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The traditional Bake Sale has long been a cornerstone of schools. As early as Pre-K and as late as Senior year in high school when the class field trip needs to be funded, we bake for sale. From early childhood when kids begin to learn the building blocks of their core beliefs, through high school when teens question everything, the one constant message is that promoting and eating sugary snacks for fun is a way of life. But should it be?
No matter what family structure children grow up with, all children have the same opportunities for successful, happy lives as long as their caregivers meet the following four critical needs.
There are numerous ways to ensure that your child has the greatest possible chance to learn to be kind and empathic to others. All of these are things that are easy for you to do at home.
There was no such thing as a varicella vaccine when I was growing up. Getting the chicken pox was a fact of life, a rite of passage for everyone. Except for me.
I couldn't shake the feeling that my daughter's picky eating was the result of something I did. Was I a good enough cook? Was I making the food "fun" enough? Was "I" enough?
Ever wonder why vegetable intake is notoriously low despite the constant news reports and advice about how much we should be eating them? Why do so many people say they don't have time to eat vegetables?
It's hard to go against our instinct as parents as it's rarely helpful. However when it comes to setting up the crib for a newborn our instinct to bundle and package our children in soft, abundant bedding may be intuitive, but it's not smart.
There's a delicate balance between being festive and being stupid. Incorporating nutritious, temper-tantrum-fighting foods is a must to neutralize kids' sugar buzz during this time of year. We want them to go the f*ck to sleep, right?
My daughter, Jane, was born at 32 weeks gestation. I hadn't had a baby shower yet. The nursery was a painted room filled with boxes. We hadn't even taken birthing classes yet; they were scheduled for the following Tuesday (Jane would be a week old by then).