You know February 14th is approaching when the Target dollar section transforms from New Year's confetti to heart overload. Personally, I think . . .
Like many of you, I have a word for 2019. I personally prefer this to the never-ending lists of resolutions, but it can be hard to keep a . . .
My husband is gone for work this week and Henry is missing him like crazy. This is the kid who counts down the minutes until Graham gets home on the . . .
Today is our Winnie's second birthday and we are going to blow it up big—toddler-style—for her. Balloons and cupcakes and singing. A trip to her . . .
I can't quite remember when I started making my pomegranate sangria, but it has been my Thanksgiving contribution for at least the last 8 years (I . . .
There is a phenomenon happening in my home right this minute and it is called MY PRE-TEEN. If ever I thought the season of bonding, secret telling, . . .
As a former military family, November 11th is a special day in our home. Honoring the armistice signed by Germany and Allied troops on November 11, . . .
Not quite sure why, but I've always made a big to-do over my babes' second birthdays. I think it's because the first birthday is always a hallmark of . . .
For months—no, years now—my hubby has been inviting us to accompany him on his business trips. I've taken advantage of a few with him sans children, . . .
This summer, we heard a piece on the Today show about the looming extinction of the middle child in America. That sounds a bit dramatic, but here's . . .