Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Bedtime can be a hard time for kids, but add in a fear of the dark and bad dreams and you have the recipe for a sleepless night.
With all the Halloween decorations popping up around town, it is a good time to talk about children’s fear of the dark and bad dreams. Just on the way to school today my son asked why there were bones coming out of a neighbor's front yard and a skeleton hanging from a tree. "Do people live underground?" he asked. I could see his little imagination running wild and wondered if this would be a topic of conversation at lights out later that night. Once I got my kids sleeping through the night with an established bedtime routine, I thought I was home free. The kids would be all tucked in, my husband and I would be chatting on the sofa and the night would be off to a nice, quiet start. And then the reality of a preschooler’s wild imagination …
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
'Dear Sleep: It's been a while since we hung out ...'
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Wednesday, October 5, 2011
By Kate Basch Kate Basch is a Needham mom of two boys. Her relationship with Sleep is still on the fritz. Dear Sleep, It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. Okay, I guess we’ve hung out, but we haven’t spent any serious time together. As soon as you arrive, you are gone again so quickly that it’s as if we haven’t been together at all. I don’t want to come on too strong, but I miss you. I miss the way it used to be so casual between us. Remember before the kids came along, lingering together in the morning? I never worried about you. I never clung to you. I never cried over you. Then my first child was born. I love him, Sleep. I love him more than I ever knew I could love someone, but damn, Sleep, damn, he does not love you. He fights you…
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Local mom shares adventures of living with a picky eater.
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
By Liz Lee Liz Lee is an early childhood educator currently at home in Needham with her three kids, ages seven, six and 20 months. In the years after Sophia was born, we, like many new parents, tried to do everything just right. Particularly in the area of food, we congratulated ourselves on a job well done. She was and still is a great eater. Kale and curry, black bean tofu and blackberries—she eats it all. Then we got our comeuppance in the form of Anne. From day one, Anne considered food to be a medium for art rather than a source of nourishment. Instead of savoring her jars of baby food and her finger foods, she smeared, threw and spit. Picasso had his blue phase, and Anne? Well, Anne had her white phase—white bread, white potatoes, …
Audra Myerberg
1:03 pm on Thursday, October 20, 2011
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