My kitchen floor looked like a unicorn threw up in a car wash on the morning of June 12, 2025. Teal glitter was everywhere. It was in the cracks of the hardwood, in my coffee, and somehow stuck to the ears of my dog, Barnaby. This was the reality of prepping for Maya and Leo’s…
Twenty-two five-year-olds in one room is a recipe for a headache or a very loud prehistoric stampede. Last Tuesday, my classroom smelled like apple juice and wet construction paper because we were celebrating Leo’s fifth birthday. I have taught kindergarten in Houston for fifteen years, so I know exactly what happens when the sugar hits….
I am currently staring at a singular, lonely blue sequin stuck to the bottom of my coffee mug, which is a pretty accurate summary of my life right now in suburban Portland. My middle child, Sophie, who is seven and obsessed with everything icy, decided her birthday needed to be a “winter wonderland” despite it…
The wind off Lake Michigan nearly took out my carefully curated pink streamers before the first guest even arrived at Humboldt Park last June. It was a humid Saturday afternoon, the kind where your hair frizzes instantly, and I was sweating through my favorite “Mom Mode” t-shirt while trying to weigh down sixteen plastic cups…
My living room currently looks like a Sanrio store exploded, and honestly, I am not even mad about it. My daughter, Lily, turned fourteen last October, and she made it very clear that her toddler-era obsession was officially back, but with a “sophisticated vibe.” Finding hello kitty party ideas for teenager crowds is a whole…
Austin, TX is a literal oven in August. I was sweating through my linen jumpsuit trying to tie 15 yellow balloons to blue gift bags on my back deck while my Goldendoodle, Benson, tried to eat the “Medkit” labels I’d just printed. My nephew Leo was turning two, and my sister-in-law decided on a “Two-ttles…
Easter Crafts for Kids – SOS! How do you handle different ages without a glitter explosion? @tyler.roberts: Hey everyone! Tyler here from Omaha. So, Piper, the boys, and I are already starting to think about Easter (yeah, I know, it’s April 20th and I plan early, it’s just how I roll!). Last year was… well,…
My son Leo turned ten on October 12, 2025, and I learned the hard way that starting a cowboy-themed bash just two weeks out is a recipe for high-altitude stress. Here in Denver, the wind off the Rockies can ruin a paper plate in seconds, but that is nothing compared to the chaos of 19…
Last April, specifically on the rainy Saturday of April 12, 2025, I found myself standing in the middle of my kitchen in suburban Portland, surrounded by what looked like a robotic explosion. My son Leo was turning seven, and he had decided—with the absolute certainty only a first-grader can possess—that his entire life depended on…
Living in Houston during October means you are basically hosting a party inside a sauna, which I learned the hard way on October 12, 2025. My nephew Leo was turning two, and my sister-in-law had exactly $53 to feed and entertain 22 toddlers. I am a first-grade teacher. I deal with sticky fingers and high-pitched…
