A new year has begun. I have a brand-new planner, brand-new goals, and a brand-new positive outlook. I’m full of hope and excitement for the upcoming year. This is despite the fact that my daughter is now officially a tween.(more…)
Posts by Lesley Bolton:
Every year, Story and I go down to my parents’ house for Christmas. My sisters are there, too, and we all spend the night, eager for Santa to come. Yes, we may be adults, but our stockings are still stuffed with goodies on Christmas Day. This year, however, Story and I are staying home. Due to scheduling conflicts, we won’t be able to visit until New Year’s Eve. At first, I was excited, then I panicked.
We don’t have a Christmas tradition at our house. We have always followed my parents’ tradition happily. Should I continue to do that? Or should we do something new since we are in a different place on Christmas morning? What will Story expect? And can I live up to that expectation?
To find the answers, I turned to the tradition expert: Ali. I pummeled her with questions about her Christmas morning tradition, and of course, it’s magical. So I will copy part of it for sure, but I feel like I need something that is ours — not a carbon copy of my parents’ or Ali’s.
So, friends, help a mama out. I’m looking for suggestions. Do any of you have a Christmas tradition you’d like to share? As this is our first Christmas at home, I want it to be memorable. Please and thank you! Now, go!
Over Thanksgiving break, Story got her hair cut. Short. Her requirements were: “When I shake my head, I don’t want my hair to move,” and “I want the sides tapered.” She got exactly what she wanted and absolutely loved it. And then others started imposing their unsolicited opinions on her: “You look like a boy.” (more…)
Ali doesn’t always sleep very well, and this is partly due to Riley’s sleep gymnastics. Yes, seven-year-old Riley still sleeps with Ali. Four-year-old Maddie does too. Before you judge her, know that nine-year-old Story still sleeps with me. And I am not doing a thing to stop it. (more…)
Story was given an assignment in early October to build a spooky house and write a story about it. Of course, she forgot to tell me about it until at least a week had gone by. Luckily, the project wasn’t due until Halloween. Still, I knew there would be a long road ahead of us. Every time I asked her if she had decided on what kind of house to build, she just shrugged. Finally, fed up, I refused to turn on the radio in the car until she had made a decision. While I had thoughts of spiders, cemeteries, and skeletons, she thought for only a moment before coming up with an idea that made me proud. (more…)