When you feel afraid hold something you love close to your heart.
This is one of my favorite refreshing salads. It's so easy to make and and is both gluten free and without the cheese can be vegan. Combine all ingredients and enjoy.
- English cucumber, sliced
- Grape or cherry tomatoes sliced in half
- Mozzarella cheese sliced in bite sized pieces
- Basil and mint leaves
- Olive oil, salt and pepper to taste.
It's so important to show our children's teachers that we care about them and appreciate all the work that they do throughout the year. Often times teachers are not compensated with bonuses or raises and when everyone you meet seems to be complaining about the school system it's important for you to take the time and tell your child's teacher that you think he or she is doing a great job.
I filled a simple bag with homemade cookies and printed out this label and stapled to the front, it just doesn't get easier than that!
This would make a great "end of the year" teacher gift but also a great New Years gift as well instead of doing holiday gifts.
Do you know someone who is going through a difficult time?
Maybe they are getting a divorce, or have fallen ill, had a recent surgery or are just overwhelmed with work and life. Let them know you are thinking of them by sending them a Box of Sunshine.
Head to Target, CVS, Walgreens, Dollar Tree or your local store that has a variety of items and fill a Flat Rate USPS box with items that are yellow. The box is more unique when the items are random, no other theme other than being yellow. Have your children be involved and walk around the store having them identify items that are yellow.
Ideas: yellow washcloth, small cutting board, bubblegum, mints, candle, notepad, post-it notes, pens, nail polish, peeps, movies, books, seeds for yellow flowers, coffee mug.
Enjoy the process of filling the box and be sure to write a note for the inside letting your friend know it's a BOX OF SUNSHINE!
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My mother was talking to Logan about the “super moon”. She knows that Logan went through a period of time when he was obsessed with space, wanted to be an astronaut and would randomly tell you facts about planets and stars when you least expected it. It’s pretty standard behavior coming from a child on the Autism Spectrum. When they are interested in something, they live and breathe it and consequently everyone in the family does as well. It is as if nothing else matters.
I’ve seen the pictures on Facebook of the super moon and some people have really gotten into it, documenting it everyday but honestly I didn’t think much of it other than it looking like another full moon. My mother is stressing to Logan, with good intentions, that it’s important for him to see this super moon because the next time the moon will look like this he will be twenty-three years old.
We went about our lives, I taught an evening yoga class, the kids watched thirty minutes of a movie before the bedtime routine of teeth brushing, showers etc. The super moon by bedtime had slipped all of our minds, except Logan. Thirty minutes after putting him to bed I could hear him pacing in his room. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s paced when he should be in bed sleeping, typically when he’s anxious about something happening the next day he can be found pacing while his little brother sleeps soundly in the bunk bed above him. At 10 pm as I was walking upstairs to head to bed myself I saw out of the corner of my eye this flash of pajamas leap into bed like Superman. It’s the classic maneuver we have all tried to pull off, when you leap chest first, eyes closed into bed to try and fool your parents that you’ve been asleep the whole time.
I go into his room and tucking him in under his sheets, “Logan you need to be asleep. It’s too late to be up.” He opens his eyes and with a quiver in his voice, I notice the tears starting to form. “But we didn’t see the super moon. And I’m going to miss it!” That’s when I notice that the curtains have been pulled back. He’s been up here in his room freaking out about not being about to see the moon, pacing to the window. My heart instantly breaks for him.
“You are right! Well let’s go downstairs and see if we can see it from the parking lot.”
My wife, Logan and I, all barefoot and in pajamas, head out into our cul-de-sac parking lot and look for the moon. We can’t find it. My wife does a pretty impressive job distracting Logan with the cool fireflies in the trees to avoid him having a total meltdown in the middle of the parking lot at 10pm. Once in the house I pull up pictures that friends have posted on Facebook so that he can see what it looked like. He’s seems okay with that and we all trudge up to bed. On the stairs my wife turns to me and says, “ You should just take him. Get in the car and drive around till you find it. This is something he’ll remember forever.”
She was right.
Shoes on, wallet, keys…. we are on a super moon hunt just my son and me!
Driving through the neighborhood in search of the super moon Logan says, “This reminds me of the time when you took me from the house but forgot I was there.”
“Huh? I forgot you at the house?” Completely shocked that this memory has anything to do with me. I’d never forget my kids.
“No! I was in the car but you forgot I was there. It was nighttime like this and I had my pjs on…it was before you and Lauren were married and before you and daddy got a divorce.”
“Oh. Where did we go?”
“Nowhere, you were just driving around. But you were crying.”
“Is that why you think I forgot you were there?”
“Yeah, you were crying.”
I don’t remember the actual night that Logan is referring to. I trust his memory though. His autism “gift” is having an impeccable memory and I have no doubt that this event occurred. When things were at the worst in my first marriage there were a lot of tears. I’m not the type of person who has breakdowns in front of others, crying is typically done in private. I save crying for driving, doing the dishes and if I happen to be in public thank God for dark sunglasses. During the separation and divorce I tried to have my breakdowns when I thought the kids wouldn’t notice. Boy was I wrong! Kids notice everything.
“Oh my goodness I see it Logan! Look!”
As I point and try to wrangle the minivan into a parking space we hop out of the car to get a better look at the super moon. I look at Logan and we are both grinning ear to ear. This is the memory I want him to remember and replace that old one.
“The night my mom put me in the car, late at night, we had our pjs on and we went in search of the super moon- and we found it!”
I love the idea of a CSA but I can't commit to the schedule of boxes. I don't like the inability
to be able to schedule weeks off or to somewhat pick what you get in the box. A yoga student suggested Washington Green Grocer and I have fallen in love with this service. When I lived in New York City I used a similar service called Urban Organic.
I am able to choose whether I want organic vegetables or fruit or a mixed box. My vegetables are local and I can request that I never receive certain items. For example I don't like radish, so it's on my "don't send to me" list. I can also request to receive my box weekly, bi-weekly or monthly. And I can put my boxes on hold while I go on vacation.
I highly reccomend Washington Green Grocer for your fruit and vegetable needs within the Washington DC area.