Do you keep a diary? Journal? Any sort of daily record?
I don’t. I’ve tried and manage to keep it for a week or two but … it doesn’t last.
If you’re a scrapbooker, do you journal on all your pages? Beyond the basics of who is in the photos, where they were taken, and what was happening in them, do you add personal context? Commentary on the weather or funny things that were said at the time? Maybe you keep a Project Life style album, awesome! How much of the every day “stuff” do you record?
The reason I’m asking is because recent events have opened my eyes to just how valuable that written record is, and how important it is to pair it with our photographic record. Can I share my ‘a-ha’ moment with you today?
Thirty years ago this April 27th, my parents were killed in a car accident. Continue reading
You know that saying “laughter is the best medicine”? Something that my brother said recently got me thinking about it.
He managed to dislocate his shoulder (in an odd “this never happens” kind of way) while skiing on December 31st. Instead of ringing in the New Year at home with his wife and children, he spent it in the ER at Lion’s Gate Hospital waiting for surgical consults and CT scan results. My sister-in-law posted this photo on Instagram which kind of sums up how we Campbell kids deal with pain and adversity. Continue reading
It’s Wednesday therefore there should be words … right?
For the past two weeks I haven’t been able to write my typical Wednesday post. The words haven’t been there. Or rather, they’re there but stuck.
Picture a log jam if you will. Too many logs try to pass through a narrow point of a river all at once and they end up stuck. The logs behind just keep crashing into the ones already jammed up and you get a bigger and bigger log jam. Until finally it reaches critical mass and explodes – usually violently and with disastrous results.
Hopefully this word explosion doesn’t have disastrous results!
This month has been hard so far. September means so many things to me personally:
It means the end of summer – my favourite season. 🙁
It means back to school – hip hip hooray! 🙂
It means my birthday! 43 this year, yikes! 🙂
It means all our crazy activities start up again. 🙁
It means the clock has officially run out on my “work vacation” a.k.a. no more stay at home status for me! 🙁
All of these things have resulted in a totally overwhelmed me! 🙁 Continue reading
This is going to be my last special Words on Wednesday post. This time next week the girls will be back in school and life can return to normal.
Or what passes for normal around here!
This endeavour of mine hasn’t gone according to plan (when do they ever, right) but I am pleased that I tried it. That we tried it! For this really was a joint effort – mine and my girls. I think I can safely say I’d do it again but with some changes.
This was a last minute idea so quite often I was madly writing their lessons late at night or first thing in the morning. Not ideal.
Not sure why I thought the kids would be excited to learn about the proper way to clean a toilet or make a bed but …. hey, live and learn. Next time, simpler lessons for the little one, and fewer expectations of perfection all around!
More hands-on activities.
The favourite lessons were the ones where they had to look up something, find something, make something, or go somewhere. Noted!
Add some way for them to give back.
The older I get, the more I feel the need to give back. Continue reading
If you’ve been following along with my special Words on Wednesday posts this summer, then you know I’ve almost completely abandoned them.
Last week though, I got the notion into my head to teach my girls to sew.
(insert hysterical laughter here)
While shopping at Walmart for a couple last Back To School supplies, I took the girls over to the fabric department to see what they had in the way of quilting fat quarters. In my head I thought a few small pieces of brightly patterned cotton would be perfect for a simple bag or pillow case. Nothing fancy. Just straight seams. That would be easy enough, right?
You know what? It was!
(insert totally shocked face here)
This week we are trying some sewing.
Wish me luck!
I’m serious! I am not the best sewer in the world and so this has the potential to end very badly!!
- Get their creative juices primed by making a sewing box. The eldest was given one for her birthday a few years ago and the younger ones have decided to share a box. Phew! Only one mess to deal with then!
- Buy fabrics of their choice to create a super simple project with.
- Find a super simple project! This is proving to be harder than I thought but I’m not giving up yet.
- Go over the rudiments of sewing – tools involved, hand stitching techniques, sewing machine basics, etc.
- Let them loose!
- Drink heavily!
That’s all I have time for today as I have some serious mental preparation to do before attempting to teach these girls how to sew! Yikes!
Welcome to another Wednesday where I share something other than cards or scrapbook layouts.
This summer I seem to be sharing posts on “how to fail at teaching kids life skills” more than anything else. Sigh.
Last week I attempted to teach the girls basic kitchen skills. The lessons were going well for a bit. They liked the scavenger hunt through all my kitchen utensils and came up with some pretty creative uses for some of them! But once we came to the actual cooking part of the lesson plan I was met with a wall in the form of my 7 year old.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. This child will be expecting her cereal and milk to be poured for her at University! The title of Princess is not strong enough to convey how much of a grasshopper she is! Definite CEO material! Let the ordinary man scramble for every cent while she sits back and is handed stacks of cash on silver trays by oiled men in tunics. That Tongan flag bearer comes to mind!
Where did I go so wrong??
Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but not by much!
But back to the subject at hand.
In my research for the written material I provide my girls (yes, I probably should have been a teacher instead of a … whatever it is I am!) I came across instructions on how to boil an egg. I know, not rocket science, right? But hey, turns out I’ve been doing it wrong all these years! Continue reading