Winter Wandering

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Sweet Zeecee enjoying our perpetual autumn weather.

Winter in California is kind of an oxymoron, since none of the attributes I readily associate with the season are present here. I guess if we drove into the mountains I would remember my youth in the Northeast and be filled with nostalgia. As it is, I find the winter in Silicon Valley to cause rushes of nostalgia for the years we spent in Israel. Cool but rarely cold, sometimes rainy. Colorful leaves falling throughout the fall and winter season, eventually leaving enough trees bare that we can appreciate the spring.

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The last night of our lovely Chanukah celebrations, featuring the Lego menorah Ben designed and built!
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Chanukah donuts, aka sufganiyot, fried balls of deliciousness! These happen to be gluten free, grain free, and Paleo! Search donuts on the blog Zenbelly for the recipe!

Truthfully, the grey winter days are welcome after all the relentless sun the rest of the year. In Israel as well as here I have had the common compulsion among Northeasterners to take advantage of every day of beautiful weather, as you never know when it might turn rainy, cold, humid, icy, etc. Except here you do know that it will be gorgeous just about every day, for eight months of the year, so I find the unpredictability of the California winter almost comforting.

Today it rained all day. In the morning we went to the library where there were many other toddlers and their caregivers seeking indoor, but out of the house solace. In spite of my love for the age group, nothing gives me claustrophobia quite like a crowded indoor space of knee high cuties. I just need to get outside. So we stayed just long enough for Ben to select his batch of graphic novels, and for Ella and I to choose some story books, preferably about princesses (Ella’s choice), preferably not entirely offensive to girls and women and totally lame (my choice) which is no small feat!

We headed back home for the afternoon but after a few hours Mo needed to get some work done and we were all filled with the particular kind of ennui that inhabits all apartment dwellers on rainy days. I don’t exaggerate when I say that we live mostly outside of our home, partly because we like to and partly because we have to. There isn’t anywhere to escape when there are three rooms, five people, with one sleeping and one working. Unless I wanted to be ambitious and bake something which I don’t think my messy kitchen could have handled right now, we needed to get back out. Zeecee announced that she was, in fact, awake, so we packed up and headed out to the last place any sane mother of three would willingly go the week before Christmas: Costco. The parking lot was full, it was raining steadily, and all I really needed was a gallon or two of cashews to make some more of the tamari maple delights the kids and I came up with last week. Obviously it was imperative. I decided to take it as an adventure and prayed for decent samples. Alas, there were super weak samples, except for the Vitamix demo guy who saved me with fruit smoothies just before the long wait in line. It’s the little things, folks!

After calling Mo to ensure that he was in fact working, and not heaven forbid relaxing or watching something on Netflix, I concluded that we needed to go somewhere else before heading home for the day. I thought about the possibilities for 4pm on Monday afternoon and came up short. So, another trip to another library it was! We currently had only about seventy library books in three boxes in my home, why not twenty more!? I have tried visiting the library without taking books with us but it is significantly less fun for everyone, especially me, who is the most enthusiastic connoisseur of children’s books in our family. I would say that I spend a good seven to ten hours a week reading aloud so it is basically my part time job to read these books. You’d be surprised how many bad ones are out there. Sexist, boring, too long, too sentimental, aimed too much at parents. The best ones are the opposite of all of those characteristics and there are plenty that are delightful. One of these days I’ll start posting about the good ones!

It turned out that the library we went to tonight was having a super cute international holiday traditions scavenger hunt with a clementine and a tiny candy cane as the prize for completing it. Ben powered through and Ella and Zeecee and I helped a little, mostly by not not letting Zeecee tear all the books off the shelves in his wake. On our way back to the car in the dark I remembered that I had told Ella she could more thoroughly splash in puddles and go down the slide at the nearby park once we were finished at the library. The responsible adult in me said to take the kids home and feed them dinner, but the part of me that is learning to loosen up and have more fun said drop the books in the car and get to that slide!

We arrived at the empty and street lit playground and Ben tapped me on the shoulder and yelled “Tag!” I don’t care who you are, if you are able to run it is irresistible when a kid tags you and runs away! Zeecee thought it was hilarious and the sight of her toddling around in her third time’s the charm hand me down blue rain coat with dinosaurs all over it was one for the memory books. At one point once we were all soaked and winded Ben remembered that near the park is a street where every house is decorated with lights and asked if we could go. I went with the theme for the evening and said “Of course!” The sensible me said, “We can drive by.” Ben suggested walking, and again I decided to go with it.

We stomped through every puddle in that park, watched the steam rise off the public pool where swimmers were practicing, and eventually made it to Christmas Tree Lane. I will say, as an adult, the displays are heartwarming if not awe inspiring, but for a kid it is truly magical. Little trees covered in colorful lights line the curb up and down the street, and each house has some sort of lights or display set up. We pretty much had the sidewalks to ourselves which I imagine is rare at this time of year, unless it’s raining as it was tonight. We don’t celebrate Christmas but I find that something like this whets the kids curiosity and desire to be part of whatever festivities are going on at this time of year.

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Frolicking down Christmas Tree Lane, in the rain.

Part of me was still trying to be practical or responsible or just a tired grown up so I thought we could just walk halfway down the block, cross and go back up the other side. Had I ever met a child? What was I thinking? Of course we needed to see the entire street, couldn’t I see that house up there entirely covered in red lights and what was that in their yard!? We had to get closer to see. Anyway, we saw all there was to see and tromped back through the park, leaving no puddle out of the kids boots. I kept watching them gracefully sprint and indelicately slosh their way through these little bodies of water and thinking how lovely it is to be a kid. Their only practical concern was making sure they would be allowed to ride home in their underwear after peeling off their soaking wet pants.

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Hamming it up!

When we finally made it back to the car poor little Zeecee had had enough of riding in the carrier on my chest while wearing a drippy rain jacket. The big kids were stoked and peaceful at the same time, having had a tiny candy cane, an epic night time puddle adventure, and a visual smorgasbord of lights. I told Ella to get right in her seat and she said, “But I have to pour out my boots!” I thought I misheard her until she sat on the edge of the car, removed her boots one at a time, and poured out about a cup of water from each! Something about it filled me with happiness. We got in the car and ate handfuls of those unsalted pre-maple tamaried cashews all the way home.

As I watched the headlights reflecting off the wet pavement, streaming toward us while driving carefully down the busy thoroughfare, I thought of how all that was keeping us safe was a fragile agreement among drivers to each stay on the proper sides of a yellow line we can’t even see very well in the rainy night. It’s just that simple agreement, and belief in its power, that keeps us all where we belong. So at the end of our adventure I feel thankful for the moments when I can step over boundaries and make the choice to be free, and fun, and spontaneous, and for the moments when boundaries hold firm and keep me and my treasures safe. I hope my kids feel the same way.

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The park looks different, and beautiful, during the day!
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The shadows are long, and the living is easy!
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Jellyfish at the Monterey Aquarium
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The aquarium is so gorgeous and photogenic!
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Ben and the jellies.
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Zeecee enjoying the sand on the beach in Monterey after the aquarium when we went for the day with my dad.
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Ben doing what Ben does best: exploring nature. Here he is gently touching a sea anemone.

 

Wishing everyone happy holidays and a great 2016 to come!

love,

c

Ramblings on Motherhood

Just picked up a few things at the store
Just picked up a few things at the store
Just hanging around
Just hanging around
It's so intense when the kids are sick.
It’s so intense when the kids are sick.
Enjoying Sukkot close to Ima's heart.
Enjoying Sukkot close to Ima’s heart.
Ella learning to take big steps on her own.
Ella learning to take big steps on her own.

I go through my day, hoping for the best, trying to be present, wondering what comes next. I follow my toddler across the playground, sometimes wishing to be standing closer to my friends, so I could actually hear their conversation, and chime in. I remember to look around at the trees in the afternoon sunlight and marvel at the pure delight that is autumn in California. The sun is so warm, the breeze so cool, the leaves fall yet we stay in shirtsleeves. I feel lucky and fortunate and grateful that my kids are roaming around on a lovely safe playground surrounded by friends and trees. I wonder what’s for dinner, and know it’s up to me. I remember what feels like a million years ago walking through the market and deciding what to make at 7pm, knowing it was just for me. Now my work day is just nearing the end at that time, and I know it’s never really over. Because these heartbreakingly sweet, heartbreakingly frustrating people still need me nearby, need help to fall asleep, return to sleep, to wake up in the morning and eat. They look to me for help, advice, and information, but mostly nourishment of body and soul. This is alternately empowering and suffocating, inspiring and intimidating. What if I don’t know how to take care of myself? What if I forget for a moment how precious they are to me and tread on their trust? They always forgive me, partly because they need me so much, but I hope also because I honor their trust most of the time. I notice so many things about each of them changing every day, and I take mental notes and pictures of a million moments as they flash by. I remember moments from the time before I had kids, which somehow seems like I was only half me, or half awake, or swimming underwater maybe. Not because kids are so magical, but because the day my son was born so was I. Everyday I wake up more to life. My kids offer me the opportunity to see the world through their eyes. All I have to do is stop trying to turn them into whatever I think they should be, stop insisting on what I’m sure I have figured out and they need to know, and just really see them. Witness and listen, and just spot them as they climb, literally and figuratively.

Working it out
Working it out

Yesterday Ben and I were talking about working toward a learning goal and after I got frustrated and tried to force something with threats and incentives he said, “Ima, just let me go at my own pace.” I dropped everything, thanked him, and started over. Today he picked up the work in question and told me he would do it by himself and just check in with me if he needed help. Then tonight in bed we were laughing about something that was nothing but it felt so wonderful to just laugh and be silly. I’ve learned that often the best way for me to connect with my kids is through humor. I tend to take myself too seriously and get bogged down by the woes of the world, so it can be both difficult and so healing to just let go and laugh at nothing. It turns out I have a very similar sense of humor to a seven year old boy, at least a seven year old boy who love potty humor and any kind of pun. I’ve found the best way to respond to gross kid humor is to out gross him, which he loves. Mo thinks we’re both ridiculous. Ella tries to get in on our jokes but she hasn’t quite gotten the nuances of potty jokes yet so she mostly just says any rude words she can think of and then commands us to laugh. Which in itself is funny, so she gets her laugh after all. Even Zeecee makes jokes without words. I’m telling you, she makes us all laugh just with her eyes. She also likes to climb all over us when we are laying in bed and there really is something funny about a one year old coming and sitting on your head when you’re trying to read a bedtime story. There is a lot of humor in life if I’m willing to look for it, and stop dreading the disaster that hasn’t happened yet. The truth is that the disasters that will inevitably come, please G-d not soon and not often, are not the ones I play out in my head. They will probably be unexpected and random and my rehearsals won’t make a bit of difference. Pain is pain is pain whoever and wherever you are. My fear of the unknown is outweighed only by my courage to take each moment as it comes. I’m only learning what that means a little every day, and I have to trust that that is okay.

Ben working on a rudimentary computer kit Mo's coworker gave him to try.
Ben working on a rudimentary computer kit Mo’s coworker gave him to try.
Ella liked the rainbow colored wires.
Ella liked the rainbow colored wires.
Being silly
Being silly
I love this kid!!!
I love this kid!!!

All photos from Mo’s phone (thanks baby!)

I hope to update more frequently to share our journey with you!

love,

c

One Fisch, Two Fisch… Three Fisch! Plus Legoland

I have been away from the blog for some time now, for several reasons. The main one is that I’m pregnant! If you know me personally you may already know this, as I am just over the halfway point, which I almost can’t believe. We are very excited and the kids like to talk to my belly. Well, Ben likes to talk and Ella mostly gives raspberries. Thankfully everything is going fine and after an exhausted and nauseous first trimester I’m feeling good. However, it has been really difficult to get back to writing regularly. I certainly don’t want to abandon the blog, because life is interesting and I have so much to say, all of which has been thought of and passed along with the stream of days. I owe it to myself to sit down and sort it out.

Super excited Ben at the entrance to the park
Super excited Ben at the entrance to the park

For now, I’ll share a little bit of what we are up to. We just got back from Legoland, which was awesome. Every Monday during certain months they offer a homeschool day where tickets for the kids are $5 and accompanying adults are $25. This is a huge discount, as the usual price for two adults and one kid would be around $240! My dad was working in Orlando so he drove down to meet us at a Hampton Inn (which was a great hotel) and he and I took the kids to the theme park for about half a day. The park isn’t huge, and can certainly be covered in one day. The day was overcast which was perfect because it wasn’t too hot. We weren’t so committed to seeing everything, but we wanted to make sure we hit certain spots that Ben was interested in. He has a few books about the Chima series characters so he was very excited to go on the Chima ride, a water filled extravaganza which my dad was kind enough to accompany him on. As Ben ran toward the entrance he said, “Grandpa Jim, I’ve been waiting my whole life to go on this ride!” They both spent the rest of the day air drying as we saw Lego versions of various cities, and walked through the other areas of the park.

Waiting in line
Waiting in line
Ben and Grandpa Jim on the water filled Chima ride.
Ben and Grandpa Jim on the water filled Chima ride.
Ben hamming it up with the Lego version of his favorite Chima character...
Ben dressed entirely in Lego gear, hamming it up with the Lego version of his favorite Chima character…
...and the real live version!
…and the real live version!

There weren’t many lines over five or ten minutes, which was extremely helpful for our five year old, and there were even a few rides Ella could go on. She loved the carousel and we took her with Ben to see a short 3D movie, which she enjoyed and wore the glasses the entire time. I prepared snacks and lunch ahead of time (thanks for the mini fridge Hampton Inn!) and we made it through the whole day without buying anything. Until the very end of course, when both kids got a few early birthday presents from Grandpa Jim. Ben picked out two colors of knights so they could duel, and an eagle toy which he built from the instructions by himself this morning (I’m always so impressed that he can do this). Ella, in true form, picked out a pair of flip flops and some bright red sunglasses.

Loving the carousel
Loving the carousel
Sweet sibling moment, helping Ella on the playground.
Sweet sibling moment, helping Ella on the playground.
Her immediate reaction to meeting a Lego person just her size.
Her immediate reaction to meeting a Lego person just her size.
Ella hugged her for about five straight minutes. Insanely cute!
“I’m never letting go!” Ella hugged her for about five straight minutes. Insanely cute!

For me, the trip was a welcome break from the usual what’s-for-dinner-time-to-switch-the- laundry routine. As always it was fun to go away, but after a 3 ½ hour drive each way alone with both kids, I was also very happy to be home. We were all thrilled to see Mo again, and as we walked through the store together the afternoon we returned, both kids demanded his attention and wanted to be in his arms. These little reunions can provide some of the sweetest moments.

 

Sweet boy eating an apple in front of our hotel window. It was a lovely view of cattle pasture, and apparently....
Sweet boy eating an apple in front of our hotel window. It was a lovely view of cattle pasture, and apparently….
...there were alligators! Someone said they did indeed see one just past the parking lot.
…there were alligators! Someone said they did indeed see one just past the parking lot.

As I drove home down stretches of two lane highways with cattle grazing on either side I appreciated the beauty of Florida. Growing up in the Northeast I have a bias toward the nature I am most familiar with, yet I have grown to appreciate the somewhat strange beauty of Florida. The tropical trees and plants, the swamps, the beaches, the weird trees… I love it at this point. I never would have expected to like living in Florida, but it has become a place I will always love, even if we move away.

I plan to follow up with an end of school year homeschool diary update soon (Ben’s classes are finishing up), and I have so many recipes I’ve been making and loving that I want to share.

 

I hope you have all been well and I look forward to being back on the blog!

 

Lots of love,

c

Art Basel and Homeschool Diary

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about language, not in a grand conceptual way, mostly in a direct observational way with my daughter who is just learning to speak. She is learning Hebrew and English at the same time, something that took a bit of convincing to get my husband on board with as the Hebrew half of our parenting partnership. I consider him fluent but he has certain gaps and finds that he talks “around” words that he doesn’t know. I am grateful that he has made the commitment to speak only in Hebrew to Ella because having a second language from birth is such a gift. Thankfully as Mo is speaking Hebrew to Ella, he is looking things up and Ben and I are learning along with her. I have heard that the addition of a second language can cause speech to be somewhat delayed, which we have found to be true. Ben spoke clearly very early and I didn’t know how much easier it was to navigate the toddler stage when I knew what exactly he wanted or was trying to communicate. When I gave it some thought I realized that the absence of much speech with Ella has been keeping her more of a baby in my mind, and I wasn’t always considering how much she understands everything that is being said and what is going on; she just can’t always respond.

Ella has recently started using many new words (in English and Hebrew) which is super exciting! She has been saying la’alot for a long time, meaning “to go up” or in Ella’s world, “Help me up on the bed” or “Pick me up and never put me down!” She also says, “lolo” for loredet which means “to go down” or for Ella, “Take me out of this car seat immediately!” “Help me off the table I’ve climbed onto!” In English she says hi, hello, bye bye, baby, and a recent addition of “Hey buddy!” which I love. A few weeks ago she started saying more, which sounds like, “moh” and was basically her way of asking for whatever she wanted. Then shortly thereafter she added mine, the sound and meaning of which were very clear. This week, she combined the two words into “mone” which seems to mean “I own everything, return it to me now.” I’m joking around a bit, but really it is so fascinating to me to observe the progression of both languages and how things shift and grow.

On a somewhat related note, as I continue to work on allowing Ben to learn at his own pace I am really enjoying watching him discover his interests and the technical skills they entail. The idea is that as he becomes interested in cars or art or building or beaches or whatever, learning opportunities across every discipline arise (reading, math, etc.). For now he is only five, so I don’t feel overly concerned about how much or what exactly he is learning, but so far it is going really well. I consider the past five months of official homeschooling evidence enough that kids truly do want to learn and will pick up every necessary skill when they are ready. Ben has learned to sight read certain words just because he loves books and we read together often. He has learned basic addition out of nowhere, telling me from the backseat, “Three plus one equals four. Four plus one equals five.” He can build Lego sets from the instructions, which no one taught him, he just really likes Legos so he has practiced building them. As he gets older we will have to pursue different ways for him to learn the “basics” and build upon his skills. I’m sure it will include outsourcing with certain classes, as well as more research and study on my part!

I am so thankful for the opportunity to observe my kids as they learn and I am enjoying milestones in a new way because we are together so much. There are moments and sometimes days that are so difficult and moments and days that are so sweet. Here are photos of one of our sweetest days lately, exploring Art Basel in Wynwood on Thursday.

 

I’m working on a post about our camping trip to the Keys, so stay tuned. Happy Sunday!

Love,

c

How to Measure

Teamwork!
Teamwork!

 

Mo and I have been on what I would call an adventure of personal growth since we met eight years ago. I had always been involved with holistic healing and spirituality, and Mo had been interested in Eastern religions for years. Like most couples, we went through ups and downs, learned how to live together, learned how to be married, and learned how to be parents. The parenting part really brought up a lot of difficult feelings and experiences for both of us, and at a certain point we didn’t like the direction our relationship was heading. There were too many treacherous pitfalls to tread around in every conversation, too many arguments, too much misunderstanding and resentment.

We began to really consciously make an effort to be more self-aware and try to grow into our best selves about three years ago when we started seeing a therapist in New York. A year later when we lived in Jerusalem I found myself part of a beautiful women’s group therapy circle in my neighborhood, and that was the beginning of another level of a journey inward for me. I began to learn to look inside my feelings, my fears, and my uncomfortable places, discover their stories, and have the courage to talk about them.

Talking about my inner life was a difficult leap for me. I spend a lot of time in my own head and I don’t always know how or even think to say what’s on my mind. I do things like start a story in the middle, think I said something when I really didn’t, and expect Mo to understand where I’m coming from when he has no idea because I haven’t told him. Healthy communication is really hard for me, and it is something that I have been working on for what feels like a really long time! I try to dig deep and have the courage to not only look at my true feelings, but say them out loud, to Mo or our therapist.

The other night Mo and I were talking about growth and change, wondering out loud how long it takes to make progress, what progress looks like, when to step back and acknowledge how far we’ve come, when to let something go and come back to it later if it’s too hard, when to accept that certain things will always be hard, what is the status quo, and when do we need to push ourselves further? So many questions!

The main theme for me was based in my noticing that there are things that I’m aware of that I want to change, in theory, but that I somehow find myself continuing to do in a way that doesn’t really work so well. Do I give myself credit for the awareness at all? Do I accept that it’s hard for me and let it go? Do I really push myself to change? To a certain extent I think that personal growth is like peeling away layers. If you take it step by step and work on what is “up” at any given time, things will move forward and get closer to the core. I do notice that it loops back on itself though, with issues that I struggle with popping up, being addressed to a certain extent, then taking a backseat for a while. How do you feel this works in your life?

My birthday is approaching (next Saturday) so I feel like I’m sort of taking stock of where I am now and what I hope and wish for in the year ahead. I’ll try to keep sharing my thoughts with you throughout the week, and I’m planning on doing the month long daily posts for November, so I hope to really dig into the blog in the coming weeks.

Here are some photos of our recent adventures, Shavua Tov, have a great week!

love,

c

Big helper!
Big helper!
Little helper!
Little helper!
Ben loves to read and sets the best example.
Ben loves to read and sets the best example.
Ben's toy friend having an adventure on one of our neighborhood "nature walks".
Ben’s toy friend having an adventure on one of our neighborhood “nature walks”.
Visiting Uncle Yoni at the lab where he works in Key Biscayne, looking for ghost crabs. We didn't find any, but we did come home with a new pet, a sea snail named Speed.
Visiting Uncle Yoni at the lab where he works in Key Biscayne, looking for ghost crabs. We didn’t find any, but we did come home with a new pet, a sea snail named Speed. Yoni has generously signed on to do a little marine class every Thursday!
Playing around at Marando Farms, our new source for grass fed raw milk and organic veggies.
Playing around at Marando Farms, our new source for grass fed raw milk and organic veggies.
Ben is finally back at the beach after months of protest! He spent hours in the water and didn't have a meltdown about being sandy after! This was a real triumph.
Ben is finally back at the beach after months of protest! He spent hours in the water and didn’t have a meltdown about being sandy after! This was a real triumph.
"All About Halloween" My super Jewish kid is obsessed with Halloween! He decided to make a book about it, constructed the book himself, wrote the title and drew about twelve different pictures. I included two of my favorites below.
“All About Halloween” My super Jewish kid is obsessed with Halloween! He decided to make a book about it, constructed the book himself, wrote the title and drew about twelve different pictures. I included two of my favorites below.
Vampire, seemingly with rabbit ears and a plunger...
Vampire, seemingly with rabbit ears and a plunger…Ben informs me that they are actually horns and a cup full of blood. Oy.
Ghosty! (or sea creature?)
Ghosty! (or sea creature?)
The best part of my day.
The best part of my day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Progress

Today we got a progress report about how Ben is doing in one of his homeschool enrichment classes. It reminded me that I haven’t written specifically about how things are going with our homeschooling in a while. We have gotten into a nice routine, and I feel like Ben’s creativity and curiosity is blossoming right now. He is much more self motivated in his play and art, which is probably partly his growing older, but I think a lot of it has to do with having the time and space to allow ideas to bubble up in his mind and then follow them. Last year he was in school from 8am-4pm so we were always shuffling in or out of the house, through mealtimes and into bed. Now we have so much more flexibility and genuine quality time to use how we decide. Ben is constantly full of questions about everything he sees and hears, and he always asks what words mean when we are reading. As he follows his interests and imagination, I feel very excited and inspired to see what unfolds. I am learning so much by letting Ben’s unique perspective and enthusiasm guide our focus.

A few months ago when we started it was really difficult for Ben when I would take Ella into the bedroom alone to nurse her before her nap. He was desperate for attention and entertainment during those times and would beg to watch something or come into the room where I was putting her down. It was extremely frustrating for me when he would try to wake her up or make a fuss just to get negative attention. This morning I came out from putting her to sleep and found him sitting in a pile of books. He asked if I could read two books to him and said, “I was so bored, and then I looked at all of those books and I wasn’t bored at all anymore.” I feel like this change is worth doing a happy dance about! I am really proud of his progress and I am very grateful to myself and Mo for having the faith to take the leap and start our homeschooling journey.

I certainly don’t mean to say that it is always easy, or that I don’t have moments where I’m yelling “JUST PUT YOUR UNDERWEAR ON! WE’RE LATE FOR CLASS!” (today). I do want to say that I feel like we are more “in the flow” than we have been in a long time, I am amazed and joyful every time my kids show their love for each other (Ben requested that I move his car seat directly next to Ella’s so he can be closer to her), and that every exhausted evening feels so worth it. I work really really hard every day, taking care of my kids, cooking, cleaning, driving, thinking, and teaching. It can be hard sometimes to feel like the daily grind with kids has inherent value, and I am finally feeling like all the work I do is meaningful. It is an internal change, based partly in our lifestyle changes and partly in an altered perspective, and I look forward to writing more and sharing with you about how I continue to find more joy in my life.

Here are some photos from our recent adventures!

Young at Art has a new superhero exhibit!
Young at Art has a new superhero exhibit!
There were dozens of comic books to look at.
There were dozens of vintage comic books to look at.
Costumes to try on!
Costumes to try on!
Oh, hi Batman.
Oh, hi Batman.

Ella getting educated.
Ella getting educated.
Mom stays in the picture!
Mom stays in the picture! In this shot I’m putting her shoes back on for the 8 millionth time.
On our way to stage two of Sunday funday...
On our way to stage two of Sunday funday…
Ice cream!
Ice cream!
Checking out some art in Little Havana.
Checking out some art in Little Havana.
Oooh...
Oooh…
The third and final stage of Sunday sunday: visiting our friends' goats!
The third and final stage of Sunday funday: visiting our friends’ goats!
Ben beginning his goat care training. Soon to be continued I hope!
Ben beginning his goat care training. Soon to be continued I hope!
"Serenading" us on the piano.
“Serenading” us on the piano.