Every holiday season I find myself at a crossroads: fighting the urge to scoop up every new gadget on that year's Hot Toy List (times three...as in, three kids to shop for) and searching for things I know they will really use and love, no matter what those lists claim.
This year, I think I've finally struck gold: VTech's new InnoTab 3S is my pick for Best Tech Toy of 2013 for a bunch of reasons this mom loves.
This delicious recipe is sponsored by StarKist.
As the kids head back to school and I also head back to the classroom (I teach as an adjunct at my alma mater, Boston University), I find myself, once again, back in the kitchen packing lunch boxes for my kids and I. For my lunch, this typically translates into some fresh fruit (I’m enjoying as many juicy black plums as I can while I can still get them at my local market), and my favorite sandwich of all-time: tuna salad on whole grain bread or pita.
I think it's pretty universal that for most parents, we live a sort of parallel existence: The one where we spend our days with our kids and spouse, run errands, do homework, make dinner, handle our own professional responsibilities, and find a little time for the ocassional glass of wine, manicure (ha), or date night.
While we are busy, stressed and overly-extended, we manage to get it all done (or at least pretend to). Running concurrently with this chaotic life, however, is a set of inner, nagging fears that many of us do not voice, for fear of jinxing ourselves and our families, and with the deeply-held belief that if we say certain words aloud, or think certain thoughts, we might somehow make terrible things happen. And then who could we blame?
Like many of you, I've been watching in horror at the news coverage of Typhoon Yolanda as it ripped through the central Philippines this past weekend.
As I write this, casualties are estimated to be in the 10,000 range while hundreds of thousands of Filipinos scramble for food, water, and to locate missing loved ones.
To say that the ability for men to have football/baseball/any kind of ball factoids emblazoned on their brain for all eternity, still renders me baffled.
Over the 15+ years that I've been writing in this space, I have waxed on and on about what I consider one of life's greatest mysteries: how a seemingly intelligent man can remember a football score or even a specific play from a game that happened back when Reagan/Clinton/Bush 41 was in office (take your pick) but how that very same man probably could not tell you a) what he ate for breakfast, b) the exact location of his car keys, or, c) anything you discussed within the past 24 hours.
According to the National Sleep Foundation, 48 percent of Americans report insomnia occasionally, while 22 percent experience insomnia every or almost every night. Women are 1.3 times more likely to report insomnia than men. This leads me to wonder--what does everyone do in the middle of the night when they either can't fall asleep, or in my case--wake up and can't get back to sleep?
I have a favor to ask each of you...and I've never asked this before. When you're done watching this, and if you have a minute, I'd love it if you could read one of my recent MomTalk blogs called "Meet the Husband." It's a blog about my husband, Rob, and I'd love for you to give it a read.