I have a confession to make: I fall dreadfully short of my own ideal. Some days I can maintain vision and provide a space for my children to explore and grow. Some days I lean into our moments and truly cherish my children. And some days I tearfully wonder how I am going to make it to bed time. I started out strong today, I really did, but somewhere along the way life began to get bigger than I could deal with. So, I took a swing at the "baby blues." I got out our happiest napkins, made our favorite easy foods, and...
We had a picnic in our living room.
And, yes, I fed my kids popcorn, quesadillas, carrots and cranberries for dinner. They seemed happy, and my tears were forgotten.
Also, rolling up a quilt and shaking it out is a great way to do dishes!