Spring Forward


I hate changing to Daylight Saving Time.

While I appreciate the extra sunlight and all, I’m a mom who lives every day trying to find an extra two hours in the 24 we’re given. I fail at this all the time, but the effort is there. That’s why I love it when we all fall back an hour later in the year. It’s like Christmas to me.

But springing forward? Yeah. Not a fan.

Despite the change this weekend, we were all pretty productive.


Saturday blessed us with gorgeous weather just days after we got snow. I got the kids out the door to run errands, which included stopping by the book store. The girls got their faces painted, and I picked up two educational activity books for Lola.

After that, we went to Chick-Fil-A for lunch, and the kids played on the playground for a bit before we headed to the car wash, which is always a hit.

Then, while I cleaned the entire first floor of our house, the kids hung out outside cleaning their playhouse: sweeping out the leaves, rearranging their play furniture, and scrubbing away the salt and dirt from the various winter storms and rain.

If only they showed that kind of dedication to their rooms.


My most favorite accomplishment from this weekend, though, was teaching Lola how to properly hold a pencil in her fingers, and how to write with it.

Once she mastered that, we completed page after page of tracing activities in her new books.

She loves them.

Unfortunately, Lola has a late birthday, so she won’t be able to attend kindergarten later this year, although she’ll turn five just a few weeks after the cut-off. She wants to go to school so badly, and asks all the time about it.

I hate to admit it, but it was only last week when it dawned on me that I could already get her started on some lessons now. I feel like I should have done this earlier, but at the same time, it seems incredible to me that Lola is even old enough to do any of this.

I still think of her as my baby girl.

Yet, she had filled a page with words and names she sounded out — her letter to Martin — and while her letters were big and shaky since she was gripping the pencil wrong, they were distinguishable.

She taught herself that by watching her sister.

The girl wants to learn.

And she wants to write.

So, the two of us sat at the dining room table and worked all the way up to dinner time. I was so proud of her!

She and Miss Mary set aside time now to complete several pages every day, which I then “grade” as soon as I come home from work.

Lola calls it homework. I call it a success.


PS – The man credited with Daylight Saving Time looks like Brad Pitt, doesn’t he?