Late Night Adventures with Your Children

Written by Kate Hufstetler


Vacations are fun ! Weekends withrepparttar family are nice. But, Late Night Adventures are "simply marvelous". If you really want to shine in your child's eyes on a more regular basis-- try some late night adventures with them. By late night I am talking about adventures that start from 10pm on. Shouldn't kids be in bed at that time? -- yes Shouldn't parents keep structure? -- yes Don't parents need to set an example? -- yes Aren't kids only young once? -- YES and that isrepparttar 111015 point.

Take time to be magical in your child's eyes. I applaud organized, structured family systems. I think it can be quite difficult for many families today that are over worked, tapped out, and stretched as far as time will allow for cramming in activities. Yet, since your kids are only young once-- why not give it a shot and build a couple memories asrepparttar 111016 coolest parent onrepparttar 111017 block.

Here are a couple ideas that won't take up much time or money but go a long way with kids: ** Wake up and watch a lightening / thunder storm at 11pm ** Grab a skateboard and hitrepparttar 111018 pavement at 1am ** During a snow freeze onrepparttar 111019 driveway and street out front-- ice skate in athletic shoes at 2 am

Writer's Block

Written by Abigail Dotson


Eighteen months into my daughter’s life, I sat down to write. About something. Anything. Two years ago, I had considered myself a writer. I knew that having a baby would mean less time to write; I anticipated tired bones dragging an aching body torepparttar computer at three inrepparttar 111014 morning after a midnight feeding, or disregardingrepparttar 111015 pile of dirty dishes inrepparttar 111016 sink for twenty minutes withrepparttar 111017 keyboard during an afternoon nap. I had a romantic notion of an affair with my typewriter, finding each other in darkened hallways and spending a passionate five minutes touching, our time together always abruptly ended before we were ready. I knew I would be bursting with words desperately trying to come out, searching for outlets in each of my ten fingers; I imagined sleepless nights prolonged by an unrelenting urge to write wild fairytales that I would sprinkle with glitter and bind in a book for her sweet eyes to peruse as she grew. I thought that althoughrepparttar 111018 time would be sparse and of course I would never get to write everything I wanted, I would grasp those precious moments of peace with unheard of gusto, filling pages with drawings and poems and stories and other such craftiness. Never before had I had reason for such inspiration;repparttar 111019 coming months would provide me with a wealth of creative fire, which I would put out little by little inrepparttar 111020 stolen minutes while she was napping or frolicking with her father. Imagination had been my buoy through life so far, keeping me afloat during evenrepparttar 111021 most vicious of storms. I had felt love and death and brokenness travel through my blood and limbs to exit on a page of often sappy poetry and stories. And so, of course, in this most momentous time I was sure to be filled with such ideas as I had never experiencedrepparttar 111022 likes of.

So I knew there would be little time, maybe even no time. I was prepared to feel frustrated and loaded with a traffic jam of creative genius. What nobody told me, what I didn’t anticipate, wasrepparttar 111023 complete lack of creative genius I actually felt. In allrepparttar 111024 classes and books and conversations with authentic mothers, no one ever told me that writers block was a possible side affect of giving birth. Those first few weeks when I sat down to excitedly to writerepparttar 111025 story of my daughters birth (an absolutely perfect night), I was shocked to find myself afflicted with writers block. Forrepparttar 111026 first time in my life, I had nothing to say. But how could this be? Perhaps more than any other time in my life, there was so MUCH to say. And yet time and time again I hurried torepparttar 111027 computer anxious to letrepparttar 111028 prose flow only to sit paralyzed. I eeked out miserable paragraphs, struggling with each sentence and never feeling fulfilled.

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