Over the weekend, my family rented out our house with Airbnb and schlepped off to Richmond for 36 hours of adventure. Romping around in Maymont Park and hiking over to Belle Isle—once a Civil War prison camp for Union soldiers (creepy)—was tons of fun, but after sipping on a Blackberry Mule at Shyndigz in Carytown, I knew I was coming home with a mission. I NEEDED to recreate one of the loveliest cocktails I've had in a long time. Perfect for summer because, um, blackberries, and not too syrupy . . .
Many of you have asked me how our Tech Free project is going, so I thought I'd give you an update. Three months ago we instituted the rule of no technology on the weekdays and were met with fierce opposition from our children. You can read their devious plans to sabotage our rule here. But now, one quarter into the new initiative, everybody has pretty well accepted no tech on the weekdays as a lifestyle. But a few things have changed . . . Our lives are less noisy. This isn't because my . . .
When you can use nearly all your fingers on one hand to count the number of children who belong to you, the expectation of a day of appreciation goes waaaaay up. The precious homemade cards you've been tucking away as keepsakes are darling, but you've reached a point of needing a little more. Know what I mean? For those of us moms lucky enough to have a partner in crime, this usually requires a responsible adult to step in and buy something special. But as it turns out, he's not a mind reader. . . .
Last week, my oldest daughter was scheduled to attend a student orientation day at her new middle school. How the words "oldest daughter" and "middle school" are sandwiched in the same sentence is beyond me, but that's a different blog post! As I tucked her in the night before the event, Maddox turned to me with wide eyes. "Mom, I'm scared," she whispered. And there it was. A moment of vulnerability and a three-word statement requiring my response. I don't know about the rest of you mamas, . . .
Wrangling a family of six is not what I would call a walk in the park. In fact, if we were in said park, Graham and I would be chasing children in four separate directions. These are wild years, friends. If corralling our kids is difficult on any given day, aligning our schedules is even more challenging. Thankfully, we have spent the last 18 months unraveling busy, but I’ve noticed our commitments have started piling up again, and in an effort to share what I’ve learned with you, I am writing . . .