On Making the Kids Share a Bedroom and Why You Should Do It, Too

What do you think about kids sharing a bedroom? Hideous torture? Unfair and wrong? Great idea? I’m so excited to be on Momtastic for the very first time with an article about the reasons I’m making my boys share a bedroom and making the girls share a room, and I’m firmly rooted in my beliefs on this… at least at their current ages. I’ve already seen my kids develop skills that I didn’t have at their ages because I never shared a bedroom until college. Read about the reasons I have for insisting that my kids share a bedroom with a sibling. Come over to the Herd Management Facebook Page and let me know what you think! We’re always up for a lively discussion over there.

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Enjoy Gardening With Family for Lifelong Benefits

Gardening is one of those things I’ve always WANTED to do, and appreciated the time others in my life put into it, but it wasn’t until we moved out into the country that I decided we would be down right sorry if we didn’t take advantage of everything around us. We’ve thrown ourselves into it, and while it hasn’t been perfect the benefits of gardening with family are worth their weight in gold. My father has cultivated an amazing garden for the past few years at our family farm (which is a fascinating place in its own right). The kids and I thoroughly enjoyed helping him pick the bounty and weed those long rows last summer, as long as it wasn’t too late in the day, because that’s never enjoyable in the Southern heat. We decided that the kids should be part of the gardening experience from the very beginning with soil preparation to the end where the spent plants will be plowed under. They’ve also been a part of creating our very own family garden on our land so they can do the daily tending and reap the benefits of watching it grow. I’m realizing more and more, however,…

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You Can’t Put a Price on Small Town Living

You know, as much as I love living out on our acreage out in the country there are times I wonder if kicking the convenience of being in-town to the curb was the right thing to do. There are times I gripe about having to drive for 30 minutes to get to town, even though I know people commute MUCH longer distances and chunks of time than that, Then things like this afternoon happen. After hauling all of the kids to two separate birthday parties (it’s raining invitations, y’all) that were about 45 minutes away from each other and dragging all of them through Target to get the birthday presents, I was exhausted. Between trying to keep my bigger kids from smushing smaller kids in the bouncy-houses and keeping one of them from acting like Slimer of Ghostbusters at the party food tables, I was seriously ready to go home when the second party was over. After extracting my kids from various corners of the party, demanding they out on their shoes, and so on, we walked out to the car to find…. my keys locked in the godforsaken car. Let me begin by saying that I have NEVER locked…

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