My daughter wanted to do a photo shoot with her American Girl Doll, Rosie. In one of the shots, the doll is literally balanced on a bicycle.
Life and parenting are a lot about balance: Time spent between work and family, between taking care of the house and taking care of the children, and between busy schedules and time for relaxation.
Making this photo was about balance, too: Stealing a few creative shots while also setting up fashion shots for the doll. I got to take pictures and spend time with my daughter; my daughter got to play dress-up and share this with me.
Dawn Blanchard Photography
A summer night at the cottage, piecing puzzles and playing Scattegories meant many laughs and memories made.
It is a relief to put away the smart phones and the tablets, to talk without texting, to be together without distractions. It is a relief to know that our children still enjoy the simple things.
These nights are the ones we will remember.
I am happy that my children enjoy a quiet afternoon, playing Scrabble. A board game with family is still more enticing than a video game.
It’s official, I’ve been approved to extend my leave of absence!
This means: More time and energy for my children; more time spent with my husband; and more time doing the things I love.
This letter makes me very happy.
A snow day on the first day of spring…
(First, let me clarify: I am grateful for the day off, not for the snow.)
A snow day is a gift of time. Time otherwise spent working or driving to school and activities can be used for relaxation, family time, and catching up. In this case, it was spent painting cabinets while listening to my kids play.
This is time I would have otherwise missed.
I sit in the living room with my little family before Christmas.
It is my favourite part of the season: The pretty tree, the anticipation, the visits from family and friends.
The time leading up to Christmas is even better than the gifts.
Yes, this is about knitting again.
(For those of you who have been following my blog, you know that knitting pops up every now and again; please bear with me.)
But this is a new kind of knitting story.
Last night, my children asked me to teach them how to knit. Expecting them to lose both interest and patience quickly, I cast on a few stitches for them, showed them the basics, then let them go to it.
They surprised me with their determination and patience.
And so we knit, all three of us, cuddled on the couch.
It took a bit of convincing to get the kids outside for the afternoon.
Crisp and cool, it was a refreshing late fall afternoon, too beautiful to be spent indoors. After much procrastination (kids’) and frustration (Mom’s), they were dressed and out. It took about two minutes for them to start having fun. Instead of sitting in front of a video game, they built forts, went for a walk in the woods, and played make-believe on the swing set.
Listening to their carefree laughter was the highlight of my day.
An August afternoon in my parents’ backyard is filled with laughter and conversation.
We sit below the climbing roses, on the deck my father built. The gardens surrounding us have been planted and tended by my mother. Chickadees swoop over our heads and chipmunks skitter by. These fences hold memories.
While Sunday supper warms in the oven, more memories are made.
The kids and I contented ourselves with pencil crayons and colouring books while waiting for family to arrive at the campground.
It was a treasured moment with children that are quickly growing and gathering new interests. It was shared time, quiet conversation, and the sweet simplicity of colouring within the lines.