Having a sick child is hard, there's no doubt about that. First and foremost, parents are faced with the sense of helplessness that comes with knowing your son or daughter feels poorly, and there's little that can be done to instantaneously restore their health.
If there's anything cuter than one little blond-haired, blue-eyed baby girl, it's two little blond-haired, blue-eyed baby girls.
Anyone who thinks housework, chores and errands are never-ending should try tackling the same tasks with a toddler in tow. It's nearly impossible to get anything accomplished in under 10 minutes.
My husband and I took our daughter to Tallahassee, Fla., during the Fourth of July weekend to visit my husband's family. Reese had a great time playing with all her little cousins and being spoiled by her grandparents, aunts and uncles. It was wonderful to catch up with my in-laws, and I especially enjoyed a conversation I had one evening with my sister-in-law, who is expecting her third baby in about two months.
Hinesville entrepreneur and philanthropist Gary W. Dodd died Saturday morning. In addition to owning and operating eateries in the region, Dodd, who moved to the area more than 30 years ago, was known for his community support and was named Humanitarian of the Year in 2011 by the Kirk Healing Center for the Homeless. Judy Shippey, Dodd's friend and fellow United Methodist Church member, said he'd been battling skin cancer for some time, but she ...
My heart is amazingly tender now that I am a mother. Before little Reese Melanie entered my life - making me happier than I ever thought possible - incidents concerning children bothered me, but sorrowful thoughts didn't linger. Now, all it takes is one AMBER Alert to get - and keep - the tears flowing. It's impossible to hear about kidnappings, accidents and cases of abused and neglected children without imagining my own little one ...
Midway residents enjoyed an evening of good company, food and fun Friday during the community's annual night out.
I like the daycare my husband and I send our daughter to. We trust her teacher, Miss Jennifer, and Reese really seems to have warmed up to her new routine and classmates. The facility, for the most part, serves healthy food - I do occasionally grimace when I see tater tots or chicken nuggets listed on the lunch menu - and the children are allowed plenty of time outside.
Since she started day care six weeks ago, my little girl hasn't had an easy go of it. Having stayed at home with one parent or another the entire first year of her life, Reese's immune system hasn't built up much resistance, and she seems to pick up every bug, virus, flu and cold within a 5-mile radius.
I'm a bit old-fashioned when it comes to values. Now, mind you, I'm not talking about politics here; I try to steer clear of hot-button issues when it comes to this column. However, I could see how the two could become easily confused or even intertwined.
As Tropical Storm Andrea made its way across Florida on Thursday afternoon, Liberty County Emergency Management Agency Director Mike Hodges said Coastal Georgia residents needed to prepare for excessive wind and rain into Friday morning. The storm carries with it the possibility of up to 5 inches of rain, 60 mph wind gusts, isolated tornadoes and some high surf.
Liberty County residents observed Memorial Day on Monday in a variety of ways. While some opted to relax at home or enjoy traditional backyard cookouts, others took advantage of events around the area, such as the American Legion Post 168's morning observance or Fort Morris State Historic Site's commemoration, which featured Revolutionary War musket- and cannon-firing demonstrations.
It's Memorial Day weekend, and that means summer is officially here. With the warmer months come opportunities for outdoor fun - trips to the playground, picnics and, of course, swimming.
I'm finding it hard not to compare my child to others her age. Reese is healthy, communicative, active and right where she needs to be developmentally. At her 1-year checkup, our pediatrician was pleased with her growth and progress. He assured me she is hitting all of her milestones right on target. That news was music to my ears because, just like every parent on the planet, all I want is for my little girl to live a long, healthy, happy life.
Although you, my devoted readers and fans, likely are reading this on Mother's Day, it was written several days ahead of time, so I have no idea what kinds of surprises this special day will hold for me.
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have ...
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.
The Internet is bad for me. I'm an obsessive worrier, and I've only gotten worse since the advent of search engines. I often think that if someone got a hold of my web-search queries, I'd end up an international laughing stock. Among the best last week: "Can you become addicted to nasal spray?" "Affects of eating slightly brown guacamole," "Can Tums cause kidney stones?" and "My cat ate cellophane."
I'm an apologetic person. Maybe it's Catholic guilt. Maybe it's just in my nature. But I do love to apologize - mostly for things that aren't my fault. My mother has always said I'd apologize for World War II if given the opportunity. She's right; I am sorry for that horrible global conflict, but not because I think I had anything to do with it. In general, I'm just sorry it happened. It's an empathetic type of apology.
Every phase of "babyhood" has its merits, and I've loved them all so far. In fact, every time my daughter Reese enters a new stage of development, I swear that it's the best one yet. I honestly can't pick my favorite.
There's a topic I've always shied away from in this column - that of the working mom vs. stay-at-home mom debate. I never felt the need to broach this subject before because, honestly, I didn't really feel it was an issue anymore. I thought we, as parents, had moved past all that trivial nonsense and decided all mothers play important roles. Period.
As it turns out, all my worrying last week about how my toddler would deal with a flight from Georgia to Missouri definitely was not for nothing. In fact, probably the only thing that would have made the journey worse would've been a plane crash. And, sadly, it was my own meticulous planning that did me in.
I apparently did not learn my lesson two weeks ago with the debacle in involving an explosion of Gerber puffed-wheat snacks in church.
I recently made the mistake of trying to handle a "two-man job" by myself. I won't do that again.
I consider myself a pretty eco-conscious mom. Not only do I want to do what's best for our planet, I want to set a good example for my daughter, Reese.
In typical scatter-brained-mom fashion, I set out last Saturday morning to assemble what was supposed to be an easy dinner in the Crock-Pot, only to realize I forgot one key ingredient.
Parents enter parenthood in countless ways. Sure, there's the traditional method - get married, have a baby and raise your family. And that's a wonderful way to go about it. But there are all kinds of families out there, and I know that I - for one - sometimes forget that moms and dads are made in more ways than one.
Before my daughter Reese was born, I had another "baby." For several years, my golden retriever, Abbie, pretty much had it made. My husband and I welcomed her to our home when she was 12 weeks old in September 2007 and wasted no time showering her with affection, toys, treats and walks.
Males ages 10 and older flocked Saturday to the Liberty County Performing Arts Center in Flemington for an empowerment workshop, "Tied to Success."
Primping is fun - at least I've always thought so. Most people enjoy looking their best, and before I was a mom, scarcely a day went by when my eyeliner and blow-dryer didn't see the light of day.