I have to be honest; I look at couples who have managed to stay married sans kids and am mystified by what keeps them bound in matrimony.

When we were given Athena's photo from her orphanage in the same week that you discovered your pregnancy, we crossed the Rubicon. Yes, of course (says every parent in America), having children changes you in a ways that are so unpredictable as to be surreal.

The very best love stories, I think, are of conflict resolved. And all the baby (or big kid) steps it took to get there.

I used to tell people that ours was an easy marriage, that for some inexplicable reason, we had been given the cosmic gift of being able to love each other easily and well. And on some level, it's true.

We expect that our children will grow to resemble us, in looks and in actions. Our son has my husband's soul, our daughter has my spirit; they both have his eyes. But I never expected to grow to resemble him. Or him me. And it is this change that is the most surprising of all.

I don't get it. Santa is a dude. So shouldn't his influence have trickled down to some sort of fair division of holiday labor?

It is a truth universally acknowledged that an exhausted mother in possession of a small child will, at some point in time, forget she's a wife.

Co-sleeping, or sharing a family bed, is common in other cultures, but highly controversial in the United States. The American Academy of Pediatrics s...

Ah, Valentine's Day. While the rest of the world is out to dinner, parents -- especially those who don't want to spend inordinate amounts on a sitter ...

The kids are out. The "expectation" of date night looms! OR: Insist on always having the kids' sleepovers at your house.