Social Media

I’m on social media for numerous reasons. Primarily, to keep in touch with my family and friends. It’s not as easy as popping around to my moms for a quick visit with us living in California, and she living in England. I share photos, status updates and keep up with what’s happening in my friends and family members lives mainly through platforms like Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. We utilize Skype when we want to have some face time and that as I have mentioned before, is one of my favorite things about the technology and software available to the average person.

Lately however, I’ve found myself recoiling away from social media, particularly the comment sections of articles that often pop up in my newsfeed. I find some of the discussions between (presumably) grown adults, gut wrenching. I didn’t quite realize how some people choose to use social media. There’s a perverse anonymity that comes from the keyboard warriors who take it upon themselves to cast digital stones, to use words that are venomous and cruel whilst hiding themselves behind privacy settings. 

Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to this. I was shown this side of the Internet at a pretty young age whilst playing online video games. I have been the target of venomous and abusive language. But I’m surprised by how much of this grown up conversation that is full of resentment, judgment and frankly, astonishingly bad spelling and grammar, appears on articles relating to parenting. Social media seems to be the playground of the “sanctimommies”. 

They say that it takes a village to raise children. If this is the village that modern parents have to look to, I’d rather not be part of it. 


Mother’s Day, Mountains and Musings

I hadn’t realized until we drove up into the mountains this past Saturday morning, that it had been at least three years since we had visited with Curtis’ parents at their house in the foothills. Last time I was there I was about three months pregnant with Calvin. I don’t know what kept me away for so long. Life I guess. We spent this past weekend with Curtis’ parents, our two little ones, his brother and sister in law, and their two little ones. It was thoroughly enjoyable! We helped work on projects during the kids nap time, filling trenches with dirt and pulling up fence posts, we explored the long grass and large rocks with the kids and gathered at the table for delicious food and conversation. It was a wonderful celebration of Mother’s Day, and my father in laws birthday!

Overcast but beautiful!

A dusty sunset after a wonderful day.

I loved how this cake turned out!

Chocolate fudge Sarlacc cake!


The kids loved the adventure of being up there. They wore themselves out running through the grass, trudging up and down the hills and exploring the future chicken coop. It was a great opportunity for cousin time also. They all played very well together with the occasional and inevitable toddler tantrums. It makes me so happy to see them growing with cousins whom they love. 

The weekend came to an end with an early dinner, just myself, Curtis and the kids. It was lovely to spend a little family time before Curtis head off to the Engineer academy! I’m so very proud of him! He’s got quite a few weeks ahead of him that are going to be tough at times, not just with the class work, but also with being gone, but it is so worth it. How often do you meet someone who is wholly dedicated to the work they do and really love it? It’s a blessing! I’ll miss him like crazy, 

Insert Head Explosion

This post from Stuart over at Forged From Reverie, has got me thinking this morning. Lately I have noticed that I’m having to make a conscious effort to not have a knee jerk reaction to the behavior of Calvin and Mia. 

Calvin especially is in the threenager stage, and thus, is testing his boundaries lately. Daily he is pushing my buttons, and at times I have snapped. For example, yesterday he got ahold of my clear nail varnish and whilst I was brushing my teeth he painted the leg of our dining room table with it. My initial response was anger and I immediately put him in time out (which I stand by as necessary) whilst shouting at him about the dangers and damage he had caused using it. The shouting on reflection, was unnecessary. He knew he had done wrong, he apologized profusely and when asked about it was able to access that it was a bad idea. He accessed the situation, which is something I didn’t do. Yes he shouldn’t have had the nail varnish, but I had left it within reach. He shouldn’t have painted the table with it, but he’s a curious kid. Yes it was a bugger to get off, but it didn’t permanently damage anything. But one thing without another side to it, was that it was dangerous. He ended up with it on his clothes and in his hair and all I could think about was the “what if” of the possibility of him getting it into his eyes. 

I need to start breathing and taking a few extra seconds before I react. If the situation isn’t immediately threatening to the health of my kids or anyone else, maybe a step back would be more productive than me losing my shit!