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By about this time last year, I had mostly gotten through what was, for me, one of the most difficult parts of being pregnant for the first time: shopping.
They're thin, tan, have perfect hair and grace the covers of magazines -- almost weekly now, it seems.
Of course, they aren't your typical supermodels. They usually have a toddler on their hips, and they're still teenagers.
Driving into Strasburg on a recent sunny morning, I looked at the mountains and out of nowhere there it was. The leaves had started turning. Fall.
As my son got a little older and his palate expanded to finger foods, one thing I started paying more attention to while out and about was the snacking habits of other tots.
Which do you think is the better snack for babies, puffs or Cheerios? What are some of the finger foods you've offered your child or grandchild?
I'm planning on tackling the topic in Monday's column, but in the meantime, I'd love to hear your side.
A few weeks into my freshman year of college I encountered my first fall-down, don't-even-know-your-own-name, had-to-be-dragged-to-the-toilet drunk.
I finally owned my baby dead to rights when he was about 8 months old.
Back in the pre-baby days, any time my husband and I dealt with a pet catastrophe, I'd say by rote, "How will we ever take care of a baby?" and my husband would answer, "Babies aren't animals!"
Even in our toughest moments, pregnancy has the mysterious power of turning us into mush.
Polka-dot hair dryers, hot pink plastic storage bins, dry-erase boards, extra-long twin sheets and compact refrigerators: This year the back-to-school ads started popping up by mid-July.
They take me back to a time not so long ago when, armed with high school graduation gifts of checks and cash, I first set out to furnish a college dorm room.
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That's Life
