Family traditions reveal what we value enough to repeat, and - if done with love- build warm, happy associations. -Daniel Willingham
Traditions were a staple in my large family growing up. With a family of eight there was not a...
“Can I pick up a latte for you on my way over?” she texts, as I frantically clean before our playdate was scheduled to begin. “No thanks!” I respond, mindlessly stuffing the remnants of the breakfast aftermath into the...
This post is by guest writer Emily Dyall.
Did you know September is Childhood Cancer Awareness Month?
Did you know only 4% of federal government cancer research funding goes to study pediatric cancer?
Sad, but true.
I lost my 10 year old brother,...
What did you want to be when you “grew up?”
I recall two solid career paths I wanted to follow at different points in my childhood and adolescence –
Teaching
Broadcast journalism
I grew up, went to college and became, well,...
We have all heard that “kids say the darnedest things,” and often they do, sometimes to embarrassing ends but mostly to the amusement of surrounding adults.
That is certainly the case with my toddler, or I should say, that is...
This post is sponsored by Missouri Baptist Medical Center.
Three words mama: Count your kicks.
It was around Christmas and I was 37 weeks pregnant, uncomfortable and anxious to meet my baby girl. It was hard to ignore her active movements,...
This post is sponsored by Start Right foods.
You're a dad and you and your business partner were college athletes. What made you start a breakfast food company? Why not a sporting good company?
Breakfast is my favorite meal of...
Most of the moms I know admit they use the TV as a quick electronic babysitter. The chores are piling up, there’s laundry to fold, dinner to make, emails to send. But it’s nearly impossible to complete a task...
This month for my blog post I was able to meet up with my friend CJ to learn about St. Louis City MOPS. I’m so excited to pass this interview on to our St. Louis Moms Blog readers!
Graham: Hey CJ,...
Sometime deep into the second week of school, my second grader, kindergartener, and terrible two-er hit the proverbial wall. Their bodies were tired, their brains were fried, and dealing with them felt more like hostage negotiations than parenting. I...