It’s that dreaded question. It might be casually asked in the morning before work and quickly brushed off. It might be that mid-afternoon text you’re not sure how to answer. Or it might come from your 7-year-old right when he wakes up because he likes to know what his entire day has in store for him and whether he needs to complain or not. (No? Just me?)
If you had young children in 2006 when Disney/Pixar released the first Cars movie, it’s likely that your family was exposed to the story, the characters, and the merchandise. If your memory is foggy, take this quick quiz to double-check:+
As a mother of two boys, I’m always amazed at how incredibly different two kids can be. They are both sweet, kind, hilarious, intelligent and thoughtful young men, but when it comes to self-esteem and confidence…they are polar opposites!
Someone who loves clothes is sometimes referred to as a “clothes horse.” My six-year-old son, however, is more of a “clothes mule.” He stubbornly refuses to wear anything outside his comfort zone. Case clothed.
Everybody is going crazy for quinoa! A complete protein and fantastic wheat-free alternative, the popularity of quinoa has increased drastically over the past few years and this super grain isn’t going anywhere. Grown in South America (Peru, Chile and Bolivia) for thousands of years, quinoa formed the staple diet of the Incas and their descendants.
Father’s Day is around the corner, and I, for one, have had it with crappy ties, funny socks, bad crafts and bottles of booze.
If you’re asked to go camping this summer – by someone who doesn’t know you or someone who obviously hates you – my advice is to just say no.
Many parents, including me, often talk about wanting their kids to be passionate about something. So, we expose them to many different things hoping that something will catch their attention and light a fire within them.
When I was a kid, I LOVED to play board games. My brother and I would play them together all the time. Guess Who, Stratego, The Game of Life – we had a stash of board games and we pulled them out every chance we got! And sometimes, our parents would join in and we’d have a family game night. And that was the BEST! I mean, who doesn’t love to beat their parents at a board game if given the chance?
I find myself in shock every time I hear of someone I know, someone my age, passing away. Death doesn’t feel like something someone my age has to consider. I feel saddened and angry, as though they have been robbed of some of the best years of their lives. Every time I see an obituary for someone I once knew, I find myself wondering if they were happy with the life they lived. I wonder if they would have had regrets or had wishes of a different life. I wonder about the void they are leaving in this world. I wonder about the people they leave behind and what those people would say about them.