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Winter Craft Time with the Kiddos!

What a great time it is to work on crafts with the kids during the colder time of the year?!

With being stuck inside on a cold, sometimes rainy, snowy day, why not spend it making crafts and bonding with your little ones?! Not only do you get to spend time together, but there is going to be great decorative outcomes for the whole family!

Carving pumpkins is not strictly reserved for Halloween! Hello?! Pumpkin pie is good all year round and it adds some great decoration to the outside of the house.

Make a hand Christmas wreath! Utilizing various winter colors, blue, white, green, red, make handprint cutouts of your little one’s hands and glue them together in the pattern of a wreath! Then use a hole puncher and some ribbon to hang it around the house! Amazingly cute craft and the kids will have fun!

Helloooooo sparkly snowflakes! All you need are popsicle sticks, a hot glue gun (adult use only), Elmer’s glue and sequins! Glue the popsicle sticks together in two +’s and then hot glue them together. ALLOW THEM TO COOL! Then over a piece of paper, draw lines on the snowflakes and allow the kids to place whatever sequins and/or glitter they’d like. Allow to dry and shake off the excess!

Let’s not forget about making Gingerbread Houses! Not only is it a great holiday tradition, but it involves the whole family and teamwork. It creates a fun atmosphere that allows each other to play up their strengths. Add some Christmas music to the mix and a seasonal candle in the background and you have a small party for the family!

Stuffing stockings are a must that no family can go without! From Dollar Tree to WalMart, you can find cute little trinkets and what nots to go in every stocking you come across. The journey to find everything needed for stockings is all in the excitement!

Share with us some of your holiday craft ideas!

Happy Holidays!
The Excellent Nanny Service


How My Worst Parenting Moment Turned Into My Best

Last weekend, after eight years of being a mom, I had my worst parenting moment yet. My 9-month-old daughter fell off her 4-foot-high changing table straight onto her head. My husband, 7-year-old daughter, 6-year-old son and I were all standing there, each one thinking the other was watching her. It happened in slow motion, like something from a movie.

Once she hit the ground, there was a thud, then a scream (mine). Then came the tears (hers and mine). All of this was followed by several frantic moments — holding her, bouncing her, calling the pediatrician.

She was fine. Thank God. One visit to the ER, a small bruise on her forehead, and multiple ice packs later, I can say we were very, very lucky.

Sitting in that waiting room, though, I didn’t feel lucky. I felt like the worst parent in the world. I was in tears, shocked that one second of negligence — I had been searching for a certain onesie in her top drawer — had caused my daughter any pain. I was terrified that she was permanently damaged. That my lack of caution had somehow changed my perfect baby and I was going to have to live with that guilt.

But then a funny thing happened.

While I was sitting in the waiting room, tears streaming down my cheeks, my hands clenched and nervous, another mother came up to me. She smiled. Her 3-year-old son was sick and she was holding him close to her chest, rocking and bouncing. I’d been eyeing her earlier, watching the way she whispered to him and the loving way she rocked him. So maternal. I figured a mom like her would never drop her baby.

But then: “I heard you with the nurse,” she told me. “Don’t feel bad. I did the same thing when he was six months. Rolled right off it. He’s fine.”

Once I got in to see the doctor and he’d poked and prodded the baby, shining a light in her eyes and looking in her ears, he pronounced her “perfect.”

“And also, I did the same thing with my son when he was this age. He’s 40 now. No worries.”

Once I was home, I started telling others of my scare — and of my guilt. And one by one, they told similar tales. “I tripped carrying my 3-month-old down the stairs.” “My 10-month-old rolled out of our high bed.” “I fell while she was in the Bjorn. Landed right on her face!” There were so many, I lost count. It seemed everyone was tripping, falling and dropping their babies.

I felt better.

The truth is, sometimes being a mother can feel isolating. When we mess up — yell when we don’t want to, hurt our children unintentionally, let them sit in a poop too long — the guilt can sometimes be crushing. What kind of mother am I? How could I do this to my own baby?

They say it takes a village, but they usually mean in a different sense. And while it’s true that having multiple hands on deck when it comes to raising our babies is helpful and vital, it’s also true that it’s not just about taking care of our little ones. It’s about taking care of us, too. Sometimes moms need that village just to say, “it’s OK. I’ve been there, too. You are not the worst mom in the world.”

Adara (my baby) is fine. She was herself within minutes of the fall and her bruise faded within three days. It was a scare. The kind of thing that becomes family lore. I am sure when she is 16, her siblings and I will share the story of the day she fell from the changing table. It’s amazing how quickly terror fades into a tall tale when the outcome is good.

I am also feeling less guilty, thanks, in large part, to my village. The next time I see a mom struggling — whether it’s because she made a massive mistake and feels guilty or because her toddler is having a fit in Target and she is embarrassed — I am going to make a point not to ignore her and go about my business, I will approach her, a smile on my face, and assure her: “I’ve been there, too.” Because I have. We all have. There is no use lying or playing like we are superior. We are all just stumbling along, doing our best and making mistakes. There is no use pretending otherwise. And when we drop those walls, when we open up and tell our stories, we feel less alone.

We are a community of mothers, making mistakes, having terrifying moments, and learning from it all. Together.