Tasha's Blogging What-not
Stuff that doesn't fit in my other 4 blogs
Monday, February 20, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Ardara does it again...
Another of my daughter's poems was published this week in her school's newsletter. I'm so proud. This one is AMAZING!
The Snatcher Fox A red flash zips through trees of green and yellow. It's chomping its teeth at a little white ball. The light flutters through the trees, Turning on and off, on and off Heart beating faster and faster, It is getting cold. Rustling like plastic bags The pounding like elephants in a stampede, And the snapping of bony teeth Everything is black. (C) 2012 Ardara Chinnock
Monday, February 13, 2012
My daughter wrote me a poem!
Mom by Ardara Chinnock, age 10 When I first smiled, she smiled too. When I first laughed, I laughed with her. When I first cried, she was by my side. When I first frowned, she cheered me up. Now I am old and so is she. So, when she smiles I'll smile back and When she laughs I'll laugh back too. But the best thing of all is... That she loves me and I love her.
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Friday, February 03, 2012
Bento Boxes
So, one place that my mind has been lately is bento boxes. I know, why would I be obsessing over decorative, time consuming lunches for my kids when I am already super busy, working full time, getting in car accidents and shopping wrecklessly? Who do I think I am? Truth is, I miss doing fun stuff with my kids. I visited my friend, Tara, today and saw those precious kids doing their school work and playing together and mom right there in the middle of it and gosh! I don't know if I ever appreciated what I had when I had it! I miss my kids so much, even when they are with me! I guess the cute little bento boxes I see on pinterest just made me think I could share a special moment with my kids during the day somehow. So at my grocery fiasco described in my last post, I bought a bunch of foods that will go into making bento lunches for my kids this week. I will post pictures if it works. Here are the plans:
Where is my mind?