What better way to show your tiny tots you love them than by showing them desserts can be tasty and healthy with these healthy Valentine’s Day treats? […]
Holidays
Every year, my friend and her three small children (all under 7) huddle around the TV, noisemakers in hand, party hats on heads and watch the ball drop. Is she crazy? Yes, but in a fun way. The kids love the excitement of watching the ball drop as much as the big kids do, so …
My favorite childhood Christmas gift was actually the result of a moment of intense fear: There I was, seconds away from my turn to sit on Santa's lap, with absolutely no clue what I was going to ask for. When the moment came, I blurted out the very first thing that came to mind—a pink …
Christmas takes on a whole new magic once you have kids, and watching them experience the season with wide-eyed wonder is more fun than a whole boatload of mistletoe. And since I like to keep all those photos of my awkward (Dorothy Hamill haircut) childhood years under lock and key, I don't have a childhood …
My childhood is filled with many happy Christmas mornings, so it was hard to narrow it down, but there is one gift that will always hold a special place in my heart. For months leading up to Christmas, I begged and pleaded for a dollhouse. I dreamed of a place for my dolls to call …
One of my favorite holiday traditions is buying and decorating the Christmas tree. Growing up, we would always go the day after Thanksgiving to the neighborhood tree tent, pick out our favorite tree and take our annual tree picture in front of it. Then we would rush home and spend the rest of the evening decorating …
In every child's mind, it seems that bigger is always better. Kids always go for the biggest present first! Well, that's what I did at age four when I saw a huge box wrapped messily with seams all over and a big bow on top. What on earth was this lumpy, misshapen thing? It was …
Running into the living room only to be blinded by the light bouncing off a shiny red Schwinn bicycle sitting under the tree was like getting a Maserati at sixteen. I'll never forget the fancy, big red bike my parents—I mean Santa—brought me for Christmas. Nevermind that it looked like a racing bike built for the Tour …