Sometimes your resolve just isn’t strong enough, and a resolution is in order ... Dear Ittybit, All the books say BABIES should NEVER under ...

I was reminded recently of all the earthy-crunchy, we-are-parents-hear-us-roar mantras that swirl around raising children these days when I ...

It's official. According to a Danish study, motherhood can make you crazy. The study, based on medical records of 2.3 million people ove...

We recently purchased the first REAL bed of our together life. IT'S HUGE. HUGE I tell you. See, my husband's been itching to get a k...

My husband and I don't really speak to each other in transit. We could sit side by side in a car for four hours and the only words utte...

We arrived an hour early but still the line snaked out of the theater, past the ticket booth and down the hall. "Why do we do this to o...

If you ever want to feel the true weight of your dreadful parenting skills pressing down upon you, spend the day at a pre-school. I promise ...

Phleff, phleff, phleff. Eeeeeeeeeerrrrr. Scrabble scrabble. Click. Click. The sound you didn't hear, dear readers, was me dusting off my...

What did our moms do without the Internet? I've been wondering about this a lot lately as I have taken to parenting via Google. Ideally...

Why is it that Packrats and Would Chucks often dwell in the same habitat? Is it because during the first blush of romance the female Would C...

Another piece of sage advice that I disregarded: Never, under any circumstances buy toys in a child's presence. The idea is that if you ...

Recently the husband and I, with grand-parental intervention, stepped out for a night on the town. Alone. A friend of ours was having a c...

I've seen the future, and her mother is wearing thigh-high go-go boots and short shorts, too. Standing on the street corner with a boy I...

At 7 a.m. I was out on the curb, shuffling bags of baby clothes and other stockpiled detritus from the couch in my abandoned office to tabl...

Some people like to tell me that I've changed now that I've become a mother. They say this gleefully, as if they always knew my soft...

She wanted to draw. After breakfast, before work, she wanted to "draw a pisher." But there wasn't time. Her body is board stra...

There was a time (exactly a week ago last year in fact) that Ittybit's love for barnyard animals was trapped inside the pages of her sto...

Growing up in the northeast, and now raising a child here, it shouldn't shock me to learn I have a special fondness for places that remi...

"Mama, don't push me," Ittybit says sternly as I interrupt her latest game of "King of the Mountain" (my shoulders b...

"My daddy was a baby, too," Ittybit tells the nice woman, who takes our paperwork and searches for any spaces left blank. "Th...