Recycle

Elsa completed an assignment for school on Wednesday, where she had to think and write down all the items we recycle. She drew a picture to go with it. The picture proudly shows me recycling my beer came. Such a proud mom moment!

Easy and hard

 Kale went to a neighbor's house on Sunday afternoon. Shortly after leaving he was back at home again, clearly upset. Adam and I tried to get him to open up about what happened. It turns out, in Kale's words, "Dad happened". Sigh. I'm sure we are not the only parent's who wrestle with screen time, age appropriate video games, etc. As I reminded Adam - we are not here to be a friend to our kids, but to parent (which is a heck of a lot harder!). Luckily Kale bounced back. I'm sure this won't be the last time something like this pops up, especially as we inch closer to the teenage years!

On the other side of the fence sits Elsa. She came home yesterday so excited to share that the school counselor talked to her class about things they love. Elsa shared that she loves "holding hands with mom", "kissing mom goodnight", and "wrestling with dad". I sometimes wish we could bottle her up right now - she is such a bright light!

Old

Elsa asked me if I used candlelight for light when I grew up. Her perception of "long ago" needs a little work!