If you live anywhere along the east coast you likely have a plan for what needs to be done when a hurricane threatens. Maybe you evacuate at the first mention of the word “tropical” or maybe you clear the store shelves of milk and vodka.
Whenever I mention camping with small kids people look at me like I am the most badass outdoorswoman to ever make a toddler carry her own fully loaded pack into the deep woods.
I am working on a post about the items I consider essential when camping with kids, but thought republishing this piece from parent.co would help provide context.
Tales of a First Grade Basket Case
I’m astoundingly good at taking my own experiences and anxieties, and making them into new anxieties about Lorelei’s experiences. I’m like a fucking anxiety superhero or something.
This weekend, we went to Notasium — an awesome music-based place space near us. The bounce house has drum sounds, the ladder to the slide is a guitar fret board, and a lot of other interactive musical play equipment.
Rowan had his 15 month appointment today. It was a little spur of the moment, because I called to set up the appointment and they said there was an opening this afternoon.
