Games are such a great way to learn things. That’s why I’m so excited about the printable history games I’ve been working on. I’ve combined some of my interests of teaching and learning along with my kids and I’ve have come up with some great educational file folder games. Now, I’ll admit I didn’t do this all by myself. I’ve had some amazing help from my boys.
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Courage for the Mom Who’s Raising a Different Child
Parenting is hard. I don’t think anyone who as been a parent for any amount of time would disagree. There aren’t always easy answers for the problems we face. Again and again, we need to ask God how to best face the challenges before us. Never is this more true, though, than when one is raising a child who is different.
Gratitude: A Prayer and Praise Coloring Journal {review}
I’ve always been happy to see my children coloring, especially when they were younger. I figured it was a painless way to achieve better motor skills and improve their handwriting, something that some of my boys really needed work on. There has been evidence that benefits to coloring don’t stop when you grow out of childhood.
To the Mom who is Choosing Facebook Over the Deeply Satisfying
I almost didn’t share this post. I thought maybe it’s too real — too honest. And then I thought maybe I’m exagerating the state of my house and of my mind that Sunday evening a few weeks ago. And then also, what can I say that hasn’t been said before?
Sometimes We Want Results Now…and That’s Not How Parenting Always Works
Tears stood in my eyes as I listened to my son pronounce the words to his speech therapist. “Cat, cut, cow, call.” First the hard c sound at the beginning of words, then in the middle, then at the end. Then the same with the hard g. I was amazed. Every single c and g (at the beginning, middle, and end of words) was perfect.
Having a Martha Home the Mary Way {a maybe too-honest book review}
Recently there was one of those polls on Facebook that likes to ask senseless questions. You know the kind. The kind that asks you if you’d rather know how to play all the instruments in the world or know all the languages in the world. The ones that often remind me of my four boys who have an endless supply of perplexing questions they like to throw at my husband and me at the dinner table.






