Ages + Stages

There’s nothing I love more than a good road trip. Give me some music, a book, a few snacks and I’m good to go. My husband and I have made our fair share of road trips over the years,...

My family celebrates Christmas, and when my kids were little, my husband and I experienced it entirely through their eyes.  The joy they found in the traditions, the food, the music, and the wonder of the season was simply...

There’s a moment when riding a roller coaster that your cart is being pulled ever so slowly up the incline, and you lose all concept of fear. The excitement has yet to kick in and there’s only emptiness coupled...

We've all seen them. Precious photos of squishy little newborns, propped up on their elbows in hats or big bows. As I waited for my little guy, one of the things I looked forward to was getting newborn pictures taken...

 In our increasingly screen-filled world, we are always searching for ways to spend actual face-to-face time with our people. Nothing builds relationships like sitting in the same room with a person, having an actual conversation. Sometimes it’s nice to...

Since moving to the Atlanta area, I’ve been excited to explore with my toddler. But, before we set out to capture the culinary Atlanta, I thought we would venture a  little closer to our home in Henry County. Whether you are...

A great activity for mom (or dad!) to bond with your sweet, precious, willful, opinionated toddler. Based on a real afternoon with my almost-2-year-old son. Warning: your mileage may vary.  Feed your toddler a nice afternoon snack.  Decide you want your...

When I was anticipating becoming a mom, I assumed that some of my natural responses to the smell/sight of poop, pee, snot and other bodily fluids would disappear.  "It doesn't bother you with your own child" the veterans assured...

Get the lunches packed. Don’t forget to leave out the kids’ library books to be returned tomorrow. Sweep up the remainder of dinner from under the table. Why is there rice on the wall? How is that possible? Remember...

Neighbors, that random brown paper bag a stranger just picked up from my front porch is not filled with drugs I'm dealing out of my Buckhead home. It's something I sold to said stranger on the local Buy, Sell, Trade (BST) group...