Transforming the Toddler Years
The Blog
“Parenting is really one big, beautiful story and
I love telling it.”
Cara Tyrrell, Founder Core4Parenting
Christmas 2011 - Also known as the year we hit the reset button on the holiday.
Christmas is the season of giving and receiving between friends, families, and coworkers, but from the perspective of a little one, it’s all about the ‘getting’.
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“It's not very beautiful is it?” We were painting little plaster Halloween creatures and this little four year old’s was multi-colored and multi-layered, hues blending to create new and different shades.
When I hesitated, he put down the paintbrush held it up to...
I did not have sporty kids, And I'm not going to lie, I was relieved. I watched my sister and brother in law, who have three VERY sporty kids, lose their heads juggling the number of practices, games, and tournaments… per sport, per kid, every season of the year.
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Traveling as adults is stressful enough. But traveling with kids is a different beast.
The planning. The packing. How does a tiny little human require so much stuff? And, of course, the changing of routines, food options, and sleep.
The first time I took my kids on a plane they were...
She did it. This is what my husband says.
People say, “Oh my gosh, you have such amazing kids”, and he smiles, points his finger at me and says “She did it. It’s because of her”
He’s right. I did the bulk of the childrearing, adopting...
A conversation for context.
My husband: “What do you want for Christmas?”
Me: “Finish renovating my office?”
Him: “Ok.”
He's a contractor by trade so I trust him and he has This Old House type vision for our home updates so I trust him even more.
He...
You’ve heard this quip, right? It’s along the lines of, put your money where your mouth is and no pain - no gain.
In plain speak, we tend to take action when we feel invested.
For example:
Your friend gives you free access to her newest online course and you never...
Do I have everything? A glance at the clock told me to pick up the pace. Apron, pens, wine key, oh- “I’ll be right back. I forgot something in the car” I said, and moved briskly past them to the front door of our house. Pop “Damn” I muttered, knowing this meant the...
