Here’s a video preview of this week’s Edgy Mama column.
My 10-year-old daughter spent several hours writing her own Elf newspaper, explaining what makes elves special.
This week’s Book Report is all about The Adventures of Runnel, The Ice Bear, a children’s book for readers who don’t necessarily need lots of illustration with their holiday-themed fiction.
Recently, I’ve been looking for locally made gifts for kids for the fast-approaching holidays, and I want to share my finds with you.
Presidential kids intrigue me, particularly since they aren’t my kids, so I decided to research those who spent part of their youth at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
I haven’t vaccinated my kids against the flu every year. My approach has been scattershot. I decided this year would be a good one to follow through on the vaccine after my daughter told me all about the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic.
I swear my kids have talked more to me about their costume plans over the past few years than almost any other subject.
So the morning rush begins. By the time everyone’s fed and dressed, lunches and backpacks packed, shoes and jackets located, and both kidlings bundled out the door at 7:15, I’m exhausted.
Enviro-spouse and I concur that, given the current financial crisis and everyone’s need to cut back on expenses, we’ll start preparing the kids early for a sparse holiday season. Clearly, October is not too early to start.
We’re all, to some extent, motivated by fear, particularly fear of what we can’t control. As a parent, I realize that there’s a lot to be scared of, but I also recognize that, outside of encasing my kids in plastic bubbles, there’s only so much I can control.
You see, once my maternal instinct turned on — once my hormones conspired to convince me that my primary role in life is “mother” — I haven’t been able to rid my subconscious of that conviction.
The edgy mama organizers of this year’s Lexington Avenue Arts and Fun Festival have ramped up activities for the kidlings at the funky street fest.