Today is a raining day, now rain apparently represents sadness but for us it’s soothing. It’s said that rain lovers, like us, are sensitive… well I don’t know about that for me, but I do know that it is relaxing, and I enjoy watching it fall.
Many enjoy the smell of rain. The rhythm of how it falls, to most, is enjoyable as well. I have often just laid out in the rain and let it fall on me in its rhythmic way.
I have learned that people who find joy and peace during these rainy days are call pluviophile.
To us, the rain calms us down and soothes us to the point of a meditation state. Even the smell of rain, that earthy smell, to me, makes me believe that the earth is opening up. Wanting me to connect to it again. Now again, Iam no tree hugger but I love nature and all that it provides. If I had to choose between technology and nature, best believe nature would always win.
Even the rain on a metal roof can lull me to sleep. Bringing that sort of tranquility, brings me back to my native roots but that is for another time. Although a little snippet of my heritage, with the rain, we can learn to dance in it and enjoy its rhythm or we simply let the rain fall on us to wash away our past regrets.
Speaking of past regrets, that’s just it, it is in our past. Where it can stay. There is nothing that we can do to change it. So, there is no point in trying to hold on to it. All we can do is learn from it and move on. With the rain, let it flow from you and to the ground, so you may walk past it. When we do decide to make that move, to move forward, make sure to go all in, so you won’t have those regrets again.
Embrace the rain, embrace the change and love every moment of it. You’ll never know what will await you if you simply let go.
So, this is for you, my dear one. Let go of what hurts you and move on to bigger and better things. Not just because, but because you deserve it!
Sincerely you!
Let me know down below what you do to escape. What helps you to be calm when life gets to be too much?
Now I already love Jude Deveraux and her books. This particular book had me hooked after page 3! This book is one of three and as soon as this one came out, I couldn’t wait for the others to come out.
It’s about three best friends who share a birthday and they are about to turn forty. They began their friendship when they were twenty-one in a local DMV, where they discovered that they had the same birthday. Years later they wanted to celebrate their shared birthday away from their daily lives. So, they decided to meet a summerhouse in Maine, for a weekend getaway.
Upon visiting the little town, they went exploring and began to enjoy their time away. With it their wishes and what ifs came into the conversation, which led them to a certain road to a certain woman named Madame Zoya.
With a small little chat with this woman Madame Zoya, she bestowed upon them the chance to relive any three weeks from their past and give them the chance to turn their “what ifs” into a reality, to change their future.
Now for Leslie, who is an unnoticed suburban housewife and mother, gets to decide if she wants to remain in her current life now or follow the boy who she loved in her college years. Would she choose a life of being unnoticed or unappreciated or would she follow the boy who notices everything about her?
Madison, who wanted to pursue modeling but fell short to help her high school boyfriend, who was badly hurt in an accident. Although later on, the ungrateful guy just left her. Would this second chance give her the courage to say “no” to her boyfriend or would she use the knowledge that she knows to take a different path to a better future?
Then there is Ellie, who had become a well-known, successful, novelist but her husband had other plans with the money she earned. With a quick divorce he had wiped Ellie out of all of her earnings. This act from him gave her little faith in the justice system as well as love. If she could go back, would she prevent it all from happening or would she use the system to keep what she has and possibly earn something more and worthwhile?
With each woman, you sit there, and you have to wonder. Do they stay with their present or do they follow their own dreams. When they choose, it’s for life, so they have to choose wisely otherwise they will be stuck and there won’t be a Madame Zoya to help them out of this a second time.
So, if you like mystery, thriller, suspense with a little romance than this is the book for you. However, there are three books to this series, so make sure you get the first summer house. Stay tuned to hear about the other books to come. Enjoy!!
If you have read it, tell me what you thought of the book and have you read the other ones?
I can’t say that I only have one tv show that I am addicted too. I have four that I can simply watch over and over again. These four are the….
Golden Girls
Charmed (the original Halliwell sisters)
The Nanny
Bridgerton
Now I know that three of these series are outdated and being re casted and the other is brand new on Netflix. So, this is so difficult to just choose one! But for this one, I will choose Golden Girls. Let me tell you why…
Golden Girls featuring the fable woman who made them the Golden Girls! Betty White as spacey Rose Nylund. Bea Arthur as my favorite, sarcastic, Dorthy Zbornak. Estelle Getty as the saucy Italian, Sophia Petrillo and you can’t forget the lustrous southern Belle, Blanche Devereaux, played by none other than Rue Mcclanahan.
These series are about four women who literally put the ‘live, laugh, love’ on the market, in my opinion. Splitting cheesecakes among themselves as they share their Golden years together. Each with different personalities they come together with their strengths, as well as their weaknesses, to get threw everyday life.
Here I’ll break down each character and you can tell me who’s your favorite at the end.
Dorthy Zbornak is a divorced substitute teacher from Brooklyn, New York. Raised by a Sicilian immigrant parents, Sophia and Salvadore or Sal. In high school, Dorothy became pregnant and ended up marring the father of her children, Stan Zbornak. Whom, after thirty- eight years, left the marriage to marry a younger woman. Dorothy is practical, easily angered, sarcastic, towards everyone, especially her ex-husband who comes around still, knowing that he is not wanted. She goes through the series dating or not wanting to date, depending on the relationship, but then ends up marring Blanches uncle, Uncle Lucas. After each heartache the girls would gather around their table and discus their problems, with cheesecake!
Sophia Petrill, who’s Dorothys mother was born in Sicily. How she ended up in New York was because she was in an arranged marriage. So, she fled and ended up marring Salvadore Petrillo, to which they had three kids. Two daughters and a son, who was a cross dresser until his death. Dorathy had placed her in a home called Shady Pines and would often threaten to take her back if she didn’t behave. How she came to live with them was because the place burnt down and was waiting for a remodel. She then moved in with Dorothy, Blanche and Rose. To which the girls come to if they want some advice. If they ever got it, it would always start with ‘picture it, Sicily…’
Rose Nyland is a Norwegian American farm girl from Minnesota. She tells of her life on the farm and how her and her husband Charlie met. After his death she moved to Florida. With Rose, being naive, her perspective on focus and lack of intelligence, she is often portrayed as a little slow, compared to the other three. She is often the butt of almost every joke. She does however have a boyfriend, named Miles, who they make a cute couple, if they are not hiding from his ex-mob boss.
Blanche Devereaux was born a wealthy southern blue belle from Atlanta Georgia. She moved to Miami with her husband George, until his death. Now she is a man hungry, self-absorbed character who’s love life is as epic, starting from her teenage years till now. Though most of it was none believable to the other ladies. They simply rolled their eyes and shift in their seats and call her out in a lie.
So, each lady has a different outlook on life that challenges each of them to being a single woman in their golden years to come. They all come together at their dinner table, not forgetting their cheesecake and discuss their problems. They started off as strangers, then to friends which lead to a bond of sister hood.
The series had many difficulties such as the scare of aides with Rose or the choice of being a single mother with Blanches daughter. They catered to stereotyping as Sophia being a Sicilian and wanting to be known as an organized crime boss. There was even an interracial love between Dorothys son, (who’s white) and loves an older Black woman, which was considered taboo, but they came together to understand that love was love no matter the race. Even Blanches brother came out on the show stating he was Gay. Along with Dorothys friend who came to visit, to whom was Gay as well and was falling in love with Rose. The show Even had Sophias son as a cross dresser! With all of these frowned upon notions going on in the world at that time, including some today, they were teaching us to look past all the negativity and see what was really important.
Another reason I love this show is because when this came on my grandmother, and I would watch the mini marathons on the television. Years later I ended up buying the series so I could watch it any time I want.
I hope to one day have friends like this when I get older. Friends to sit around a table, with no phones, just cheesecake, coffee or any other desserts we can think of and sit around and talk. To actually have a conversation about our problems and each of us trying to help resolve it. Pure honesty amongst friends. Not having to hurry to get home to dogs, husbands, or kids. Just pure enjoyment of laughter fun and good times.
I did mention earlier that Dorothy is my favorite. I can relate to her in so many ways. Tall, socially awkward at times when it comes to dating. Love for the written word but mostly for the sarcastic and very strong will, she portrays in life.
If you have no idea as to who I am talking about, watch a few shows. I guarantee that it will bring a smirk to your face! Let me know in the comments as to what you think. Till then, have a nice day!
you reveal a part of yourself that needs healing.”
– Found on Pinterest, unknown.
I wonder about this. Growing up i was called every name in the book. Ugly, stupid, dirty Q-tip, pizza face, porky, you name it, I’ve heard it. The funny thing is the people who called me these names also had the same normal abnormal hormonal changes that I did.
Throughout high school, I was friends with everyone. Only a select few I could have done without knowing them but hey, it was High school. What could have I known or done?
Think about it, did you ever have someone in high school who called you, let’s say “Pizza face” and that person who is calling you ‘pizza face,’ also has a pizza fac! So, it seems that they want the attention away from them but at the same time they want the attention to let other people know how superior they think they are.
Mind blowing, isn’t it?
I guess if you are a high schooler, the thing you would probably do was go somewhere else and cry or wait till you got home so no one would see you.
Lucky for me I had a very strong-willed mother who knew how to handle such people. She then taught me what to do with people like that.
If I was confronted like that, by someone, I would simply tilt my head to the side and give them a questionable look and simply ask them. “Are you okay?” Make sure you have a serious look to your face for when you confront them. It makes them think about it for a moment.
Instead of you looking away, especially when people are around, give them what they want. Attention. Redirect their attention to you to them. If they counteract with another insult, simply ask them another question. “Who made you be like this?”
Now you can do this over and over again. Keep asking the concerning questions or you could just simply ask the first question, then be on your marry way.
So, to some there is a fine line between judgmental and criticism. How you interpret it, is on you. So why do we judge? Some say that it helps us realize what we want for our own goals. Others may want to figure out where they fit in. Then there are opinions that we form in others of what we want or don’t want.
So, the next time when someone judges you for being, well you. Just think of this way. Think of them as them trying to find their way. Maybe they want to be you but don’t know it just yet. Meaning that you have a quality that they want. They just simply don’t know how to ask you in a proper way.
So, when you come face to face with someone, pay them no mind. Words are just words. Yes, they may sting but it’s not who or what they call you. It’s how the reaction that you are going to give them, will determine what is you and who they are.
Don’t let the judgement of others change who you are. Don’t change unless it’s for the greater good for you!
Let me know what you do. I love to hear how you handle your bully’s. Who knows maybe someone could use your advice for when they are in a situation.
As a single parent, we always try to do as much as we can for our little ones. A clean house, food to be made, clean clothes to be washed then put away. Get them to school, to their sport events, music gathering, etc. We are often and I am guilty of this as well, get so busy and then we lose track of time and then we get tired and then it’s time for bed. I don’t know about you but the look of disappointment on my kid’s face is daunting, to look upon.
So, during the week, I made a promise to my daughter that this upcoming Saturday, well now past Saturday, we will do an all-day game day. Seeing that she is always asking to play games I figured I can do this for her. So, I put aside my work, housework and grabbed all the games Friday night, placed them in the living room, so that way we will be ready for Saturday.
Although with kids you have to come to an agreement. I say this so that way I am not behind on my work. I told her, if we are to play all day Saturday then we need to seriously clean Friday night, so we don’t have to worry about it later. Boy did that work! We cleaned and I have never seen her clean so fast in my life and I had seen my daughter do things I never imagined her doing without a fight. I was great!
She did the dishes, started the laundry after gathering up all of the clothes, cleaned her room and the toy room. While I cleaned vacuumed, dusted, moped folded the clothes and cleaned the kitchen.
Saturday came and she was the first to be up. Go figure. Naturally, I do my morning routine then go downstairs. I knew we weren’t going anywhere, So I wore one of the national clothes that most mothers wear. My PJ’s! Yoga pants coming in second depending on if I wanted to change out of them later or not. But you can choose any to your preference.
Oh yeah, can’t forget the slippers, messy hair and coffee. I was so ready for the day.
We had our breakfast of eggs and toast. While we ate, we watched a movie for a bit. Once done, we rinsed off our plates and placed it in the sink. Which is foreign to me because, I just wash it so I wouldn’t have to do it later. But I made a promise to do no housework.
We mainly stayed in our living room. Now if you can imagine a bunch of board games all over the floor. That is what my house looked like.
The games we played were:
Connect four
Trouble
Guess who
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
Uno attack
Ready set sloth!
Sloth in my broth
Monopoly
After a few hours per game, she wanted to play on the Nintendo switch. A two-player game of Super Mario. This was different for me to have in my hands. It was so tiny!
We even went outside and played a few hours of catch, pitching, hitting the ball and even jumped on the trampoline. We were out there till it was almost dark.
When we were done with one game, we’d start a new one. She surprised me with games I didn’t know we still had. Sometimes she would even combined games that sort of made sense to play. Like Yatzee-uno, or High ho Cherry oh- trouble. That will have to be a different day on how we combined those games to make it fun to do.
We did this all day. We either had music playing or had a movie on for background noise.
Normally I would get the house ready for the next week, but I am so glad that I didn’t. I loved spending time with my daughter. I have to say, not having to do anything but have fun playing games, laughing with my daughter was a blast!
So, if one day take the time to do whatever your kid wants to do (with reason). I guarantee you, wont regret it and your kids will remember it for years to come.
I think my daughter just appreciated being around me. Which draws at the heart strings a little. So, what I am saying is that being a single mother is hard but always take the time to be with them. You don’t have to buy things for them, it’s the time spent with them that will be the very thing that they will cherish the most. Don’t miss out on your kids cause one day, in a blink of an eye, they will be grown, and you would have missed out on the best thing.
I am sure that we all have lost someone that we loved dearly. Rather that be through a loss of a friendship, break up or even a death of a loved one. We all have had a lot of pent-up rage for them leaving, a heartache that they are really gone, like a piece of you is missing. Maybe even feel a little bit of guilt that you may have done something wrong, but you don’t know what you’ve done. How about the famous “what ifs?” or “what could I have done differently” thoughts.
Now how about, what can we do about those feelings? Some confronts the problem or person, some let it go and let it be till it “disappears”. What about the in between feelings. What if, it is better to just let it go? You know, shout it out, write it out, do some sort of exercise, listen to some music.
What I found to be most helpful was to write it out. Get out all of my feelings on to a piece of paper. I would either keep it stored away or burn it. I have a few friends that write music, some talk it out with me, to which I either give advice or just listen, depending on what they want. Some clean, and I really wished they would clean my house whenever they are down in the sadness, but I digress. The point is, if there is something that you enjoy and if you are sad or lost, use your enjoyment to help you get through your situation.
For example: I lost someone very dear and close to me and I have been racking my brain in trying to feel something normal again. With writing being my strong suit, I decided to write a letter, hoping that it would ease my inner wounds. And with time and a lot of letters, it did. Because nothing in our thought process ever goes away with just one session. You need to work at it until you feel its right to let go.
Within the letter I let it all come out, my feelings, memories, bargains, apologies etc. So, I wrote a little piece, just to give you an idea of what I mean.
Dear Grandmother,
I have conflictions of either being sad or angry at the confusion of why you are gone, baffles me. As to why you gave up and left the way you did. It made me angry. But then I somewhat understand as to why you chose to go which even makes me even more remorse and embarrassed of my own family.
I guess I wasn’t ready to let you go. That maybe selfish of me but I have to say that I really miss you. I miss the talks we had, the places we went, the things we did, all of it. Even if I do some of the things we use to do, it doesn’t feel complete. All because you are not there to do them with me.
The memories that I have brings tears to my eyes because I know that I will never experience the happiness that I had with you again.
I remember so much, and I guess that I just wish things didn’t end the way that they did.
Your last month’s here with us, we had a disagreement. With our family, our prides and anger issues get in the way of our judgement. With this family we never see eye to eye or get along, long enough to enjoy one evening, but you and I did. We found a way to tune everyone out and simply enjoy the gatherings.
I just want to say that I am sorry. I would give anything to just have one more day with you. To Tell you that I am sorry not only for me but for our family.
It may seem crazy, but I often dream of you. I dream of us at the fair where you used to work in the steak trailer. You’d have your dark green shirt and tan shorts with the dark green apron to match. You came out of the trailer and sat at a near bye bench, and we began our own conversation. Like we use too….
I hope that you are at peace, wherever you are at. If I have ever wronged you in any way, I am sorry and that I hope that you can forgive me.
Love always, your granddaughter.
I then end it with that and somehow, I feel that a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I also feel that she knows, or she heard my words and I like to think that she is smiling down at me and giving me small reassurance that she did hear them.
What do you do when you are stuck and feel loss? Tell me what you do down below. I’d love to hear about it.
This picture is a picture of a book that I, myself have taken and purchased.
Beast
By Pepper Pace
Editing: Nikita Bryant
Pepper Pace Productions
Where to even begin as to how amazing this book is!!
I was feeling low and was scrolling through Goodreads, trying to find something to read. Not like I had shelves and shelves in different rooms full of books to read already but at that moment I wanted something different. So, with me being a plus size gal, I wanted something with a plus heroin and of course a muscular man, to boot, romance.
So, as I scrolled and scrolled, I instantly locked onto a very muscular chest with the word “Beast”, borderline between the man’s navel and his Apollos Belt….. Not that that was a distraction, I just love different remakes of Beauty and the Beast themed stories.
Big Fan.
Any who, I read what Goodreads had to say about the description of the book and it had me wanting more, well, convinced, on buying the book from Amazon. Within its few days of delivery, the agony was over. It had finally came and I was so excited to read it!
This book was indeed a retelling of my favorite story of “Beauty and the Best”, which I fell in love with the 1991 film version. Best believe I have found so many other retellings from books to movies of this classic tale. This book, by far, being my top five favorite of the retelling of it.
It starts with the main character, Ashleigh, who is a beautiful plus size woman, who, like most plus size goddesses, have an identity issue. She wants to “fit in” and be skinny but she goes about doing it the wrong way. When I say the wrong way, I mean the worst way possible. How? By not eating right and exercising to the point her own body gives up on her. Sorry, not going to give out all the details on her just yet.
Then there is Christopher, a LT. Christopher, a Marine! Who is nicknamed “Beast”. Which I thought, at first, was because of this man’s features and how he was described. 6’5″ three hundred and some pounds. Yep, big boy, the yummy kind. But the deformity was of his facial features, how he got them I will let you find out for yourself.
How the two met, is that they both work in a federal building, in the basement where the gym is located. Him security and her an analyst for the same company. Upon her accident, and him taking care of her the two were in separatable. He taught her how to take care of herself properly and she taught him that there was more to life then hiding in the shadows.
Now when I finally received this book, I made the mistake of reading it before bed. I started it and the next famous words are, ‘oh, just one more chapter’. This led to me. to. keep. turning. the. darn. pages! Before I knew it, it was five am!! I had to get up at six to be at work at seven!!! Yes, I did the responsible thing…….I called off to finish that book. Did I hold any regret to that….nope.
I love when I find a book that is simply a page turner. It’s very rare but I love finding them. When I do I keep them and read them over and over again. So, Pepper Pace, to whom I learned that she lives in the same state that I do, Thank you so much! I love, love, love this book. I hope to meet you one day.
To my readers on here, check it out, I swear you won’t regret it. If you love interracial/multicultural erotic romances than this book is for you!
If you have read it, tell me about how you experienced it and tell me why you loved it. Till then, happy reading!!
Have you ever been told to ‘trust your gut?’ or ‘trust your instincts?’
Have they ever been wrong?
Weel, if you follow your gut, it just means that you are following a physical feeling that your body has on a certain person, place or object. It also makes you feel if you are right or wrong about something. Then again if its good or bad it could be the experiences of what you went through to have that feeling.
Then there is your intuition which is an ability to know without a reasoning or an explanation.
There are some who would say it’s your anxiety talking. Well, there is a difference between the two. The way you can tell is as to how long the “symptoms” last. A gut instinct will happen immediately for a short period. Anxiety would last longer than it needs too.
There are people who say that gut feelings are not always right but with practice and patience you’d be able to tell the difference and know which ones to trust or to just let the feeling go.
So, like everyone, everybody has a different experience when their intuition hits. Some have a feeling deep in their pit, sensing that something is amiss. Maybe some have a light bulb that goes off at an idea or an understanding of something that just dropped out of nowhere. Then there are the ones who can read any non-verbal communications that other people won’t say.
Some people believe that these feeling are our guardian angels who talk to us. Do you remember the last “Feeling” you had? Do you remember listening to what it had to say? If you believe and if you come face to face with a difficult decision, would you stop and listen, to learn or would you ignore it?
What do you think about gut instincts? Do you trust yours or others if they have them for you? Why or why not? Let me know what you think down below.
On this post for today I want to talk about quotes that I love and how I intricate them into my life. It’s funny but in reality, when something happens in my life, I feel that a quote is right there to make me feel better or it hits just right, making it into a lesson.
Quote for today:
“I post what I agree with, not what I’m going through. People tend to confuse the two.” – —Suraj Pathak
Is it just me or does anyone else get disrespectful comment on an automated post that is posted on your page? Or something you yourself has vented out into the web just so you can feel better cause you have no one to really talk to?
So, I am in a lot of groups that contains quotes, jokes, dark humor, writing, etc. And there will be quotes or sayings on there that I agree with that just hits home for me. While others, that I don’t agree with, I just scroll on by.
Sure, I may seem passive on some things, but it doesn’t always mean that I am that kind of a person. I am very open minded and if I don’t understand something, I ask….
I’ve should have known with people being so insecure and so easily offended on social media, that ALL the Karens and Kevins come out and have to put their two cents in, when in reality they themselves do not know the full story. But yet they want to say something to make it go their way. That’s fine, you are intitled to your own opinion but that does not mean that you need to go around and shove it down other people’s throats. That is not how the world works.
The way I see it, it is my social media. I will put on there any belief that I believe in or any content that I want, to my liking. Now I am sorry but not sorry that you feel offended but that is your problem and not mine. If you want to be a walking stroke waiting to happen, then be my guest. But I have no time or energy to even dwell on something another person has an opinion on that is differ from my own. Every problem can be solved by something.
Another way that I see it is, if it offends you so much then it must be true, or it really struck a soft spot that you want to cover up and hide. So, if the shoe fits, you might as well wear it to the ball Cinderella! If you don’t like it, change it, but do it for yourself, not what other people try and tell you what to do.
Now there are times where I post what I feel, giving me my right to just vent. Everybody needs something to help with that. Not to start a fight or a debate but just to vent and possibly get some feedback on what I am venting about. Now you may not agree with me and my thought process but that is okay. That is your choice, however I can choose if I want to follow that process or continue down my own road. So, there would be no need to shove disrespect down my throat when you do not or will not, know the whole story.
What I don’t understand is, instead of coming at a person and telling them that they are wrong, why don’t you just ask the person a few basic, humanly, questions. What makes them believe what they believe? Who knows it might change your mind. It could even be taken as a learning experience, rather than an insult.
So, the next time you read a post, don’t always assume that it’s about you. If you think it’s about you, then most likely it is. If it bothers you that much, figure it out, ask questions to see if it is true or not. Or you could just simply leave it alone. Let people post whatever they want. Not everyone will be on your side, which is fine, but you will know what is true and what’s not.
Don’t be a follower, lead your own path to your own happiness. No one holds that key but you.
How does this quote make you feel? Let me know down below of what you think?
Depending on how old your child is, you sometimes often wonder, hmm, what can I do with my kids?
No? You don’t think that? How about this?
“MOM/DAD, I’m bored!” Better? I think 98.9999% of parents hear this from their kids at least, mmmmm, all day! Makes you want to pull your hair out, doesn’t it?
And what are the responses that we, as parents, normally tell them? “Go play outside, Go play in your room, or go play with your siblings!” Most of the time, when we have the time, we ask, “Well what would you like to do?” and then we either get that doe in the headlights look, an “I don’t know,” or worst something that us parents REALLY don’t want to do.
My daughter is 11 and when she was small (roughly 3 or 4 years of age) it was the smallest things that piqued her interest……..For about an hour or so. But, it got her to not be so “Bored.”
Here are some things that I improvised (before I had Pinterest). My daughter was 3 when we started this, and it was fun up until 5!
For music, I would sit cross legged, and she would lay somewhat cross my lap with her arms up over her head, head facing the ceiling. I then would hum/sing Beethoven’s symphony No. 5 while mimicking as if I was playing on the piano, on her body. Especially around the mid-section, tickling her in the process. I then would “mess up” and say that some things needed to be tuned. So, I would tickle her feet, pretend twist her toes, fingers, nose and ears and then tried the symphony again with confidence that the problem was fixed. We would play that for hours. She really loved the tickle part. When she was young, she couldn’t quite get out Beethoven’s name so she would say, “Mommy, do the Dum, Dum, Dum on my belly.” Then we would start all over again. Even at 11 she still tries for me to do it, but now she has too long of a torso for me to even reach her toes, face or hands. Yep, she’s a tall one!
Art- was very simple, simply because she was coming into that age of pre k, kindergarten and first grade. So, with some construction paper, safety scissors and Lots and I mean lots of glue! We would make all sorts of weird animals, people, each other, and different objects resembling something like a car or a house or something.
Board games were another big thing for my daughter. Connect four, Candy land, Guess Who, Trouble and Hi HO Cherry O, where big help. How, they helped her to count, sort out by color, following rules to each of the games, (although I think she tuned that out because I swear, she cheats all the time!)
Reading, was a challenge, still is for me, if I may be honest. With me trying to get my daughter to read was like wrestling a hog just to get a fine hair out of its ear! So, with the short stores and interpret different voices just to make it interesting.
Science, now we did this in the winter but what we did was take different cups of water, then mixed it with food coloring. We then filled many ballons, (I’m talking about four or five bags of ballons) with the colored water, then sat them outside to freeze. The next day we would cut the balloon and place the orbs out into the snow and tried to find as many as we could before a certain time was up. Mind you I had to get up early to go hide those orbs. It was sort of like an Easter egg hunt but in the snow. Whomever collected the most orbs got to pick the movie for movie night with hot coco. (Regardless, both teams won!)
Now, that she was a little older, we signed her up for softball. That right there is self-explanatory. Everyday rather she had practice or not she always, and still does, want to either play catch, hit the ball, pop ups or grounders.
The main thing is, always be engaged with your kids, no matter what. It could be the simplest of things. Who knows you guys could actually starting a family tradition or a hobby together. You never know what it will lead too.
There are millions of things to do with your kids, so get those creative caps on and get going. Because honestly, I don’t think they care of what all you do, it matters that you do the project with them.
Let me know as to what you guys do with your kids, that you all enjoy.
