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“Are you going to homeschool your son too?” It’s a question I am getting a lot lately. And to be honest, I’m not sure.

Since my son was only 3 when we started this homeschool endeavor I didn’t give it much thought. But now it’s something I feel like I should start considering.

He’s completely different than my daughter who welcomes the challenge of homeschool, and, well.. Actually listens to me. He learns differently. My son isn’t one to sit down and color, or practice writing letters, or even craft for very long. I still have to find a method that works best for him. But so far I know what it’s not, and that’s sitting still and following my instructions.

Deciding whether or not to homeschool a sibling. Homeschooling and unschooling methods that work for different students.
Deciding whether or not to homeschool a sibling. Homeschooling and unschooling methods that work for different students.

He behaves well for others. In his little mother’s morning out program he participates and follows instruction. He’s still his silly self, but he seems a bit more contained. Around me he lets loose and feels free to be as silly (and sometimes disobedient) as he wants.

This fall he’ll be entering Pre-K. My husband and I have been debating the local half-day program, keeping him in his twice a week gymnastics/casual school program (which I’m opting for), or homeschooling him “full-time” alongside his sister. I’m debating the last option because, well… I like my sanity.

He’s most in his element in two situations: Building (specifically his wooden train tracks and unit blocks). And when we leave the table, desks and books behind and head outside to run, jump and climb.

Deciding whether or not to homeschool a sibling. Homeschooling and unschooling methods that work for different students.

“What are we gonna do?” he asks me when I tell him we’re going to do something fun. When I grab his Stride Rite sandals and his helmet, he knows we’re in for an adventure.

“Are we going to see water?” He’ll ask me as I strap his sandals to his feet. A sunny day and no socks usually leads him to this assumption.

It was my goal to ditch the indoors and do more outside, even if just in our backyard or our neighborhood playground. From catching toads (ok, well I catch them, they run and scream from me), to identifying caterpillars and butterflies, they are natural explorers. We did quite a bit of that, but not as much as I had hoped. More on my first year of homeschool summary and thoughts soon, but for now I’ll say that we’re planning to continue our lessons through the summer, and definitely involve more play and discovery.

Deciding whether or not to homeschool a sibling. Homeschooling and unschooling methods that work for different students.

This is when my son gets in his own little zone. He picks up a rock and tries to see how far he can throw it into the pond. He asks about bugs and other creatures we discover. He’ll play nice with his sister, follow directions and stretch his wings while also staying close enough to be safe.

In so many ways these are reasons homeschooling him would be a perfect environment. We’d have the freedom to learn in unconventional ways.

I’m just beginning to understand how he loves to learn, but I’m hoping to tap into that so that no matter where he is, I can give him what he needs to not only learn, but thrive.

Deciding whether or not to homeschool a sibling. Homeschooling and unschooling methods that work for different students.

I’m teaming up with Stride Rite over the next few months to share our family adventures and style. These are the Phibian Sneaker Sandals. From the parks to the pool, my kids can keep them on all day. They’re machine washable, quick to try and made for the land, sea and everywhere in between. Check out the full line with an array of colors. All opinions are my own. 


Our Perfect Pair

On our first dream board my husband and I printed and glued stock photos of two kids. A boy and a girl. These images were symbols of our dream children. Just two, like a brand new pair of shoes, they’d be our perfect pair.

We were excited for the future but we also had some fears. I worried they would look nothing like me and I’d spend a lifetime swatting off “are you the nanny?” questions.

And then what it would be like for our little biracial children growing up? We weren’t sure where we’d be living–Utah, Georgia, the Midwest, or the South. Would our children fit in or stick out? Both my husband and I have lived experiences on either end of the spectrum, but we knew things would be different still for our children. If neither I or their dad ever really understood what it felt like to be multiracial, at least they would share that in common.

Now, more than a decade later, we’re in the middle of Texas (the best part, if I might add) my children are homeschooled and a part of diverse co-ops and athletic activities. My worries about them being different or not fitting in have dwindled significantly.

We wished for a brother and sister pair and that’s what we got. We hoped they’d be best friends, and while some days that title is debatable–Most of the time, they are best friends.

“He wants to match me,” my daughter will often say as I’m dressing her brother.

So I grabbed his Stride Rite sandals and a pink shirt to go along with her new sandals and colorful outfit.

She is a thoughtful big sister. She looks out for him, defends him, helps him with little tasks and wants nothing more than to snuggle and squeeze the dickens out of him.

He prefers her company over her hugs, but there’s no one else he’d rather play with. And if you ask him who his favorite friends is, he always replies “my sister!”

Things won’t not always be easy for these two. Some of their battles may be about their differences from others, and they may feel like it’s them against the world. Other times they’ll likely team up opposite of their dad and I. And more than likely, many of their battles will be disagreements between each other. But the important thing is they’re on the same team. Two kids from two parents who dreamt of them long before they were born.

Our perfect little pair teaming up to take on the world.

How do your kids get along?

 I’m teaming up with Stride Rite over the next few months to share our family adventures and style. These are Lil’ J’s Mellie sandals she loves to wear with everything from shorts to dresses. And Big T’s are the cute Issac Sandals, perfect for outings where he may get wet. We also are loving this new Lottie style as well at the Perlas. Stay tuned for more of Lil’ J’s fashion shoots. She can’t wait to show you.  

Siblings can be the worst of enemies or the best of friends. How we've overcome our fears of raising biracial children in America.

“When do you use your imagination?” I asked my daughter this week.

“At playgrounds and pools, riding bikes, playing with chalk, playing with water balloons…” Her list went on.

It probably would be easier to say when she ISN’T using her imagination.

“With water balloons? Really?” I ask. “How do you use your imagination when you’re playing with water balloons?

Without skipping a beast she replies, “The water balloons are fire bombs. And if I get hit by it that means I just got fire bombed. And if I catch it, that means I get to throw it back and if daddy misses it he gets burned.”

Intrigued by her response, I wanted to know more.

The power of a child's imagination. Encouraging them to play outside and have fun.

“What do you imagine when you’re riding a bike?” I ask.

“We pretend we’re a character from a movie, like Lightning McQueen or Chick or Francesco from Cars,” she said. “Or we pretend we’re dinosaurs and one is trying to chase the other.”

Now this is really something.

“What about when you’re swinging?

“When we’re swinging on the swing set we pretend we’re flying somewhere. Like to Utah or a football game, Australia.”

“What about in this picture? What were you doing?”

The power of a child's imagination. Encouraging them to play outside and have fun.

“I was imagining that I was on the moon jumping, seeing how the gravity is.”

“Do you ever just play or are you always imagining stuff?”

“I ALWAYS use my imagination.”


“Because one of the things I love to do is imagine because it’s fun and it makes games fun.”

“What about something like cleaning your room?”

“How could I use my imagination for that?” She asked.

“You could pretend to be Cinderella, ordered to clean a room.

She thought about this for a moment then decided that was a pretty good idea for completing her task. She asked me to help by acting like the Evil Stepmother giving a command.

I’ve always seen my daughter as a having an extremely wild imagination. This often leads to her sneaking into our room at night, fearful of the monsters or witches that may come into her room.

My son isn’t much different. Sometimes he pretends to be a vicious predator like his favorite dinosaur toys. Other times he’s meowing as he tries to curl on my lap like a little kitten.

The power of a child's imagination. Encouraging them to play outside and have fun.

As a kid I played outside for hours, imagining scenarios from cops and robbers to lost princesses, to super heroes. Watching my children run around the neighborhood with their own little pretend scenarios takes me back to that age and stage where anyone could be anything.

They run from scene to scene only breaking for a quick sip of water, or to scarf down a snack. Sometimes even incorporating it into the game. A gluten-free CLIF Kid Z bar Protein, for example can become a long awaited meal after walking for days through a hot desert.

The last thing I want to do is stifle their dream world.

“Do you use your imagination mommy?” My daughter asked me. The question caught me off guard. I didn’t want to say no, but I was having a hard time thinking of an example. I told her sometimes I imagine I have secret super powers (this is actually a truthful, but very rare occurrence). I also sometimes imagine I’m racing an important clock when I’m trying to clean the house. My imagination also sometimes gets the best of me when I picture worst-case scenarios when we are hiking through a park.

“Do you think you’ll always use your imagination? Even when you’re a grownup?” I asked her.

“YES!” She said. “Because it’s one of the things that makes me, me!”

I hope it always will be.

I’m passionate about getting my children outdoors to play, explore and stay active. That’s why I’ve partnered with CLIF for 2017, to share our adventures together as a family. CLIF Kid Zbar Protein bars have 5 grams of protein and are now gluten free! You can learn more about this product here.

The power of a child's imagination. Encouraging them to play outside and have fun.

It’s fairly quiet. Well–No one is screaming or crying in frustration. That’s a win in my book.

I hear giggling in the other room. Completing the task I’m working on is temping, but the lure of my children’s’ happiness pulls me in like a siren’s song.

I walk to the room they’re in and peek around the wall. If they see me it might disappear before I can catch it, soak it in.

They’re playing together. Laughing together. Helping each other. They actually look like… Friends.

It’s hard for me to pin point the best part about having kids. But in this moment I’m going to vote and say it’s their friendship.


kids jumping on the bed

What’s your favorite part about having kids?


Even before my daughter could talk, our bedtime routine would be extended time and time again as she’d bring me another book, then another. She’s never been good at taking no for an answer.

She loves stories. Whether we’re making them up on the fly, or reading them out of books. She can never have enough.

biracial siblings

Recently we started (and just as quickly finished) reading The Princess in Black. A friend of mine recommended it to us since she likes princesses. It’s a short chapter book with photos, about a princess who is also a super hero (but no one knows this, because it’s her secret). She fights monsters and saves the day. So adorable, and easy to read. Lil’ J was hanging onto every word. We read half the book before bed and she brought the book to me while I was still in bed the next morning to finish.

The Princess in Black

I hope her love for reading never fades. Reading can take you to around the world. We are also reading Anna Hibiscus. A book about a biracial girl who is half Canadian half African. Not as quick of a read, but also cute, and full of information that keeps Lil’ J asking questions.

She’s started to enjoy “reading” books to her brother. Brown Bear Brown Bear and Moo Baa La La La she has memorized, and she’ll help me read them to him before bed.

One afternoon I snapped some photos of the two of them fawning over a train book together. They were so stinkin’ adorable. You can see the rest of this siblings cuteness on my Tampico is Color blog.

I watch as my kids get ready to say go to bed, say goodbye, or whatever–and turn to give their daddy a kiss. They pucker up, lean in, and so does he, but right before their lips touch he turns his head to instead receive a kiss on the cheek.

Sometimes he’ll turn too soon and our son or daughter will turn as well, realigning for the lips. They’ll do a face tango until one of them finds victory.

He says/ she says: A husband/wife discussion about kissing on the lips.
She says (after watching in frustration):
Let the baby kiss you on the lips! Jeez!

He says: Huh?

She says: Why do you always turn your head, that’s not a real kiss!

He says: They don’t need to kiss me on the lips. That’s weird.

She says: No it’s not! They kiss me on the lips, and each other! Don’t psyche them out like that!

He says: They kiss each other on the lips? They don’t need to do that.

She says: Oh my gosh, really? It’s cute. Let’s just enjoy it while it lasts.

He says/ she says: A husband/wife discussion about kissing on the lips.

I watched him later as he let our kids lay one right smack dab on the lips. He tried to hold out, but couldn’t wait to wipe it off. I decided to let that slide, and get into that back and forth conversation another day.

But I know it’s only a matter of time until they don’t want to kiss us on the lips, or give us hugs, or be seen with us in public (oh please, never let that day come!).

Do you kiss your child on the lips?

I was raised by lip-kissers, so it’s no big deal to me. My dad didn’t like the lip action from us either, but we didn’t mind. And kisses from my babies are some of the sweetest gifts they give me. I can’t imagine turning away or wiping them off… Unless it was a snot-faced kiss, but I’d at least wait until they weren’t looking before rubbing it away.

What say you? Are you lip kissers at your house? Or are you not a fan of kissing on the lips?

Happy National Sibling Day!

Aren’t siblings awesome? Yes!

Last year I dedicated this day to talk about my cool siblings who don’t get as much time to shine in this space, but this year… Forget them, I’m talking about the siblings I gave birth two. My two kids.

biracial siblings of an interracial family

Yesterday I mentioned on My Facebook Page how I took my kids out to snap some bluebonnet pictures and how it was pretty much a fail. It’s like a right of passage here in Texas. You’ve just gotta do it… Every dang year.

I always tell myself I’m just going to let them run in the field and play and not stress about getting that perfect shot of them both smiling and looking into the camera. But once we get going I think ‘Oh, it shouldn’t be that hard to get just one.


Who am I kidding? This one shot above came after dozens–Ok, more than 100 tries. It’s just not as easy for me to get both of my kids to cooperate. Not to mention they’re a little scared of the tall weeds, and my husband told them to watch out for snakes… THANKS A LOT!

Aside from that, Lil’ J is a snuggler…

biracial siblings of an interracial familyBut Big T isn’t.

biracial siblings of an interracial family

And just when it seems like he’s going to play along.

biracial siblings of an interracial familyHe punches her in the face.

Oh, and that “perfect” photo I mentioned earlier? Isn’t even like it seems…

biracial siblings of an interracial family

But my own little sister was nearby, to make up for all of the sad faces, with her cheery smile, always ready to be photographed.

happy national sibling day

All this to say don’t feel bad if you don’t capture those seemingly perfect moments! Many are just pretending to be perfect, and all the other moments are special in their own way too. The more I looked at these “outtakes” the more I realized they were just as awesome in their own way.

Someday when they’re older, maybe photographing them together will be less torturous.

Happy National Sibling Day! Hop over to My Facebook Page for a special caption contest I’m sponsoring. I’ll draw a random commenter will win a $25 to The Children’s Place. Gift card sponsored by yours truly as a thank you for reading and playing along!

biracial siblings of an interracial family


I know the neighbors were driving by our house and shaking their heads at our icicle lights still dangling mid-January. But it was so hard finding the time to take them down. First, we had to borrow a ginormous ladder, then we had to wait for a warm day that we were both off from work (cause someone has to supervise the kids and make sure they done dive into the street while the other takes the lights down). Then we had to figure out how to open the huge ladder, and try not to kill ourselves in the process. … Did I mention we hired someone to put them up? Oh Yea, and that they died about 3 days in. *sigh*

Anyway, my husband ended up kind of flinging the lights off by grabbing one end of the string and pulling them down. It worked great (aside from a few light clips still being stuck to our shingles)!

Christmas Cleanup: Biracial brother and sister love

The kids and I took care of everything inside the house right before new year. There’s more cuteness where this came from. I shared more of this experience and starting the year fresh on my NEW Tampico photo blog! Check it out.

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