If you notice an abrupt change in your formerly peaceful child, they could be taking a turn into disequilibrium.
When unpacking a house, chances are you're not going to be able to unpack everything in one swoop.
I just do what any normal person does when faced with an unknown ailment -- I look up my symptoms on the Internet, think for a moment that I have the Ebola virus, cry, realize I don't and it's just a bug bite, and then try to find a cure for the itching.
The difficulties of self-discovery are over. You find yourself on Buzzfeed.
I made such a scene, it was talked about for a while afterward, and not in a good way. Jumping, screaming, almost crying, kissing the giant video screen -- it was not my finest moment.
Yep, these are the types of things my sweet little imps (and yours) have volunteered during carpools, sleepovers and playdates. Be careful what you tell them and who you let them talk to.
They tell you that the first twenty minutes is easy, which for me was true, and then holy shit. After twenty minutes, the sweat starts to pour.
With Twitter and specifically Twitter Lists, you can recreate the exact same format, but with an optimal mix of sources that speak to your personal preferences.
The more I'm talking to my neighbors, the more I realize why nobody talks to their neighbors! It's because they either have nothing to say, or way too much. There is no happy medium. You'd love it if you could keep your interactions short and sweet.
Grumpy Cat and Lil Bub took over Toy Fair this year. The social media darlings were all the rage at the big toy show, from posters plastered alon...
Have you ever found yourself watching a movie and then suddenly a particular scene or character or line just changes your life? Whatever cinematic moment speaks to you, I'm elated and proud to say that I too have found my own.
I'll admit it, I'm completely and utterly addicted to Facebook. I love keeping up with what my friends in other places around the world are doing and ...
I went to the grocery store in leggings and a sweatshirt and was told "you're not in Kentucky anymore."