I’m a bad Christmas mom. Six months ago, I hid four of my 2-year-old son Miles’ favorite toys. Last week, I wrapped them up
4th of July with kids > other holidays with kids. I realize I’ve been somewhat pessimistic about holidays with kids. I’m a bad Christmas mom:
A note about this post: This is one of those times when I feel like what I’m writing is so ridiculously obvious that I’m not
I’m on a plane alone, returning from a work trip, and I wish my kids were with me. I know; it’s shocking to me, too.
I would say my 3-year-old son is so good at negotiating that he should become a lawyer when he grows up. But I’m technically a
I feel disheartened today. I went into the day wanting to write about what it’s like to get a toddler to eat, what it’s like