When I saw the governor's beautiful baby, I felt ashamed for questioning what my choice would have been.
Now that Kiana is over two years old, it is time to begin potty training, or Toilet Learning (as my uber politically-correct, Positive Parenting Gurus refer to it).
If I was faced with Sophie's choice today, there would be no question what I would do.
Love them or hate them, the homeless are deeply engrained in the culture of Santa Monica, California, and as a resident of the city, it is something that I must come to terms with and accept.
There is nothing more boring than hearing some parent talk about how "gifted" their child is. It is no longer good enough for your kid to be sweet and kind; he now must be off-the-charts smart as well.
Where do moms come up with these things? In whose universe are you expected to cheerfully share your most prized possessions with some random stranger?