I was going to write a post tonight about sensory issues. I can’t. I mean, I can, but my heart isn’t in it. Instead, my heart is aching after watching a portion of Greta Thunberg’s address to the U.N.
My oldest got the gamer gene. He started off playing on the Wii, mastered the old-school Mario game on his inexpensive game pad, and is begging to play Minecraft. I have not even mentioned Fortnight yet. One of our
My oldest is pining after a marble track he saw at a local toy store. It’s infinitely better than any marble track he already owns, which is a considerable amount after the last few years of Christmas and birthday gifts.
Some things have happened over the last few weeks in my family that I’m not comfortable sharing in detail, but they’ve prompted this post. As my kids get older I’m finding the need to protect their privacy is more
I’ve been musing over this as I start my prep for art class – yup, art class again. This time in our local, inclusive co-op that we lucked out on when we moved. Don’t get out the pitchforks yet