Watch your language: how we emphasize family diversity when talking to our kids
We want to teach our kids that diversity comes in many shades — and telling them that sex is something only moms and dads do is the first thing to go.
Luckiest kid in the world has a bedroom built of LEGO
When you need to add a space for your kid in your one-bedroom condo, what do you do? How about adding a loft made of LEGO blocks? It’s a very tiny building material, and it makes for a super cool custom bedroom you’ve got to see to believe.
I want to take my two-month-old overseas: what should I keep in mind?
I’m due to give birth during the grey, bleak winter and have the chance to escape to a sunnier place for a month: should I take my infant and do it?
A “happy” mom’s confession: I’m not so nice at home
Every so often there’s a parenting article that totally shakes me — not because they’re always something I relate to, but because they’re so honest. This piece by Mindy Berry Walker is one such case. In it Mindy talks about the two sides of herself — the happy, energetic mom in in public, and the worn-down, bitter mom at home.
Growing up: Can I settle down and be offbeat at the same time?
I am having cold feet about the next stage of my life. Homies, is my reluctance to buy a house and move in with my significant other a warning sign? Am I giving up an exciting, quirky life by planning to settle down?
How do you handle having two or more kids?
I was the girl that was never going to have children, but after a year of marriage my thoughts on that changed. I’m now the proud, happy mama of a nine-month-old. Now the question looming on the horizon is: do we have another?
I found beauty in the premature delivery of our daughter
I knew I was pregnant with Toga before I should have known I was pregnant. I hadn’t missed a period — in fact it had only been a week since conception. Life with a military man had its perks when it came to knowing the exact date of conception — but I KNEW. I dreamed about her, my beautiful blonde haired baby.
How my son’s teething reminds me of his birth
The poor little guy was in agony and couldn’t quite figure out what in the world was happening inside his mouth. My heart broke a little as his eyes pleaded with me to fix it Mama. So I scooped him up in my arms and spent much of the day rocking him and stroking his head. As I rocked him I thought back to the day he was born — it was the greatest and scariest day of my life.