Toddlerhood is a challenging stage. My daughter has the newfound ability to express her wants, needs and excessively irrational, endless, countless, infinite demands with words, yet lacks the decency to keep it to herself.

For those who haven't had the pleasure of doing it, taking an energetic 2-year-old on an airplane feels kind of like transporting a sack of live bees. He's constantly moving, other passengers don't want to sit too close to you and every once in awhile, you get stung.

Parents are realizing that just keeping their children safe in a crash isn't the end-all, be-all of car seats. We also need to think about the long-term implications of exposing our kids to the toxic chemicals the seats can be made with.

I never expected that having a child would create a greater sense of distance between us; I assumed it would bring us closer.

"I don't want to be a woman." I saw her face that evening and I think she was afraid. I think she imagined what it would feel like for someone else to be in charge of her body and she didn't like it -- it struck her as wrong. So her solution was to not become a woman.

I've been through The Child Naming Process. When you get to this point in your life, my future-parent friends, you have just wandered into one hell of a minefield. To spare you from the disaster that awaits, I'm going to share 8 Rules for Naming Your Future Child. Ignore them at your peril.

When you are charged with waiting, you know that your life will take on an unbearable quality. Everything around you becomes a more intense version of itself. The sky is bluer, the flowers more brilliant. You want to capture everything and commit it to eternity. Just in case.

Babies might not be able to articulate themselves very well -- but don't be fooled. They're onto you. In a new poetry collection, "To What Miserable W...

When blogger Lindsay Cross admitted to letting her 4-year-old daughter wear "a full face of make-up" on special occasions, she may or may not have rea...

I watched in horror as I recognized the following flicker of cognition in Avie's eyes. He saw the girl pile on the floor as a perfect opportunity for a pile-on.

Poor kid, he just wants to be left to vacuum his room in peace. Instead, his nosey father lays into him with question after question: "What are you do...