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A Letter to My Little Girl
Sometimes, life has a way of doing a back flip, and landing right on your head. It has been a few months since I've seen you, and it may be longer until I can again. I worry about you every day, you're always on my mind... that never changes. You're still little, but you're not as little as you used to be; part of me is scared that your memory of me has faded away. God only knows... I miss you more than I have ever missed anyone.
By Carlos Guerra5 years ago in Families
Choosing What Is Best for Your Kids
Your child doesn’t have to join an Ivy League school to prove that you are a good parent. You are not perfect and neither am I. Life is a learning process, and we learn through experience as parents. You cannot get everything right, but you can try your best to make sure that your child becomes the best version of themselves with these simple parenting tips.
By Sasha McGregor5 years ago in Families
Make Homemade Play-Dough
I am a mom to a five year old boy and one of his favorite things to play with (besides his toys) is play-dough. Play-dough is super fun for kids. They can make anything, literally. My son comes up with some pretty interesting ideas when it comes to play-dough, ha-ha. Buying it for my little one makes him so happy, but I absolutely dislike how quickly it dries out. I continue to have to buy more and more and it becomes a little crazy.
By Virginia Shefcyk5 years ago in Families
Today Was Hard
Today was a hard day. Harder than most. Today I woke up exhausted, more than usual anyway, but my toddler woke up with more energy than ever. My potty-trained two-year-old decided today that he didn't care to make it to the potty. He peed in every pair of pants that I put on him, just minutes after I put them on him. My normally independent child was clingy and emotional, and I was tired, sluggish, and, well, emotional. He wanted snacks. No, not breakfast, snacks! All day long. He was angry he couldn't ride on the cat and angry that his pineapples were touching his blueberries. He was angry that he woke up early from his nap and angry that he fell asleep again. Coffee didn't help me, milk couldn't settle him, TV didn't entertain either of us, and nothing went right. He refused lunch and ate chicken nuggets and fruit for dinner because, apparently, it is barbaric to offer an angry toddler mac and cheese or veggies.
By Catherine Luna5 years ago in Families