Life is all about engaging in fun activities and keeping them stimulated. We try not to damage them in the process.
More and more evidence proves that playing with mud pies is good for children. By introducing children to microbes in dirt, you could save their lives. Mud is good for the mind, too, filling it with precious childhood memories they’ll remember for a lifetime. There’s a reason why playing with mud pies is desirable to …
The holy grail for parents has everything to do with finding the right toys for the right times in your child’s life. The doorway jumper might just be your next babysitter. When tossing your child is out of the question and you’ve run out of newspaper for the baby to eat, perhaps it’s time to …
Baby tossing spans the globe, from harrowing rooftop rituals in India to gymnastics training in Russia to baby Yoga studios in California and New York. Don’t be afraid to take your babies and toss them around, horseplay and otherwise push your limits with what you feel is a responsible level of baby tossing for your …
My child thinks he’s going to be in the NBA. Although I know he has delusions of grandeur, I’m not about to step in front of his impossible dream. It all started when my eleven-year old son joined the basketball team and began harboring dreams to become a basketball star. While some parents might not …
Toy guns for kids is a controversial issue nowadays, but opponents of toy guns fail to recognize the many reasons they’re good. Firstly, kids loves them! My son, Chase, is like many boys and girls – he loves toy guns for kids. His arsenal includes nerf guns, tommy guns, machine guns, shotguns with realistic bang …
Children naturally want to participate in activities. But how do you know if you have an overscheduled child? There are clear signposts. My son wants to try everything. He is currently a member of the school band, is a member of the school choir, is the president of the class and is a member of …
We expect that as our kids grow older they will learn to clean up after themselves. So, how do I get my child to clean up? I enforce immaculate inculcation. The technique sounds more obscure than it actually is in practice. You’re probably using it already and don’t even know it. Although I have only …
M’s grandfather repaired the lawn mower yesterday. When he came in for a glass of water, he left his tool-belt on the floor for a moment. M toddled over and took each tool out one by one, but she was particularly impressed with the screwdriver. She tried to screw imaginary screws into the hardwood floor, …
A week ago, my son went with my mom to the mall, but not before he broke his coin bank. He wanted to buy a toy basketball hoop after the last one broke. Grandma told him she would buy it for him so he wouldn’t have to spend his savings. But she was surprised he …
For better or worse, M loves watching TV. Every Sunday, we sit on the bed and watch Saturday Night Live. It’s her favorite show and I can always count on her bouncing (on my stomach!) and dancing to the musical guests, sometimes grabbing my nose for balance. Her father and I joke that exposing her …
Our two bengals, Snowe and Polar, are sleeping on opposite sides of the room. Snowe wakes up, stretches and walks across, surprising Polar in the process. Polar bristles her fur and hisses at Snowe. M, upset that her friends are fighting, crawls between them, arches her back and hisses back to Polar. Of course, my …
In response to recent reports of parents spending thousands on kiddie couture, the bumpkins of summer are shedding their clothes in protest. It’s one thing to gussy up the kids for the sabbath, teaching them the times and places for sitting up straight and minding Ps and Qs. But summer’s nearly here and kids everywhere …
The newspaper headline read that a child was arrested in mid-air for ill behavior. The undercover TSA agent had watched the carnival of romp unfold, the bumpkin’s initial tapping turned to banging on the seat front, then a thrown can of Coke and finally a sudden and aggressive lunge at the friendly man across the …
My soccer team sold carnations dyed with green food coloring while Hootie and the Blowfish played Hold My Hand in the rain. Rather than trying to score beer or girls, our St. Patrick’s Day had a purpose. It was our junior year of high school and the flowers were part of a larger fundraising campaign …
Odd that a country with more poverty, repression and utter backwardness could produce children lacking any and all characteristics of their bumbling ways. The children put forth by communist propaganda seem a strange irony, and we’re even more riveted to these videos by the fact the stakes are so very high for the young ones. …
We’ve all have those friends. It’s like some maternal/paternal instinct kicks in overdrive to make us post our baby pictures everywhere. Next up, my kid the YouTube reality star. My kid is so cute you’ll thank me for it! Just wait until you see the next picture of my baby’s smile, laugh, sleep, and mess. …
