It may not feel like it, but summer will be here before you know it. And for most parents, that means finding the best summer overnight camp or day camp program for your children. Summer camp is awesome; I attended quite a few in my pre-teen years. I gained confidence and character, made long lasting relationships, accomplished things I didn't think I could, stayed active physically and mentally, and created lifelong memories. However, all kids are different and careful thought and consideration should be taken to make sure they attend a camp that is the right fit.
Not quite an infant, not quite toddler. That's Connor. And he's Jessica Lane's littlest "waddler." But this young kid's getting so much more from the Y's child care program than motor skill development and playtime discovery. This is his family's Y. Their camera. Their story.
Momming is work. It’s often intensely joyous work, but work nonetheless. Whether your daytime work takes place within the home or outside, it is hard and your toils are known and appreciated by every other mom everywhere.
Groups of women gather by the thousands on Facebook groups and around popular forums to support each other around topics such as babywearing, breastfeeding, and appreciating the paradoxical “Longest Shortest Time.”
I’m going to take a chance here. I’m going to assume that I’m not the only one who stares at screens a little more time than I’d like. Small screens, big screens, we all scream for bright screens....This is hurting me.
Father's Day is Sunday! We do a lot of dissecting and bemoaning and celebrating this work of motherhood, but fathers are somehow often ignored. Now we hope to rectify our oversight in one day. Let's get to work, ladies!
When we first brought our baby home, we weren’t sure how our elderly cat, Lester, would react. I tried to put myself in his paws. His train of thought probably went something like this.
We’re itching in our britches to leave school behind and get out into summer. Into the long summer afternoons when the days stretch into night and watermelon drips down our elbows. Tie up loose ends at school and get ready, it’s coming.
We’re remembering all the fallen soldiers this Memorial Day. It’s also a nice time to relax with friends and family and maybe some encased meats. Holidays in general make me pause and take stock – of my life, of time, of my world.
My daughter is only five months old, but warnings to savor this time come uninvited from both friends and strangers. “They’ll be off to college in a blink.” “The longest shortest time.” I get the ‘longest’ part. In the middle of the night when she wakes up for another straight hour on the hour, those afternoons when we’re circling the block again to not wake her.
I read an article yesterday about how just the act of worrying makes people miserable. Great! Now I can add the effect of worrying to my list of worries!
If you asked me a year ago if I was a worrier, I would have said no. Definitively no. I know that I can’t predict or avoid the pitfalls, and there will be pitfalls, so I don’t (usually) spend time on them before I have to.