The kids had done their research, so as we headed out to get our long-awaited chicks from SeaBreeze Hens there was some bickering about whether Black Australorps or Americuana chicks would be the best, based on the virtues of “being too big for a hawk to eat it” versus “laying blue and green eggs.” We picked up a sack of chicken nuggets to commemorate the occasion (and to prevent hanger) and arrived just in time to feed some baby goats. Did I mention my kids love Seabreeze Hens? Continue reading
Every time I check out of the grocery store with broccoli the cashier asks me, Oh, you’re having a party? We like our broccoli like we like our kids – in abundance. Especially when it’s served like this – here’s the recipe as presented to my 4 year old (minus my commentary, which is in the parentheses): Continue reading
You know those popular and delicious dump cakes where you glop a can of pie filling over a box of cake mix, then pour butter over the whole thing and call it a day? This is not one of those, but the premise is similar in that there is a lot of dumping and very little measuring. Unless you count “2 big glops” as a measurement. My spell-check doesn’t, even though I’ve already used that word twice.
A very sweet woman emailed me after I posted my first RACK recipe to both compliment me and ask where I found the time to come up with my kid-friendly cooking activities. And while my stroked ego wanted to respond, “I spend hours thinking of just the right recipe that works on reading, math and practical life skills,” that wouldn’t be true to the nature of the recipe. Or this blog for that matter, which is definitely glopped out one post at a time. So Diane B., if I am being truthful, I usually find the time to write out a recipe about 5 minutes before Margaret begins cooking, though I admit to planning out our meals a week ahead so I kind of know what I’m going to say.
So now, for the ultra-fancy, super secret Searfoorce family crab cake recipe, as originally presented to my daughter this past Thursday: Continue reading
I thought it would be fun to start a “search and find” series. I was inspired while taking a shot of Margaret and Adam playing Pictionary nicely together on the couch this morning. At second glance, I spotted something that didn’t quite look right in my photo and thought to myself, I wonder how many other people would notice this. Can you find it?
1) trying to do something with one of your kids and another kid has finished their work already and keeps saying, “Mom, I’m done,” “Did I earn a screen yet?” “I’m bored,” “Can you make me a snack?”
2) cooking dinner and everybody is freaking out.
3) putting the baby down for a nap while your other children are arguing loudly over whether your eyes change color if you press them both with your index fingers or if they stay brown from blinking. What.
4) on the phone and everyone is suddenly talking to you, urgently.
5) trying to take a shower.
6) any combination of 1-5.
When I shout “Go do Dictionary Pictionary,” which I have literally done in every one of the above scenarios, my older children respond to this by retrieving their notebooks and the dictionary, and leaving me alone for about 15-20 minutes (and sometimes huffing or rolling their eyes, because let’s be real here, a dictionary is not a snack). Continue reading
As many of you know by now, I’m not one to sit idly on the sidelines, no matter how displaced I may feel (or actually be). And we all know there’s no better way to get over missing city life than by totally distracting yourself with a chicken coop and half a dozen baby chicks.
I mean, I have carefully evaluated many options for our pet-desperate children, and have come to the determination that chickens are the lowest maintenance/ highest return pet we can handle right now.
For those of you back in NYC who think I’ve totally lost it, let me remind you that we already have a bajillion other birds in our backyard – birds that are busy mucking up our property, making nests all over the place, not being pets to my kids, not laying eggs we can actually eat and not looking particularly pretty. Seriously, have you seen a Muscovy Duck? So I figured, what the heck? Not only can I come up with about one hundred educational components to this homeschooling adventure, but I’m also getting some serious perks pre-chicken.
See, my kids agreed to earn the money to pay for the chickens if we allowed them to have them, and three months later they’re still working hard to earn every last penny. Vacuuming the car out? 50 cents. Dragging the garbage cans back from the curb? 25 cents per can. 50 cents to empty the dishwasher, 25 to put away their laundry. A penny per toy put away – they fight over cleaning up duplos now! And an entire $1 if they sleep through the night without waking us up (a dollar might seem steep, but let me tell you that it is worth every penny). They are happily doing chores, learning about counting and saving money, and happily doing chores! I already love these chickens!
Naturally, being the amazing, slightly OCD homeschooling mother that I am, I immediately started reading up on chickens, chicken coops, and animals that eat chickens and probably live in my backyard. So if you are now considering getting chickens of your own, here’s what I can share so far: Continue reading
Is your family into games? Or, are they not that into games but you wish they were? Either way, I’m going to tell you about one of the simplest yet most successful games we’ve ever played (and still play several times per week). When I ask “who wants to play the WH game?” as it is so fondly called in our house, the reply is a shrieking stampede for the living room. As some of you might know from my article on childmind.org, I’m a fan of making up the rules as I go along, and the WH game was born in similar fashion.
I originally created the WH game for two reasons: 1) to help my 4 and 5 year old recognize WH words more fluently when reading, and 2) as a compact activity that traveled easily into waiting rooms, long lines and the minivan. What started as six index cards with “who, what, where, when, why and how” written on each has transformed into hundreds of index cards with anything from “how many minutes are in an hour?” to “The endermen were coming to get him” (for the Minecraft-obsessed in our house). But before I make this sound more complicated than it is, let me lay out the basics for you.
Age: Pre-K and older Continue reading