snacks for kids

10 Easy Steps to Finding Snacks for Kids (snacks they’ll love!)

SNACKS!!!!!!!!!! As parents, we’re all quite familiar with them, constantly bombarded with requests for them, and constantly on a quest to find just the right snacks for kids that they will love and that we feel good about giving them. We go up to Expert Level Parenting when we actually find one that all the …

teaching kindness

Can kindness be taught?

  Can kindness be taught?  I’m not sure, but I’m sure trying to find out. “Use your manners!” I call out with a sing-songy voice, checking the box on doing the right thing to raise my kids to be good human beings. But is that enough?  I don’t think so. Sometimes, no matter how great …

When a little bit of peanut sauce teaches a lot

When “just a little bit of peanut sauce” teaches a lot

It’s OK to watch them breathe. To just sit there, watching their tiny chests move up and down.  To feel their breath on your hand.  To ask them repeatedly to say the words, “I’m OK, Mommy,” just so you can be sure. That’s what I did on the way to the hospital tonight. See, my …

Motherhood and Midlife Crisis: What I'd say to my younger self

Midlife and Motherhood: Where’s the crisis?

What would you say to your younger self if you could send a message back in time?  Would you warn yourself of what’s to come, Celebrate what has been?  Share hopes and dreams for what may come next? A fellow blogger, Erin, at The Accidental Supermom, recently posted a note from her thirties-self to her twenties-self, …

Helicopter Parenting: How to Land Your Aircraft for Good

“Helicopter parenting.  Don’t be a helicopter parent.”  Through the years, I’ve heard the phrase and the disdain that comes with it as other parents judge your completely “everything-must-be-perfect-for-my-baby” style of parenting.  But I didn’t quite know what it really entailed until recently. I was at a playdate with three good friends of mine, each of …

The p word

The p word Let’s just get this out there.  The p word. It sounds a little funny, it makes me a little uncomfortable, and I used to blush at the mere mention of it.  Penis.  That’s the word I’m talking about.  There, I said it. (Sorry, Mom).  It’s not a word I used or heard …

Baby is growing up: A virtual time machine of memories

Baby is growing up:  A virtual time machine of memories My baby is growing up.  He’s turning 3 very soon.  He just learned (on his own, because my heart couldn’t handle correcting him on this one) to say “I want you to hold me” instead of gazing at me with those deep brown eyes and …