Jennifer Batchelor
Jennifer Batchelor is a native Nashvillian. She’s the wife of the most patient man ever and a mom of two. She openly admits to being the messiest member of her household but makes up for it with baked goods. You can read more of her musings on motherhood, marriage, and the space for grace at That Batchelor Life. (jennbatchelor.wordpress.com)
Five Fun Indoor Activities for Snow Days
It's that time of year! Snow flurries start flying, and before you know it? That dreaded text pops up on your phone. School is closed tomorrow. One snow day is pretty great, but when...
The Case for (Relatively) Limitless Screen Time
I have a confession: in our house, we don’t really have limits on the amount of screen time allowed for our kids. They may watch two, three, or even (gasp!) four episodes in a row....
Giving Her Room to Fall
Of my two children, my daughter Ellie is the wild one. Her big brother? He is laidback and even-tempered. He’s energetic, but cautious. I never had to worry too much about what he might...
Shopping with Purpose this Holiday Season
I'm going to be honest with you. Most years, my primary concern when it came to Christmas shopping was efficiency. If it couldn't be purchased from Amazon and delivered within the two-day window promised by a Prime membership?...
Easy Recipes for Baking with Kids
As the days grow shorter and cooler, we start looking for more indoor activities at our house. I don’t know about you, but I can only play so many rounds of Candyland before I...
How to Survive the Holidays as an Introvert
I am a tried and true introvert (an INTJ, actually, for all you Myers Briggs geeks out there). I’m not great at small talk. And hanging out for hours with large groups of people?...
Navigating Preschool Drop Off with a Stage Four Clinger
My son has been in some version of school since he was three months old. From his days as a baby at daycare to his first day of kindergarten this fall, he has never...
In Defense of Playing Hooky
"When can we have a Mom and Nathan Day?"
My son's question—and his big brown pleading eyes—stopped me short as I made breakfast on a Monday morning. It was true that since his little sister...