Why.  Yes, you heard me.  One of the best ways my kids have learned to read is through PBS.  These two TV shows have given me more than one fabulous trick to teaching Jax a way to sound out a difficult word (like how -ing make the sound of ING!  Great song).  But that requires you to watch with them so you learn the tricks, too, so it’s not great for times when you need to take a shower or want to check your email.  Super Why helps on a higher level of cognition, such as the way sentences work and rhyming, but it does help nonetheless.  And they love them!  I mean, Jax was Super Why for Halloween for goodness sake!

8.  Make reading fun.  There are a zillion ways to intrigue kids about letters, words, and reading.  Jax learned how to read several words just by sharing the words that surround us, in stores and in the car.  Home, food, stop, go, zone, east, west, baby are all words he knows just by seeing them while we shop, and by taking the time the talk about our world, I can help reinforce the words around him.  You can’t have conversations with your kids like this if you’re listening to music all the time and talking on the phone–I’m just sayin’.  You can check out some of my best ideas on Pinterest or the ideas I have pinned for my imaginary homeschool (and no, I am not home schooling my kids and no, I will not home school yours).  Steal my ideas and steal other’s–that’s what’s so great about blogs!  There are more ways to teach a kid the alphabet than you think.  Start small and have fun.  Your kid will thank you for it.

9.  Know when they’ve had enough.  If your kid isn’t digging it, then drop it.  Don’t push it.  Come back and try to intrigue them next week.  We did flash cards because Jax asked for them, not because I was pushing him to learn to read before he was ready.  The kid loves letters, more than cars and trucks.  He always has.  But the drill-and-kill method doesn’t work well with him, and it probably won’t with yours.  Keep it interesting, and they’ll stay interested.

10.  Don’t give up.  That being said, think of it this way.  Learning and loving to read is not an option.  My kids did not have the choice, and Em fought me the hardest.  But it didn’t matter if I had to introduce books to her every half hour; the girl loves to read, and will probably surpass her brother just in the fact that she wants to read what he’s reading–not a surprise–so even though she’s not even two, she prefers lengthy picture books to board books any day.  Unless they’re about princesses.  Then she doesn’t care if they’re printed on toilet paper; she’s into it.

So take my advice and teach your kids to love reading as much as you teach them to love the Red Sox.  There’s room for both, and this comes from a Boston girl!  Educate yourself and keep yourself interested–reading the same old board books is not going to inspire anybody–so do your best to spice it up!  And when you have a minute, read this book:  The Read-Aloud Handbook: Sixth Edition.  It was shared with me by my aforementioned brilliant friend, and I can’t thank her enough for it.  Empowering, validating, and encouraging.  So worth ten bucks.

Go forth and read!  Share the news far and wide!  Your kids will love to read, damnit! And if you read this entire post,then you’re obviously the kind of parent who gives a damn.  I’ll be reading your success stories before you know it!

Now I’ve got to go see “The Hunger Games”–opening night tonight!  Even my husband read it!  See what a print rich environment can do for you?  Get you a hot date!

March Musings

I’ve been thinking a lot about the choices I make in parenting lately, from the words I use to the toys we buy (especially now that I have a Disney Princess-aholic on my hands).  How I am prone to over-analyze every aspect of my role as mother and am trying to tone it down a bit.  How something as simple as word choice and language impacts my kids every day.  How I have a hard time instinctively letting them play on their own, always trying to structure them or give them something to do, when in reality, they are just fine without me.  Better, probably, because their brilliant little brains can think of a thousand awesome things to do with an empty egg carton and I have to go on Pinterest to think of one.  I don’t think it hurts them that I am so willing to be their playmate or am staving off their boredom–I just don’t know how much I’m helping them, either.  Things to consider and work on, as always.

I read a great post from Moving Smart a while ago; it was my favorite one from the blog hop and I meant to bring it up here and never did.  Well it’s an extremely well written post about how we impart not only information to our kids, but also our opinions; how in our efforts to educate them we may also be over-informing them by attaching meaning to things without letting our kids experience them for themselves.  We project adjectives onto experiences or judge a food or a movie without considering what the child may have been thinking before we opened our big mouths.  So quick to educate, so quick to inform–what if my interpretation impairs a particularly magical moment that I didn’t even know was happening, and by throwing in my two cents, I took the shine off, or the sparkle out, or labeled a soup ladle a soup ladle, when in reality it was King Arthur’s sword freshly pulled from the stone?

Or like that scene in The Lion King, when Timon, Pumba, and Simba are all sharing what they think those twinkly things shining down on them from the night sky are, and Pumba’s ideas are dismissed as insignificant and Simba’s ideas are laughed at–it makes me wonder, have I done that to my kids today?  Have I labelled something as scary, silly, insignificant, useless, when to them it was mystical and mysterious only minutes before?  When I tell them that a star is a ball of gas millions of miles away, am I erasing all the future possibilities for folk tales and fables and fairy tales to weave their wondrous way into my child’s heart?  Am I over-educating them in an attempt to share the world with them?  Very likely, knowing me.  It requires a balance to teach and yet not tell, and although it is precarious, it is attainable.  Not that I know–I’m just musing over here.

The reason I thought of this is because suddenly Jax has begun labeling things as “scary.”  The idea of being scared of the dark has come up in a few books or TV shows, but nothing that I thought particularly resonated with him.  In the book Beyond the Rainbow Bridge that we received from the kids’ school, it talks about why Waldorf schools use real, unedited age-appropriate Grimm’s fairy tales rather than the softer, edited (ahem, Disney) versions.  It says,

“In a true fairy tale as those collected by the Brothers Grimm, human beings undergo trials and suffering and accept that deeds are a part of proving oneself worthy of the reward at the end of the path…They confront evil and overcome it.  Children experience the greed of the wolf and the evil of the witch quite differently than we adults do.  They experience these qualities more as archetypal pictures about life, but do not identify themselves personally with the suffering.  They trust that there will be a happy ending or that good will triumph over evil.  Such stores strengthen the moral lives of children….This strength and guidance will help them to deal with the challenges life brings to them.”

I think it goes back to what Gill from Moving Smart was talking about–the power of suggestion, or providing too much information.  Movies have music to create anxiety or build suspense.  Stories are read with emphasis. Adults are so quick to supply preschoolers with their emotions when they are upset, rather than allowing them to give voice to their own emotion –What’s wrong, Johnny?  Are you okay?  Did that SCARE you? when in reality the idea of being scared never crossed Johnny’s mind.  Now suddenly he thinks, Oh, crap, balloons popping are scary?  Well, does that mean balloons are scary?  Does that mean clowns are scary?  Now I hate clowns!  Man, I use to really like them, too.  We put the idea in their head–stars are balls of gas, clowns are scary–and we can’t take it back.  The innocence and wonder of childhood are gone.

Maybe that’s why I am so keen to keep my kids at the Waldorf school, because they not only understand this notion (and bring it to my attention), they guard children’s innocence as fiercely as other schools guard their IPads.  Because yes, I want to keep my kids in a blissful little bubble of happiness for as long as possible.  Is it going to last very long?  Nope.  Are they going to have to grow up eventually?  Of course.  But can I hope to foster the joy and simplicity of an early childhood spent at home with mom in the backwoods of Vermont for as long as I can?  You bet.  And if I can keep my heroes noble, my witches evil and vanquished, my kids’ spirits nourished, their curiosity piqued and their anxiety at bay for a while longer in the process, even better.

I just have to figure out how to make that happen.

Preschool Peer Pressure

As the winter continues and the temperature hovers closer to zero than to freezing more often than I’d like, my children and I are forced to spend more and more time indoors.  With that comes a sort of routine and inevitably weighing the benefits of getting my kids in their gear to head outside, even for a trip to the store, versus whether we should just suck it up, eat frozen chicken nuggets and Motts apple sauce for yet another day in an attempt to stay warm and close to home.  I’d say we’re about 50/50 and when it doesn’t seem unnecessarily cruel, we usually head out for at least part of every day.

This leads my train of thought to next year and the inevitable preschool dilemma because I imagine having to get our butts in gear and out the door by a certain time 2 or 3 days a week.  Jax will be 4 in October, which means that he still has two full years after the current one before he enters kindergarten when he will be nearly 6.  I’m happy with that situation for many reasons, but the most selfish is that he gets to stay home with me again for another year.  The older he gets, rather than looking forward to the days when he will be shipped off to school and disciplined by someone other than me, I instead feel panicky at the thought of entrusting his precious self to someone else.  Someone less than ideal.  Remember, I have been a public school teacher in my former life, and I know that all teachers have their faults and weaknesses.  Our kids will be public school kids, and I’m lucky enough to live in a town where the public elementary school is stellar.  I went in there the other day to inquire about their preschool program, and I could not have been more pleased with my first impression.  So that is not the question at hand.

The question is, Why are all preschool programs for 4-year-olds three days a week?  This is going to be Jax’s big transition to going somewhere alone, without me.  We all know where I’d LIKE him to go (ahem, Waldorf school, cough…) but where I’d like and where we can afford seem to be divergent roads in a yellow wood.  I am looking for somewhere in which I will entrust my son for the two years preceding his kindergarten year.  I am now realizing that almost every program is either for three or four days; does anyone else think that that is too much too soon?  Where is the baby step?  Or did I miss that step this year when he was three, when I was supposed to put him somewhere two days a week other than foster our relationship at home?  I don’t think either of us are ready for that.  Mostly me.  But maybe a small part of him, too.

This Saturday we went to a birthday party with probably close to 20 kids, and preschool was a hot topic discussed while arranging play mats, easing kids in and out of the bouncy house, and dishing out snacks.  All of the children present who would be three next year are going to a 3-day preschool program except for Jax and one other boy.  In a way I feel like I have to explain myself and admit that I’m not ready to send him away for three days next year.  No, we don’t have a school picked out yet.  No, we’ll probably do something a little more unorthodox (a.k.a. piece random shit together).  I want to hold off for 3-day preschool until the year before he goes to school.  Now, please note that my friends are the least judgmental crew I could have asked for, and if I told them I was going to home school Jax for the rest of his life, send him off to military school tomorrow, or send him to a local co-op, they would be more than supportive.  Just as I think it’s perfectly acceptable for them to be sending their kids somewhere a few days a week, they understand that it’s what works for our family not to.  But I felt a bit conflicted–everyone else’s kids are going somewhere, why not Jax?  What am I afraid will happen?  That he’ll learn too much?  That he’ll grow up too fast?  No and no, he’s already pretty smart and also thinks he’s the big kid of campus at our tiny little Waldorf school.  Nothing bad would happen if he went somewhere for 3 days a week next year.  So what’s holding me back?

I think one of the reasons is that I am nervous about letting go, but not because I want to keep my kids under my wing forever.  I just have very high standards for what I consider appropriate play and what I would judge a suitable playroom for my kids for that many hours a week, and those standards aren’t the norm.  I am terrified to send him into a traditional preschool, which so closely resembles a kindergarten room, and have the experience be negative and thus put a negative spin on school in the future.  That’s why I love the Waldorf school so much–it feels so much more like a home, like an extension of a beautiful, peaceful, non-academic/low pressure playground where the balance between play and learning seems to be seamless.  It doesn’t really have an academic connotation at all–that’s all under the overt radar.  I have always hated drilling children and didn’t do it in my classroom; what if a different preschool smothers the flame of his love for learning and letters and reading by overdoing it, or not doing it well?

Is this a problem that I’m going to have to face at any school, in any situation?  Absolutely.  Most parents I talk to think I’m crazy.  If I put it off traditional preschool for a year and direct his exuberance and excitement to places other than the traditional school setting for a bit, do some of you understand why?  Because I’m crazy and a bit of a micro-manager?  Yes.  Because I’m lucky enough to be home with my kids, and I’m just not in a rush to see it end?  That, too.  Call me crazy, but even on the most hectic of days, I just straight-up like being home with them.

And before you call me a hypocrite, yes, I would send Jax to the Waldorf nursery school in a heartbeat, and yes, that is three days a week.  But I am so on board with their philosophy and their manner of discipline and play that I would feel more than confident that his needs were being met and his self was being nurtured in a way of which I would approve.  Am I being a crazy, nit-picky mom who says, It’s Waldorf or the highway for preschool?  Maybe, for now.  Is that in Jax’s best interest?  Maybe not.  But as one of my friends pointed out today, we can mostly blame ourselves for the flaws in our kids’ personalities, be it co-dependence, arrogance, fear, or the like.  Of course by “flaws,” I don’t mean to say there’s something wrong with our kids–everyone has something in their personality they have to work on (for me, it’s obviously over-analyzing even the most mundane of decisions)–and kids are no exception.  One huge reason I want Jax to go to preschool is because he is the most egocentric, I-am-the-most-important-thing-in-the-universe, praise-driven first child on the planet.  He needs to learn patience and that not all adults are here to worship him.  He has to figure out that he will not get praise or rewards or accolades for every teeny step in his development.  Is he going to learn this from me?  Heck no!  I’m the one who made him that way!  I will praise and worship and love this kid like he is the coolest thing since sliced bread, because to me, he is.  It’s not my job to teach him that reality (well, it is, but in smaller doses).  I need him to be around other adults and kids and to learn the nuances of sharing, friendship, cooperation, and patience.  But does he have to be gone three days a week in order to learn it?  I thought that doing Morning Garden one day a week this year was a good first step–apparently I’m already a year behind.

I’m just wondering if anyone else has ever had a hard time entrusting their children to others at this age, or was consumed with worry about how the decisions made at this point of their development will impact them throughout their lives.  I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to think that where and how often and with whom they go to preschool will greatly form who they will grow to be.  So, to me, if my ideal preschool location isn’t an option, is it so terrible to opt for the second best option, hanging out with me?  We plan to enroll him in two separate, one-day classes where he’d have exposure to the arts and sciences in a semi-formal, fun way that nurtures his creativity but keeps it light.  Plus some form of sport, like gymnastics or maybe soccer, and our weekly trip to the library for story time and a craft, and I think we will have created a pretty good preschool-program-for-four-year-olds that doesn’t require me to get up and out the door by 8:00 three times a week or on a blustery winter day if we don’t want to.  Or continue going if he hates it.  Or continue going if I hate it!  We have a whole other year for all that.  For now, I think I’ll just keep with my alternative, hodgepodge preschool format, and pray that one of you is a secret Waldorfian who wants to be a benefactor to one charming yet self-centered little guy who is trying to thrive in this crazy world constructed by his equally crazy mother.  With me over-analyzing every move we make, I can only hope that he develops into someone who isn’t completely neurotic, but even if he does, man will this kid be loved!  And potentially a super mama’s boy, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

Happiness Is… {big firsts}

Somebody took a big step this month!  Jax isn’t the only one going to school!

Yup, Miss Em is now officially indoctrinated into the wonderful world of our local Waldorf school.  Today is her second day, so she is still sticking pretty close to me and Jax, but within the month I know I’ll be second fiddle to homemade buns and baby dolls.  I love being able to share this first step toward loving school with both my kids, and I know this is where they belong for as long as we can make it happen.

So, while all of you are reading this, I’ll be making memories and sharing a lovely morning with both my kids.  I only hope all of you are as lucky!

So, come one, come all!  Join us for an inspirational blog hop that celebrates all things happy!

The Happiness Is… blog hop is simply a place to come, link up a post (not your homepage!) that made you happy recently (anything but a giveaway or review) and share it with the rest of us!  Photos, recipes, crafts, stories, moments, and anecdotes are all welcome!  Come peruse other amazing posts and meet fantastic new people in the blogosphere!  The only rule is to please grab my button (right sidebar) and link back to me in some way, otherwise you won’t be able to link up.  That way more people will come and learn about this uplifting way to promote your blog!

Also, I will try to link back to my favorite post of the week on Twitter and Facebook every Monday after the link closes.  It could be you!  And don’t forget to peruse past favorite links in my Happiness Is Blog Hop tab above.  If you’re featured, your link will be up there forever!  Last week my family was stricken by the gnarly stomach bug and I became a human vomit rag, so blog hopping was low on the priority totem pole.  I hope several of you made the time to do so in my stead–it’s no fun if you link and run!

So, are you ready?  On your mark, get set, hop!



Calling A Spade A Spade

This Christmas I tried hard to keep the Waldorf mentality in mind when choosing gifts for Jax and Em (to become familiar with my love for Waldorf early education, go here).  Granted, we did buy them a few movies and an electric guitar shaped like a dog, but overall we gravitated toward toys that are 90% child and 10% toy.  One example is that I originally wanted to get Em the Fisher-Price Little People Happy Sounds Home, which is adorable but, predictably, it’s plastic and has things like ringing doorbells and flushing toilets, which are cool, but not what I was looking for.

That plus the fact it was MUCH more expensive than I anticipated, we decided to go with the good old Melissa & Doug Fold and Go Mini Dollhousethat I found for practically half price on Cyber Monday.  Wooden, simple, with two poseable little people and just the right amount of furniture.  I love it, Em loves it, and everyone is happy.  The Waldorfian in me rejoiced.

She plays with it all the time, brings her super-Waldorf-esque wooden horse over to play with the little people, and overall we have a grand old time playing house.  Remember that the Waldorf model encourages no televisions in the home and minimal screen time overall, so I’m happy to have something so simple that keeps her attention for so long.  My wooden-toy-loving, quasi-tv-shunning, Waldorf-wannabe heart is full.  That is until today, when Em set up her little family thus:

Yeah that’s right; they’re watching TV.  Boy, girl, horse, TV.  ”Mouse and Duck,” to be specific, which I know means “Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.”  Is this her not-so-subtle way of telling me, Enough with the puppet show, Ma, give me the good stuff.   Stop pretending to be something you’re not; you can’t even afford to send us to this fancy schmancy private school anyway.  Oh, Lord.  Please don’t have her start pantomiming Handy Manny or name a baby Elmo while at school (she started last week).  My cover will be totally blown.  And I was so close, so very close, to a very Waldorf Christmas.  I guess it’s just Em calling a spade a spade.  We watch TV, Mom.  Embrace it.

Right on, sister.  Right on.

Hodge Podge

The difference between having one kid and two?  Between having a baby and a preschooler or two big kids?  The difference is I can barely get my camera out of the bag, let alone actually take pictures.  We go somewhere, I bring my camera, and just when I’m about to begin capturing the cuteness, Em happens.  She either wants to be held or she starts destroying things.  Either way, in a situation where I would be clicking away, I end up with a handful of photos to commemorate hours of fun.  It’s kind of depressing for a clickin’ mom like me.

So here are weeks’ worth of photos, whittled down to a simple few.

Hanging out at the playground while I do my photoshoots.  Able to take literally thousands of photos of other peoples’ kids.  I get only a few of my own.

Hanging out at Nana and Papa’s.  My little man doing what he loves most: reading, reading, reading.

Hanging out at home, being silly.  Wishing it was still warm enough for puddle jumping.  Jax is wearing my boots, Em is wearing his.

Hanging out, ready to go on The Polar Express with Nana and Papa!  Big grins and pajamas required!

This is the big shocker: only 4 photos from the Winter Fair at school this year?  Last year I was floored by the beauty surrounding me as we explored what was to become Jax’s school.    It was a life-altering experience; it helped shape how we parent and brought me to the educational experience we are now enjoying so dearly today.  But between showing both sets of grandparents the splendors of the school, perusing the gorgeous wares for sale, or guiding my kids through the sea of people, I was a bit overwhelmed and claustrophobic by the end; I did not get to capture the glory of the day.  But it was still wonderful, and I am so looking forward to Em joining us in Morning Garden in January!

On our way to music on Fridays, we tried to stop and be sure to donate to the local food drive every week.  At first, Jax was very reluctant to share his food with those who lost their homes/livelihoods/possessions in Hurricane Irene.  Our area was hit incredibly hard by the storm, and even though evidence of that is all around us, Jax didn’t understand why we had to share.  The first problem was that he thought we had to give ALL our food, but once he learned otherwise, he was more inclined to help.  He is still impressed by the damage (and the ensuing construction that will be rebuilding for years to come) and after a few weeks of discussion, he now will happily head to our pantry and choose something worthy of donation.  Last week he even gave his Cars mac n’ cheese!  That is a real sacrifice in the eyes of a three-year-old!

Now whenever he has to share his food at any time, he asks whether the person he is sharing with needs help from “The Damage.”  The Damage is a big concept to him, but whenever he looks at the aftermath of that momentous day, he is always impressed.  That’s not always a good thing, but like all of us, the sight always leaves an impression that is hard to ignore.

Lastly, I misplaced my camera during our friends’ Christmas party last week (found it later in my diaper bag), so I ended up with only a few shots.  I was so impressed with my friend Katie’s idea of having a kids’ tree in her playroom and ornaments for the kids to decorate during the party.  The moms took a timeout from food and husbands to help decorate the letter of the kids’ name, and then we wrapped pipe cleaners around them as hooks.  It was such a fun way to include the kids in the celebration, and to make it feel like a real family event.  It was a wonderful night for all!

So that’s what we’ve been up to, in a hodge podge of photos.  I need to work out some kind of method to ensure that Em does not prevent me from capturing the moments that make our days so special.  Otherwise we’ll all have to make do with a little bit here and there to commemorate this wonderful season!  Whether I have photos or not, know that we are loving life up here in Vermont and grateful for all that we have.

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Happiness Is…{handmade}

I have never been able to look at something another talented human being created with their own two hands and say, I could do that.  Instead I usually think, How much would they charge me to make me one?  But one of the greatest parts, other than the education itself, of being part of the Waldorf community, is that I am learning to become crafty on a whole new level.

Look what I made!

Yeah, that’s right.  I MADE THAT.  From scratch–or, I mean, from wool.  I turned wool into a treasure pouch.  I created something out of something else!  You’ve seen my crafty disasters; you know this a remarkable feat!  Want to see the inside?

The inside is a cozy wool pocket, just the right size for a child’s hand to pull treasures in and out.  It’s soft and warm and I kind of want to sleep in there.  Oh, and that stitch around the outside?  It’s called a blanket stitch.  Yeah, I did that, too.  I even fixed it after my dog Baxter attacked the pouch, probably because it still smells like sheep or something.  So even WITH a calamity, I STILL made something beautiful!

Is my crowing annoying you?  I’m sorry.  This pouch makes me really happy.  As does this ball:

Yeah, I made that, too.  Out of wool.  Really.  Did you know you could make a ball out of wool, soap, and water?  Well, you can, and it’s super easy, and now I am an expert.  I am also an expert at using a felting needle, which I loved (it was so hypnotic in its own stabby way), which is how I applied that star to the treasure pouch.  Aren’t they delightful?  I’m giving them to Em for Christmas, from Jax, even though he wanted nothing to do with the process other than stabbing with the felting needle.  Still all boy.

So hooray for me and my handmade accomplishments!!  What about you?  What do you feel like crowing about today?  Do you love the art of handmade treasures as much as me?

The Happiness Is… blog hop is simply a place to come, link up a post (not your homepage!) that made you happy recently (anything but a giveaway or review) and share it with the rest of us!  Photos, recipes, crafts, stories, moments, and anecdotes are all welcome!  Come peruse other amazing posts and meet fantastic new people in the blogosphere!  The only rule is to please grab my button (right sidebar) and link back to me in some way, otherwise you won’t be able to link up.  That way more people will come and learn about this uplifting way to promote your blog!

Also, I will link back to my favorite post of the week on Twitter and Facebook every Monday after the link closes.  It could be you!  And don’t forget to peruse past favorite links in my Happiness Is Blog Hop tab above.  If you’re featured, your link will be up there forever!  Last week my favorite was The Educators’ Spin On It’s Monster Quilt–an absolutely adorable and thoughtful holiday gift, right in the same vein as my post.  Handmade, with love. I hope several of you made the time to hop around and enjoy posts such as this last week–it’s no fun if you link and run.






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