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缓慢而稳定地让我准备好了我的评价和建议在这里提供帮助。我只写下我们个人使用和爱的产品。此帖子包含联盟链接,这意味着如果单击其中一个产品链接,我将收到赔偿金。为您的小核实区寻找合适的产品!

缓慢而稳定地让我准备好了 到6月R. Oberlander是一本由妈妈向我推荐的书,我们每周都在我们家中享受了轻松的发展活动!

这本书拥有“学习开始于出生时”,我同意!这本书如何与您的孩子一起生长,为您提供每周开发活动到5岁。

我必须诚实;这本书真的是干燥的。这不是花哨的;感觉就像学校的教科书。但是,但......在那里闲逛!活动很棒,这就是为什么:

  • 时间:设置建议的活动需要不到5分钟。它们都使用您可能已经拥有的家用物品,如盒子,锅碗瓢盆,块。因为你已经拥有这些物品,所以想法是经济实惠的。我喜欢它用日常的东西教导,利用宝宝的环境。
  • 实用性:我喜欢有一个印刷的书参考,因为我可以做互联网研究,直到奶牛回家,但除非我写完,否则计划出来,它不会发生。这本书在你的掌握方面保持着。
  • 成长:每周挑战你的宝宝与他们发育中正确的活动。
  • 挑战:这本书有助于挑战我与孩子互动,为她介绍一项新的活动,这将测试和提高她的技能。

还需要更多的鼓励吗?这是一个想法的一个例子,例如1周第4周:装配塑料罐和盖子,带盖子的鞋盒,带盖子的锅和锅。将它们赠送给您的孩子,让她删除并更换盖子。通过一周将容器更改,并尝试让孩子独立工作。使用“开”和“关”单词,因为盖子被打开并取下。

看?太简单!但是当我阅读这样的课程时,我会感受到灵感。整天都在我们周围有这样的伟大的教育时刻!它有助于拥有 缓慢而稳定地让我准备好了 要发现它们,每周介绍活动。

如果您需要更多有关如何让您的孩子携带教育效果的想法,这本书是完美的!如果你想要在房子周围使用简单的物品来增强学习,并且为您和您的孩子留出一小部分新的东西,这也是完美的

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当我拔出我的纸浆并退后一步, 当我拔出我的纸浆并退后一步,oman in a sparkly mask grins at me. I can tell she is grinning by the crinkle of the corners of her eyes.

“Your kids are so cute,” she says.
“Thank you so much!” I say, and she asks me their ages and tells me about her grandkids. 

Then she says, “I can’t believe it has been a year of this.” 
“I know.” I reply. She shakes her head, we exchange another crinkly smile and move on.

After I place the groceries in the van I head to push the cart in line with the others at the return. A man is there and I pause to let him go first. “No, you go on,” he says. I nod gratefully, balancing the baby on my hip and then grabbing my big girl’s hand to walk back to the van.

“We’re coming up on a year,” he says. “Yes.” I say, but it feels incomplete. I turn back and say, “I hope you have a good day.” He waves.

When I get home from our grocery trip I see them, the posts just like this one. We’re all processing this pandemic year. I scroll back through my writing from 2020 and I find my initial battle cry to get through this. I wrote, “Life- it perseveres. Love- it can break through our fear. Who will we be?” 

Here we are a year later, and I wonder- am who I hoped I would be?

I think I was less. I think I was more. 

Last night my husband and I finished watching WandaVision on our grey couch. (spoiler alert) Vision tells Wanda “It can’t be all sorrow can it?...What is grief if not love persevering?” I squeezed Ryan’s hand, and I kept holding it until we said good night.

Maybe I had it right last year. Maybe I had it wrong. Maybe it is, as I’m learning all of life is- a continuous circle of both/and. Life does persevere. 
But I think it does because of love.

Who was I last year?

I was a mom that lost her patience and also played. I was a spouse that felt thankful and annoyed. I was a woman that lost hope and fought to find it. I touched grief and capacity, I reset over and over. 
I reckoned and I adapted and I forgave and I felt rage. 

And I know that I loved. 

I know that I love.
宝宝在我面前摆动了在我面前 宝宝在我面前摆动了在我面前 mint patch. Everyone told me not to plant it last year. “Keep it in a pot,” they said. “Mint is invasive.”

They were right. It has taken over much of the plot I placed it in. It dares to go beyond its borders too. One of its green leaves reaches out to us, snaking across the brown and yellow tufts of grass. The baby squeals and reaches back, batting at the mint with his fingertips. 

It is 60 degrees today, a gift in the depth of winter. From morning till late afternoon we push the sliding glass door to the back yard, open and shut. First for bubbles, then toys. On our third venture, we lose our shoes. 

I crush a mint leaf under the baby’s nose. He swipes it and tries to cram it in his mouth. Then he flings it and pushes back against me, craning his neck to hear the mockingbird that’s landed in the bare branches above us. He remembers I’m behind him and grins, then he pulls forward and grabs his toes. Her bare feet appear next to him. My daughter crouches to pluck leaves. 

The door slides again. I grab a blanket so we can stay out longer. Soon the kids are both on top of me, intertwined. Like mint, their take over is expected. Each day I work to welcome them.

This post is part of a blog hop with @exhale.creativity an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind @coffeeandcrumbs 
Head to my blog❤️ to see the next post in this series “280 Words”.
我让我的丈夫拍了一个我的新爆头 我让我的丈夫拍了一个我的新爆头st weekend. It was a victory to do my hair for the second time in 2021, put on real clothing, and to pause in the cycle of family duties to ask for something for my professional life.

And yet.

I didn’t stop there. The photo was required for a new writing adventure and after we did that, I sent out an email I’ve been dreaming of sending. The timing wasn’t right for me to send it last year and I knew it. 

And yet.

It would be fun and glamorous to say that time is resolved and the way is clear to try for a new dream now but in full transparency, time still feels thin. I am scared of what could be. We have a young demanding baby, homeschool, and a husband that’s lining up TDYs. We’re still living in the midst of a never ending pandemic, I don’t have a rhythm as a mother of two, and childcare? What’s that?!

Do we get to dream again? Do we get to say yes? Does anyone else feel like it’s really hard to change right now? 

And yet.

I prayed and talked to all the nearest and dearest cheerleaders in my life and my mom said it best to me this week. As she heard both hope and frustration in my voice she said, “Lindsay- you have always done the things you’ve dreamed of even when you were fearful. I think if you’re fearful it means you are on the right path.”

Here’s to the nudges we get. Here’s to honoring them if we can. Here’s to approaching them with kindness toward ourselves and patience for the journey ahead. 

What dream did you put on a shelf last year? Do you have the capacity to dust it off yet?
这是过去一年的10月左右的时候 这是过去一年的10月左右的时候ter looked at me across her lunch and said, “mommy sometimes it doesn’t feel like you smile much anymore.” 

That night I asked my husband if the observation of a five year old carried weight. 
“Well you just had a baby,” was what he said.
“Yeah, in July,” I responded. 
“And that means we’re coming out of the fourth trimester,” he said.
The baby snuffled in his crib beside our bed before letting out a wail.

As October melted into the holidays, I broke out my journal. I started working out. I revisited an essay. I made things with my sewing machine. I watched fun movies and we ate good food. I chased the activities that generally pull me up and out of a slump. Most of what I tried was a temporary hit of happiness, like how my morning coffee masks the four hours of sleep I got, and yet without also adding water after the caffeine, I’m just as exhausted (if not more) a few hours later.

Sometime after Christmas I realized that all of my pushing and pulling to get back to where I was- that wasn’t possible. 

I had to stop trying to be Lindsay pre-pandemic, Lindsay pre-two kids, Lindsay pre-moving back to the United States after 9 years overseas.

I had to accept I’ve changed. 
I have to accept I’ve changed.

It is hard to let go of what’s not serving us. It’s hard to rebuild confidence, routines, (restore baby- worn pelvic floors) delve deeper into our faith and discover that it is not about moving back to who we were but getting curious of who we can be if we step forward.

Am I smiling more? I believe so. I believe I’m beginning to find lightness again. 
To not just chase delight but to notice it, invest in it, and to fight for it. 
Forward is where you’ll find me.
更加美味不太分心 more rest less reeli 更加美味不太分心
more rest less reeling 
more experiment less expectation 
more capacity less crumbling
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These are my desires, my dreams, my goals for 2021. 
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My daughter took this photo of me on Christmas- during a moment when I felt true delight.
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I have always enjoyed picking a Word of the Year. It’s like a lamp post in the dark, making a circle of hope to move forward. Are you having a hard time moving forward? Moving on? Going anywhere? I am.
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In January 2020 I wrote this: “BREATHE is my 2020 word of the year. With all of the past few months of chaos, I’m starting to use my breath to calm myself down and refocus. If I can’t control anything else, I can stop and control my breath.”
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There was a lot of feeling out of control last year. There was breathing through labor. There was breathing into pillows out of frustration, anxiety, and sorrow. I breathed in the smell of nature on hikes, I breathed in the air of my home over and over and over again- and the sweet smell of my children’s hair. Breathe did help me pause. It helped me catch up and calm down. It served me well.
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In 2021, I want to remember how to love my life. There’s been a lot of head down and get through it. And while that is sometimes necessary, it doesn’t feel like living to me. 
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I need permission to DELIGHT again. 
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With this word goal comes the excitement of taking stock, being intentional, breaking the pattern, coming out of the slump. Finding what’s best instead of what’s easy.
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 The best place to start feels like turning down the noise. I heard the saying this year that we need to put down our phones to pick up our life.
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So I’ll see you in a month, friends. I’ll be checking my email. Feel free to send me a message at hello@upliftinganchor.com. 
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Do you pick a word of the year?
当我们走过威廉斯堡时,大门是 当我们走过威廉斯堡时,大门是 adorned with holiday wreaths. Dried oranges, seashells, fresh evergreen boughs. My husband and I walked arm and arm and took in the rare splendor of being alone and out of the house for twenty-six uninterrupted hours. 
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And I almost forgot how the people we walked by only gave glimpses of their eyes. I almost forgot all the hand sanitizing stations and how strange it was to pick up nourishment from a restaurant- walking past the empty tables and out with steaming bags. I stood six feet back whilst ordering a cafe au lait and biscotti after lunch. We touched the keypad in the elevator with our elbows.
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But as we walked through the historic homes, there it was, the reminder that stopped me. That jutted in with pain and longing. A mask dangling from a post. It lifted and fell in the winter breeze. 
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It made me feel strange. My stomach didn’t just knot- it twisted into swirls like the fancy towel animals that (were) on cruise ships. 
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I still can’t comprehend all that’s happened. When I try to think about it, my brain reaches around memories, months, headlines, and it can’t hold it. I can’t make sense of it. It’s like trying to zip up a jacket that’s too small, stuffing in all the pieces and bursting at the seams.
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As I stood there, I also watched families walk by holding hands. I heard chatter and laughter. Children chased each other. We’re still finding a way to carry on. There is still love and goodness and kindness alongside aching sorrow and fatigue. 
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I can’t hold this time. I can’t forget what I’m experiencing now. But I can’t stop thinking about how we once lived either. The caution I threw to the wind. I miss that. I miss making snap decisions and spontaneous delight. I have forgotten how to flex those muscles, the ones that make me feel truly alive. 
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When will I reclaim them? Will I remember how?
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11 “Something forgotten”// #thirtydaysofgrateful with @exhale.creativity and @calliefeyen
我今天看着我们的照片 - 我22和他23岁( 我今天看着我们的照片 - 我22和他23岁(scroll through to our courthouse wedding!) and I just thought, “wow those babies had no idea what would happen, what would test them, how they could hurt and heal each other, and how they would learn to come back to each other over and over again.”
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Marriage is amazing, and it’s hard. There is still so much we want to do with our lives, and I love looking both back and forward with him. 
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We have moved six times together, lived on four continents, added two children, and endured five deployments. We’re working our way through this pandemic, he’s pursuing his bachelor’s in the wee hours of raising kids and serving in the military, and still cheering me on to make time for writing. We are delighting in our kids and making time to create a family culture we are proud of.
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This past week was our 12 year anniversary, and we got away together for about 26 life-giving hours (thank you Mom and Dad Swo). We stayed at a hotel, picked up food, hiked a trail- and while all of that was great- mostly I marveled at how much I felt at ease with my husband. I felt delighted at how our time together felt full of conversation, confidence, love, dreams, warmth, and silliness. 
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I’m grateful to not only grow old with him- but to grow with him in general. He is the one person that truly knows all sides of me, and loves me in spite of them all.
第一个结局!加入主持我这个独奏epis 第一个结局!加入主持我这个独奏episode where we unpack Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, give ourselves permission to change up the plan, and make a good list. 
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If you've been a listener this season, THANK YOU! To create anything this year, AND to share it, feels like a feat. I still can't believe I was able to see this creative project from start to finally---a finish! 
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I learned that we can keep trying creative endeavors, and I have decided Season Two of #thechoosingbravepodcast is HAPPENING!
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Celebrating YOU and whatever your next brave step is.
今年在这里有很好的东西。 20件事到 今年在这里有很好的东西。 20件事到 be exact.
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moving to Virginia after nine years overseas// picnics in our new van// hiking in all seasons// birthing our son// raising and releasing butterflies
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sewing a new quilt for our daughter// falling in love with homeschooling// finding real friendships here despite the pandemic// launching a podcast (and the creative balm this was)// going to regular teletherapy appointments 
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starting to write again after I couldn't find words for so long// laughing with my husband in the kitchen// talking to my sister, sister in law, and bestie on the phone + my mama and mother in law- I was separate but still surrounded by good women// going to Myrtle Beach with my parents// throwing an at-home USMC ball
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The Green Ember series// gardening (having a backyard in general!)// learning to just GO ON THAT WALK when stress starts to rise// access to book pick up at the library// twinkle lights in the living room all year long.
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Thank you for these 20, year 2020. This has been a chapter of holding grief and light too. May we continue to encourage each other to show up each day and give grace.
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Photography @arrows.light
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