I'm back today to finish my annual (give or take ;) ) homeschool update. In my last post I shared an update on what my elementary and middle school boys are doing, and now I'm here to talk high school. **At the end of this post I am also going to cover the details of how we keep records, and what we plan to do for graduation. (I'm trying to keep it brief, but I get a lot of questions on this stuff...)And once again -- If you're not into the homeschool thing, there are surely more
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Homeschool Updates 2016, Part I/II: Elementary and Middle School
I've been getting a lot of requests lately, so I decided it's time...Time for a homeschool update. NOTE: If you are not a homeschool family or looking into homeschooling currently, I won't even try to pretend this post will be interesting. I totally excuse you to exit this one before I bore you to sleep. Of course I invite you to click around my site and find more interesting topics, and I promise...I'll be back again soon with regularly scheduled programing.Now...for the
4 Ingredient, 5 Minute (no bake) Peanut Butter Oatmeal Bars
Our boys are currently going through a stage called eating everything all of the time. I'm not sure what's going on, but it's testing both my creative cooking abilities and our budget. So it may not surprise you that I'm a sight to behold at Costco. You can't miss me: I'm the one with groceries piled high and spilling over the edges of my wagon. (I know most of America calls them "shopping carts" but here in Hawaii they are "wagons.") I've never been gifted with organizational skills, so that
11 Lies that might be keeping you fat {a new giveaway!}
Most of you know that I spent many years of my life preoccupied with diet, exercise and my body image. I was wrapped up in a bunch of lies, and couldn't find my way out. I had a college degree in sports medicine and I was a professional fitness instructor and personal trainer, yet my mind was still a mess: filled with the very same lies that so many (millions) of people are trapped in. These lies kept me obsessed with my body and with food and exercise.They
The Dirty Truth. Edition: It’s My Birthday!
Hi friends! So...this Sunday is my birthday!And though I have a bunch of posts in the pipeline (all unfinished, of course,) ... I thought I would repost this birthday post from two years ago. Because on your birthday you get to do whatever you want, right? And also: Most of the confessions here haven't changed a bit, and they might help you newer readers get to know me a little better. Plus, I'm adding a couple "bonus confessions" to the end...which are
Because there is a Renaissance Woman within all of us. (A must-read for every mom.)
You know one thing that has helped make me a better mom and wife? Blogging. (Weird. I've never put that in writing before.)This may not sound logical since blogging can distract me from my family at times. I confess it is a constant juggling act, and indeed sometimes it adds stress to my life. However the overall effect of finding my passion through writing and blogging has definitely made me a better wife and mom.One day I hope to share more of the personal side to my blogging
Why We Need to get Together with Old Friends More Often
If you've ever had a really good friend (and if you have you are blessed) then you know what I'm talking about. True friendship is unique, and enduring.The passage of time may relocate us, change us, distract us, and even make us lose track of one another (at least in the daily life kind of way.) But there is no denying the special bond between close friends. In a mere moment back together it is like no time has passed.And at the risk of being cliché, I've just gotta say--There is
How To Parent with Confidence
We all do it... (Or so I tell myself.)We hit those moments as parents when we feel completely inadequate. Unqualified. Unfit. Like maybe there's been some kind of mistake.It might hit us when we scroll through social media, or see other moms out with their kids; the moms who always seem to be doing more...smiling more...looking better... Being better than we believe we are.Or it might hit us when we blow it and miss a school activity, or we parent in anger, or just feel like we