In America we follow the Gregorian calendar. The last day in the month of December we celebrate the beginning of a new year at the stroke of midnight. Many Americans participate in the popular New Years custom of making a commitment to a personal goal or reforming a habit. We refer it as a “New Year’s Resolution.”
I made a few resolutions last year and ended up for the most part sticking with them. Nothing too outrageous, mind you. One of my resolutions was to expose my two young daughters to yoga.
I followed through with my commitment by reading up on books on yoga for children. We bought the girls each their own purple yoga mats. My style of teaching them was based on a yoga book and my prior experience with yoga. (more…)
I studied business in college. Little did I know that I would one day become a short-order cook! Or, at least that is how I feel. With two young children and a husband who works a lot, I spend most of my days in the kitchen.
Thankfully, I love to cook! And not to brag, but I am a pretty good cook…except for the night I served “rubber chicken”, as my husband called it.
I haven’t always been good in the kitchen. When I first met my husband, my idea of cooking was dumping a bag of frozen vegetables in a wok and giving them a toss and – Voila! Dinner!
He referred to my meals has “human food” as there is “cat food” and “dog food” – something one would eat purely for survival. Thankfully, after many years together and many issues of “Bon Appetit”, I have found my inner chef — who still overcooks the chicken from time to time. (more…)
They said he would never talk, that he would be trapped forever in a world in which language was beyond his reach. He would never laugh and play with other children, he would never understand what his birthday was all about, and he would never feel excited about Christmas.
They told us that he had limited capacity to learn, that as other kids his age surged forward in reading and math and problem-solving, he would inch forward agonizingly slowly, falling further and further behind. Big phrases like Severe Cognitive Impairment were used. He probably wouldn’t make it as far as high school, and he was unlikely to ever hold down any kind of job. (more…)
I have one of the worst memories of anybody I know. I can be with a group of friends who will be talking about a hilarious event that happened in high school or college, one that I may have played a vital role in, and I have absolutely no memory of it.
I want to remember it, because it sounds awesome, but for some reason I don’t. My husband refers to me as the guy from the movie “Memento.” You know, the one who has to tattoo notes on his arms because he has no short-term memory. That’s me, without the tattooing. (more…)
We start off the week in New Jersey, USA with Kally Mocho, who talks about important music moments in her life and how she’s trying to recreate them with her children. Be sure to check out her article on Monday, “Keep It Rockin’!”
Tuesday, we fly north of the border to Toronto, Canada for Kirsten Jessiman’s, “An Eighth of an Inch”. In a place where she found herself dealing with the initial diagnosis of her son’s autism, she found optimism. A very inspiring read!
Wednesday, we travel to the west coast USA to meet up with the hip A. Roselyn in San Francisco! And Thursday ,we take the red-eye out east to Cape Cod, Massachusetts to check in with Courtney Cappallo, our home-schooling mom!
World Moms Blog writers admit to the little white lies they’ve told their children on Friday. You won’t want to miss that one!
See you again on the blog for another fun week!
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