Zillions of Toys in Bed
Do your children sleep with zillions of toys in bed? Until last fall JDaniel had never had anything in his bed. I was afraid he would lose his pacie in the night and not be able to find it under toys and blankets.
I brought JDaniel a Build-A- Bear teddy bear back from the Type A Conference last fall. He really loved Teddy and asked if he could have him in his crib at night. That was fine. Two objects in bed weren’t too many.
Over time more and more things seemed to appear in his crib. It was getting really crowded in there. I cleared everything out one afternoon and let JDaniel place six things back in. He chose his Pillow Pet, two blankets, and three stuffed animals.
Months went by and those six items remained in his crib. He didn’t take any away or add to their number.
Right before he turned three at the beginning of March JDaniel moved to a twin bed. We moved all his lovies to the big bed. Every now and then a new toy or blanket or pillow would appear and we would narrow the number back down to six.
Just last week we started hearing JDaniel’s bedroom door open and close along with footsteps in his room after he had been put to bed. The walking around never seemed to go on for long. By the time we got up stairs to check on him, he was in bed again.
In the morning I noticed that some of the animals in his bed had changed and that there were now books in his bed.
I asked him about how they got there and if he was walking around his room at night.
“Yes,” he said.
“Isn’t it dark in here when you are walking around?” I questioned
“Well, I turn on the light so I can see,” he replied.
“Then what happens?” I asked.
“Well, I get what I want, turn off the light and go right to sleep,” he said.
“Why do you open the door?” I inquired.
“I want to make sure you are not looking,” he answered.
We are in such trouble. I can just see him waiting up and trying to go get a midnight snack.
What mischief are or were your children up to at night?
Pause Life for a Moment- A Nut in a Nutshell
It was Father’s Day nearly three years ago.
My husband had very little time off from his job so we headed out of town for the day on a fun-filled adventure with our son.
On the way, I called my dad to wish him a happy Father’s Day and tell him that I loved him.
Then I carried on with my day’s activities.
The whole week slipped by in a flurry of do this and do that chaos.
And then I got a phone call that stopped time.
“Elizabeth, it’s your dad. He fell and he’s unconscious. The ambulance is on the way, but it doesn’t look good. Please hurry.”
I raced to my mom’s house but the ambulance was just leaving for the hospital. I headed straight there myself.
My dad never regained consciousness.
I remember walking into the emergency room where I saw my brother, and I just collapsed into his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.
I lost my daddy.
I will never forgive myself for losing that one last chance on Father’s Day to hug my dad and tell him how much I loved him.
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Muffin Tin Monday- April Showers

When the rain falls, you need an umbrella. JDaniel was given a cheeseburger umbrella. He ate half of earlier. The remaining half had the bottom part of the roll removed and made into a handle. You may have assumed that both a top bun and bottom bun were a part of the umbrellas canopy. If you did, I was able to trick you with my amazing tin creation skills.
There are a lot of chemicals in the atmosphere now. JDaniel was given acid rain represented by pickles in the second cup.
The next three cups feature rain as it sprinkled down on various foods with various intensities. There is the light sprinkling dirty rain that fell on sugar-free applesauce. The sprinkles increased in intensity on strawberry yogurt and became infiltrated with more of an acid color. Finally the sprinkling got long and stringy much like shredded cheese as it fell on cheesy broccoli.
The final cup displays hard rain or hail. Dried apricots represent the freak hard rainstorms that can arrive and depart quickly during some rainstorms in the spring.
Once Upon a Sugar Tree Winner!
Read.Explore.Learn.- My Mom Has X-Ray Vision
Welcome to Read. Explore. Learn! This meme was designed to be a place for you to share the learning opportunities, crafts, field trips, and other activities you have done this week that tie-in to children’s books. I look forward to seeing the ways you have learned with and explored books.
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- My Mom Has X-Ray Vision by Angela McAllister explores how a mom can know what you are up to when she isn’t even in the same room as you are. Among other things how does she know you have her pots and pans?
- Matthew decides to test out his mom’s vision and whether she can see through walls. Mom doesn’t pass the test. She doesn’t know where he is hiding due to her saving the life of the neighbor next door during that same period of time.
- There must be another way that she finds things out Matthen decides. Maybe she has eyes on the back of her head. This is such a cute book. I love the illustrations done by Alex T. Smith. The mom pictured in her superhero outfit is priceless. Leaving the children hanging as to how mom knows things will be a great story starter. I bet your children can come up with other superpowers mom and dads can have.
What did we do?
Craft
JDaniel added hair to a self-portrait of me using noodles. I decided to use 3-D glasses instead of x-ray glasses. JDaniel got a little carried away with the noodles. I wish my hair was this full of the volume of both sides of my head.



Yearning for the Beach



Pause Life for a Moment- Mrs. Matlock
Mrs. Matlock is an amazing woman. I met her through Alphabe Thursday, a weekly meme, she hosts based on the alphabet. She has the unique ability to draw bloggers from lots of different types blogs together to share, visit, and befriend each other. Mrs. Matlock pretends to be a strict school teacher on Thursdays. While in reality she is the fraternity mom to almost eighty bloggers weekly. She makes sure we complete her writing tasks, gives us her take on our posts, and writes many of us e-mails to further encourage us and inquire about our lives. We are so fortunate to have her in our lives. Today you get to be fortunate too. She has written an amazing post for us!
We adorn our walls with peel-off vinyl letters, calendars and beautiful, handmade, wooden signs that remind us, “”Life is not measured by how many breaths you take, but by how many moments take your breath away”, “Don’t dream your life, live your dreams”, and “Live every day of your life.”
And sometimes, when we read those reminders or turn our calendars to a particularly compelling page, we feel it. It permeates us to our very souls; we remind ourselves that, “Yes, I will slow my life down. I will pay attention. I will be present in each moment.”
And sometimes when we read those reminders, we feel like a failure. Oh, we mean to slow down. We mean to pay attention. We mean to be present. But it’s hard, isn’t it?
Life seems to realy just get in the way of…well…life. Children get sick. We say ‘yes’ to a few too many commitments. We honestly intend to do it all, but it’s too much. And we feel like failures at our own lives.
We watch other people who seem able to do it all. They work, bake birthday cakes in the shape of their child’s favorite movie character (from scratch, no less!) and celebrate every obscure holiday with handmade decorations and clever themes. They picnic, haul their family to sports WITH nutritious snacks, find time to exercise AND keep a perfect house.
We’re certain they live their lives truly and completely by quotation and we fall well short in our own minds.
As a mother and grandmother, I have a few thoughts about trying to live like this.
Most of the time, it doesn’t work. We get so caught up in trying to create perfect memories, we forget to pause and just ‘be’ in the moment with our families.
A common quotation of my ‘motherhood era’ was, ‘Cleaning and scrubbing can wait ‘til tomorrow, children grow up we’ve learned to our sorrow, so fly away cobwebs and dust go to sleep, I’m minding my baby and babies don’t keep.”
Oh that caused me anguish! As a young mother, I felt every single failure profoundly. I watched the parade of time pass by and, although I spent a lot of hours with my children in many creative and loving ways, I was never able to embrace the philosophy of cobwebs flying away and dust disappearing. It bothered me. I needed my house to be clean.
It was impossible for me to find balance between the perfection I thought other mothers achieved and what my life really was.
I was exhausted. And haggard. And sometimes, to be quite candid, not a whole lot of fun.
When I finally realized the expectations I’d set for myself were unattainable, I recognized that in order to slow down and be fully present I needed to prioritize things in life.
I created a list of the finite firsts and lasts most important to me in my children’s lives. My list contained the number of times I hoped an event would occur while they were still living with me. It was surprising to discover how few they were in number:
First and last days of school – 13
Losing the first tooth – 1
Christmas – 18
Easter Egg hunts – 18
And so on.
When I was finished, my list contained about twenty entries that I carefully wrote on my calendar each year, along with the usual dates to celebrate family and friends birthdays and anniversaries.
My new goal was to be fully present on each of the days on that list. I planned for them with the careful attention I would use for any ‘can’t miss’ event. The rest of the time I did the best I could.
Sure, I tried to read to my kids every night, listen to their worries and find a smile when I was totally stressed out over money or marital issues. But it didn’t always work for me. Sometimes I parked them in front of the TV with a bowl of cereal for dinner. Sometimes I told them they were giving me a headache.
But I didn’t spend a lot of time worrying or lamenting over those days. I did my best.
As my children left the nest, I continued some of the traditions I’d started: making certain to send a silly pair of socks in the mail on St. Patrick’s Day, Easter baskets, egg hunts, etc. The habit of focusing on my list of priorities had become ingrained in my mind.
If I was going to try to live by quotation now, it would be the single word, “Balance.”
For me, trying to live up to the perceived perfection of everyone else’s abilities, standards and accomplishments was far too difficult. I’d been so busy trying to make things special, I’d sometimes forgotten to hit the ‘pause button’ and enjoy the moments I’d been scrambling to create.
Balance.
Slow down.
Let quotations influence moments in your life, but don’t feel like a failure when every moment doesn’t feel like a quotation.
Save some of yourself for you.
Muffin Tin Monday- April Fooling JDaniel Into Eating Healthy Foods
Happy April Fool’s Day! Yes, I am four days early. I am just starting a little early. Hope that you get to enjoy a full week of April Fool’s tricks and treats.
The upside down tree tin is filled with tricky foods. There are mandarin oranges which are low in calories and good for you. Sugar free green jello is in the second cup. JDaniel didn’t notice. He just loves jello. The sandwiches are on whole grain bread and are filled with cheese, turkey, and a sweet potato spread. They were just wonderful. Across from the first sandwich are rice cakes with blueberries. The second sandwich has avacado across from it. JDaniel announced that the avacado tasted horrible. He picked it out at the grocery store. He will never pick it out again according to him.
Do you try to sneak healthy foods into your children’s food?
What have you done that worked?