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.
It's true what they tell new parents - you can buy your child the fanciest, most expensive toys on the market, but in the end, the kid is probably going to prefer to play with the box the toy came in. So, why shell out all that cash when simple is almost always better than complicated? What parents may not know is that this logic also applies to baby gear.
It's not exactly a secret that new parents get little sleep. I'm OK with that. It comes with the territory. But no one tells expectant moms and dads that their little ones eventually will tease them by occasionally sleeping through the night, sometimes for a week or two at a time, but then will regress back to waking up once or twice - sometimes even three times - per night.
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.
Football season is upon us. I'm sure some of you are thrilled about its arrival. I am not.
My 2-year-old daughter, Reese, adores the Disney movie, "Frozen." I admit, it's a cute flick with plenty of catchy tunes and even a few good one-liners. There's one part, however, that I'm having trouble explaining to Reese, and I fear I'll have even more difficulty with it as she gets older.
I recently enjoyed a week in my hometown of St. Louis, Missouri, with my family. Usually, when I visit the best city in the country (my own personal opinion there), I only have a few days in which to squeeze in trips to my favorite restaurants, a little rest and relaxation, outings with relatives and an evening or two with old friends. So it was wonderful to have a little more time.
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