The new year was pretty mellow at our house since two of our kids were recovering from RSV (I remember that the year before we were recovering from the flu and pneumonia...I see a trend here...), but Abby and I made it out to our town's annual Berserkle on the Squirkle. And yes, it is as ridiculous as it sounds - a 5K race where costumes are encouraged, laps, aren't counted, occasionally the direction switches, some laps are done backwards, some are done in conga lines. It's just a silly way to get people out and exercising on the first day of the year, and I LOVE it.
Shortly afterwards it was time to start homeschooling and I fumbled my way through the first several weeks of that.
I learned an important lesson from the long winter, and for months after it was over I collected ideas of things to do with little kids indoors. I was well prepped going into January 2019, and I have to say, it was really a very pleasant winter. I was actually surprised when spring arrived.
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| Seeing the puppets backstage |
In preparing for the winter, I read an article about people who live in Scandinavia. You probably know that in ranking countries of the world with happy people, people who live in that region are often close to the top. How is that possible? One of the most important things I discovered - which is probably totally obvious - is that I HAVE TO get outside everyday. I invested in some really nice snow clothes for me and the kids and we took it to heart. We made it outside every day. Sometimes I had to coax them out with things like scavenger hunts, but it always felt so good once we were out.
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| Sometimes when the kitchen floor is really dirty, we move out the table and I let the kids "ice skate" in mopping socks. |
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| Painting the snow! |
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| Making ice garlands... |
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| Which we hung outside on a REALLY cold day |
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| Snowflake fairies in the playroom! |
There were lots of crafting days, especially snowflake crafts.
Some we made with beads and some we made with borax.
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| Sleepovers in epic forts feels like a treat in the dead of winter |
And then home for smash cake.
I wouldn't say that she "smashed" it so much as she crumbled it into a million pieces the size of sand granules and then rubbed it in my hair under the guise of a hug.
But we forgive her because she is one.
























































