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.
This column almost didn't happen. I didn't think I'd have time to write it.
By the time this column makes it into print, my daughter's first birthday party already will have gone down in history as a resounding success - I hope. The Saturday soiree (which was yesterday if you're reading this Sunday) has kept me busy for weeks, sending out invitations, making shopping lists for party food and decorations, tidying up my house, scheduling a landscaper and a carpet steam cleaner, selecting the perfect dress for Reese - even grooming our dog!
My little family is about to make a big change. For the first time in her life, my baby girl is going to go to daycare. We've already enrolled her, and she starts next week.
I'm sure glad I don't remember my teething days. Judging by what my baby is going through right now, they likely weren't pleasant.
The world of online forums, message boards, social-media networks and blogs would have you believe there are two types of mothers - silky and crunchy.
Twice in recent weeks, I've exited the interstate on my daily commute and noticed - in two different places - bags of scattered fast-food rubbish lying in the grass by the side of the road. Both times, the remnants of children's meals - milk cartons and telltale cartoon-character packaging - were among the discarded cartons and wrappers. This tells me that children likely witnessed adults irresponsibly disposing of trash. How sad.
I've recently become a serious label reader. Previously while grocery shopping, I'd glance at the data on the back of food packages to make sure the item I was about to purchase didn't contain an entire day's worth of fat, or I'd do a quick comparison to determine which brand of granola bars contained fewer calories. But since my baby girl began eating solid food, I've pretty much made a career out of studiously inspecting every scrap of nutritional information I can get my hands on.
Typically, I use this weekly column to address parenting issues, reflect on challenges faced by (fairly) new moms and provide what I hope are amusing anecdotes that stem from daily life encounters with a toddler. This Sunday, though, I'm going to explore a topic that's more indirectly related to - but still very much a part of - child-rearing.
I recently saw a meme posted to a social-media site that said something along the lines of "Having children: Your way of showing the world you no longer intend to be on time - ever."
I dislike talking on the phone. For a number of reasons, I've never really been fond of telephone calls or conversations.
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