Hiking, camping or simply playing in our own backyard can become more misery than fun when we find ourselves swarmed by mosquitoes and other insects. But before you grab the bug dope from your local drugstore you might ask yourself, “What’s in this stuff?”
For many parents, the summer provides a welcome reprieve from the intense academic, sport and extracurricular activities of the academic year. However, summer can be a time of trading one stress for another – to much scheduled activity to little or no structured activity.
By Lauren Apfel for Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers You start when he is two months old, you know it is important. All the experts say so, all the articles. Read to them, read to them incessantly. Do it early, the earlier the better. He
Summer is here — and for many children that means oodles of free time. Of course, this is the perfect time of year to have some serious fun outside! But let’s face it, kids aren’t always able (or willing) to play outside and us moms need a way
By Sarah Winfrey for Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers He came home that Friday night to his heavily pregnant wife. That was me, the heavily pregnant wife. He made some comment about the layoffs at work. The layoffs we’d been promised at
So there I was on a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning at the park. Seeing as it was Saturday morning, I definitely had not showered yet and was wearing my favorite mom uniform- black yoga pants, of course! Why yoga pants? Well, much to my dismay,
The teenage years are an intense time for children and parents. The developmental push for independence and creation of a personal identity is the foundation of adolescent life and often results in a tense ridden time for teens and their parents. As an outsider,
We know all too well that to choose Attachment Parenting (AP) is not the easy road in our society. It’s not easy, because it goes against a tidal wave of generations of cultural beliefs and myths. It’s not easy, because it causes many of
It’s 8:30 a.m. on a Wednesday and one of the calmest school mornings I’ve ever witnessed: Anya, 6, is practicing the piano with impressive focus. She’s wearing a pink-and-lavender flowered dress and what appears to be an ever-present sparkly black scarf tied around her
When acquaintances are feeling bold, they sometimes ask about the father of my sons. “Do they have the same father?” they might ask in a whisper, or, “Is the father someone you know?” My children have two mothers, two dogs, fifteen chickens, and zero fathers.