Toy rotation day: embracing movement in the home

As a followup to yesterday’s blog on better valuing movement in childhood, it inspired me to re-evaluate the flow, interest, use, and overall energy going on in our new home. We just settled here a mere six months ago and are so lucky to have a bonus room off the kitchen to designate a playroom. But, a lot has also happened in their development since we cultivated this “yes space.” My oldest went from age 2.5 to 3, and my youngest grew from 12 to 18 months. Continue reading “Toy rotation day: embracing movement in the home”


Finding our best in the age of perfect parenting

My husband has no filter, and it’s one of the things I most love about him. We were driving in the car as a family the other weekend when I was taking advantage of this quality time to let him into my world of stay-at-home motherhood; Sharing the mental load is so important to bridge our otherwise drastically different roles. Continue reading “Finding our best in the age of perfect parenting”

A Montessori Kitchen Experiment

The kitchen is my favorite place to incorporate practical life and spend one-on-one time with my kids. There’s something so magical to letting your little one experiment with real food and utensils, and watch batter become cookies or veggies become soup. It can be exhausting at times to slow down in these ways, but the way it fills their cups is hard to beat. Plus, cooking is just a huge passion of mine that I want to pass down to them. Continue reading “A Montessori Kitchen Experiment”

Bringing back play starts with doing less and being bored

Something I’ve been struggling with lately is this concept of independent play. It wasn’t something I thought much about after the birth of my first son. Nobody talked about play probably because everyone wants to talk about sleep with your first. I wish that play was more of a topic because I could’ve used the inspiration and ideas. I am currently trying to un-do some minor “play dependencies” with my now 3-year-old. Continue reading “Bringing back play starts with doing less and being bored”

Bring it on: my son is a threenager

When my first born turned one, the google guides started referring to him as a toddler, but my baby he remained. Then we hit “the terrible twos,” and I finally accepted the toddler label, which I found to be endearing far more than it was terrible. Surely, I’ll change my mind when he hits “threenager,” I thought. Well, here we are, and once again I’m clinging onto a defiant optimism that three will be wonderful. Continue reading “Bring it on: my son is a threenager”