If there was such a thing as the playground police, and I was its sheriff, I'd swagger around the playground, ticket book in hand, ready to enforce the following rules.* These rules would make my life as the mother...
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As parents, we look forward to those special “first” moments with our...
At first glance, my son’s bedroom looks like that of many 3-year-old boys: a colorful, happily chaotic assortment of toys (currently evenly divided between construction vehicles/tools/gear and a staggering array of “Frozen” merchandise), shelves packed with books, a beanbag...
She was 2 years, 6 months and 17 days when it happened. Our sweet, fun-loving daughter turned into the kind of two year old that I’d been warned about. My daughter has had a few tantrums before, but the...
Oh sippy cup, sippy cup, you promised to be,
a leak-proof vessel, completely spill free,
But somehow your liquid doesn’t stay put.
It bubbles up over and spills on my foot,
Or worse, on the cushions, carpet and tile.
There goes my hope...