It’s the last day of the First Week Back at School. Here on RRG, we’ve covered the good, the bad, the ugly, and everything in between when it comes to the food my kids’ former and current preschool/daycare programs are
Category: Parenting
In this first week of school for so many kids, I’ve been reflecting a bit on the feeding of my little guys and how the school environment and home environments differ. In short, I think I’m chewing on the question:
People who know me in real life know that I love the preschool/daycare program my boys currently attend. I mean, I LOVE it. I love the staff, I love the families, I love the cute little building (it’s in what
I’m a little choked up this morning, so forgive me — today is the first time that the “First Day of School” has meant anything in our little household. Although we walked through the doors of the same building that
I have a lot of cookbooks. In the built-in bookshelves in our living room, there’s a shelf crammed with Nigella Lawson, Tyler Florence, Giada DeLaurentiis, Ina Garten, and more. I love them; I love reading them, looking at the pictures,
No amount of coffee and yummy cocoa granola bars can help me this morning. Last night was wretched. Walked in the door, kids in tow, at 5:38 p.m….walked back out the door, sans kids, sans hubby, half of my dinner
I’m feeling a little off-balance today, not in a bad way, but in that “I’ve got houseguests” kind of way. It’s a mixture of happiness that they’re here, appreciation for their help, relief that my boys get to go on
So my family’s coming into town for a weekend visit, and as usual, I’m stressing just a bit. Don’t get me wrong — I LOVE my parents. As previously discussed on this blog, I also love my sister, D., who
Yesterday I started a new mini-series, I guess you’d call it, here on the blog — I posted one of our family’s “greatest hits” recipes (Frog Slime Meatballs — don’t knock it till you’ve tried it), along with a recipe