While I have a few more years to think about it, I am already finding myself anxious about what career path I should take after my kids are all in school—if any at all. I wrote a little about that over at Portland Moms Blog, and since it posted I’ve gotten quite a few messages from other moms who’ve felt the same pressure. Maybe you can relate? Read more at Portland Moms Blog.
Today Portland Moms Blog posted a piece I wrote about becoming a mom of older kids.
There isn’t a word in the English language that accurately describes changing from being a mom of young children to being a mom of older children. A mom who’s done making more kids and is now concentrating on growing up the ones she’s got.While the English language isn’t going to honor us moms of not-babies-anymore, I will.
Christmas traditions are great, aren’t they? Every year I look forward to singing familiar Christmas carols, decorating the tree, and watching the magic in my kids’ eyes as they wonder how Santa got all those presents in the house! My family observes the usual Christmas traditions, and a few other things that make our Christmastime special to us.
One tradition that both of our mothers did every year, as I do now, is bake Christmas cookies. While of course you can bake cookies any time of the year, there’s something special about doing it in December. Here’s a guest post I wrote on Portland Mom’s Blog about my Christmas Cookie repertoire. Christmas cookies are perfect for sharing with friends, teachers, co-workers, neighbors, or anyone else who is willing and able to eat delectable baked goods.
Classroom Christmas parties are over, winter break homework packets have been disseminated (ugh), and teachers have gleefully ushered the last of their pupils of the (calendar) year out their doors. I’m so glad my kids’ wonderful teachers get an extended break to unwind, relax, and spend time with their families. I am.
But now I have three kids at home all day, every day. And I’m starting to wonder who these older kids are. They seem so different than the ones we dressed up in new uniforms and dropped off at school in September.
Step 1: Go to the thrift store and locate the PERFECT overcoat in my 8-year-old’s size to dress up as Ben Franklin for a speech she’s giving tomorrow.
Step 2: Neglect to read coat’s tag and completely fail to register the fact that the coat is, in fact, made out of wool.
Step 3: Machine wash cold and tumble dry medium.
Step 4: …?? Dress the two-year-old up as Ben Frankin as a stand-in?