Tonight, we’re sitting here in bed relaxing. Friday evening cuddles, with me already under the covers and the two of them like puppies...

My son runs up to me, “I cut myself.”  I ask him how he did it and he tells me he was using his pocketknife in the backyard.  This is the...

Our two children have been very different in their meltdown behavior.  Our firstborn, being that his every need was met from day one,...

In my family we don’t call it being picky, we call it enjoying our options.  As a child I would watch as my mother would order her...