The More You Know :: Spring Edition

The More You Know
  • Did you know that Oklahoma has only three seasons? Winter, summer, and tornado.
  • Did you know that by May 12th of the year you first begin homeschooling you will be so ready for the school year to end that you will start to incorporate into your curriculum things like jumping on the trampoline (counts as P.E.), games of Twister (reinforces the concept of left vs. right, also the colors green, blue, yellow, and red), and flower bed gardening (because nature = science).

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7 Road Trip Photos We Should Have Taken (and then Posted to Facebook)

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1.  A photo of Emma hitting Jenna in the head with her Tootsie Pop. (Because Jenna was annoying her.)

2.  A photo of the floorboard landing location of one Nokia 2300 (circa 2004) propelled by me, from the driver’s seat, at Jake and Jenna, who were seated in the 3rd row of our Expedition. (Because they WOULD NOT stop their constant bickering and arguing. For the record, I missed.)

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Pinterest is the New Black

Pinterest

Problem :: In your daily travels around the internet, you see lots of fabulawesome things you would like to make, bake, buy, wear or give as a gift. But, how do you keep track of those fab finds, so that when the time comes to do the making, baking, buying, wearing or giving, you can remember where in the world (wide web) you saw them?

Solution :: Pinterest.

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Tiny Bubbles :: A Letter to My Daughter at Nine (Going on Nineteen)

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Dear Emma,

If you are as lucky as I have been in life, some day in the distant future you will be the mother of a little girl. She will be charming, cheery, and compassionate, as are you.

One day, she will turn nine years old, and, out of the blue, will seem suddenly compelled to start partaking of more grown-up, womanly activities.

You may notice her repeated applications of glitter lip gloss and pink nail polish. She may begin to ask questions about boys and bras. And, if you are the very luckiest of mothers, she may even start helping out with household chores without your prompting.

Please allow me to offer you a word of advice.

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