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The Sister Princesses & The Archery Tournament
The Middlest and Youngest Sister Princesses sat up in their beds to see their Oldest Sister was not in hers. Rubbing their eyes, the Middlest Sister wondered where her Older Sister had gone and the Youngest Sister wondered what was for breakfast. After getting dressed and ready for the day, they went downstairs…
By Taylor Drake5 years ago in Families
Bespoke(n)
She measures my left arm from shoulder seam to cuff, pressing the tape into my skin. When I flex my elbow, my wrist bone evades the measure. A stray thread is caught on the metal tip of the tape. She removes it and writes the arm’s length down in her sketchbook. I notice her handwriting. Long fine lines, evenly spaced, more drawn than written, they suggest the hand of someone who cares about the form and structure of things.
By Helen Limon5 years ago in Families
Kids and there behaviors
Ok ladies and gents, Is your kid bad? Does he throw things at you, hit you, tell you your an idiot or he/she hates you? Do they throw themselves all over the ground? Do they treat you like crap in public? Are you on edge and you don't know what to do? Well let me try and help.
By Megan Wolfe5 years ago in Families
Children And The Virtual World
There is no doubt that computers are an inevitable part of almost all walks of human life, not only this but the way it is influencing learning in human life is something that we all are admiring. In today's world everything we see and do, direct or indirect machines are involved and it won't be wrong if we say that yes machines help children to learn more efficiently.
By Lokesh Kumar5 years ago in Families
So Much More
It is sweltering hot. The funny thing is, almost everyone around me is wearing a jacket. I am surrounded by children, only a few of whom actually speak my language. Which is fine. I am in their country, after all, and shouldn't expect them to know my language.
By Sarah Knopp5 years ago in Families
X5
Positive! My husband and I had been elated at the possibility of pregnancy, positive, so exciting! It’s hard to fathom, the idea of a human growing inside of another human. Created with such love and yearning for parenthood but we have started our journey. It begins somewhat”normal” I suppose. We tell family, friends, co-workers. Spotting. That’s something unexpected. We request a quick doctor appointment, reminding each other that everything will be alright. He sends us for an ultrasound, just to make sure baby is o.k. That was our life changing moment. One heartbeat, two heartbeats, three heartbeats....I’m sorry...what? No medications, no ivf, just 3 babes growing. I seriously had those next days of unstoppable crying, thinking how can we do this? I allowed myself to do this, almost feeling sorry for myself, can you believe it? This woman that wanted babies her entire life, has been given three...and yet I cry. The sun comes up every morning. This particular sunshiny morning I make a decision to celebrate. Celebrate these three little, precious humans. Back to work I go, congratulated by everyone, still uncertain of so much. What, our car can’t have 3 baby car seats legally? We live in a high-rise apartment building with a roommate, I can’t do stairs and the power is out, is this even real? Week 26, hospital bed time. I take this time to focus on positive, let my babes grow, it’s going to be ok! We’ve been told if babes are born now they have a 50% chance of survival. So, I incubate, watch t.v., eat, sleep, I got this! After a few weeks it‘s wheelchair ride time. I ask about spreading cheer to others. So rewarding, they are crying, then smiling seeing the light, just as I had. 32 and 2, they have arrived. These three beautiful, miniature humans. Skin to skin for one, the other two are too fragile. Ten days later, I finally embrace my last. They are amazing. These <3lb. babes. Creation is a beautiful thing. Tubes, alarms, my mom comes to meet the little ones but realizes it is terrifying. She is my mom, mom of my twin brothers, mom that always has cared for us, has done so much for us three I can’t even put into words. My dad was a musician and a grocer. He was either at the store or on the road leaving my mom to be the boss of the house. Don’t get me wrong, he loved us and provided for us but the household/kid stuff, that was not his thing! My mom’s true strength was evident when she fell and broke her leg, with baby twins and a five year old, dragging herself up and down the old rickety stairs to reach her crying babes. I am fortunate to have this strong role model, her nurturing and strong parent skills prepared me for motherhood x3. So, getting back to my triplet saga... finally the day has arrived, we are going home from hospital, x5. Our little family starting the “normal” family life. The next few days, months, years are really a blur but we learned, loved and laughed along the way. 24. These little babes turn 24 this summer. They are all teachers. I look at them, and at times I tear up. I am so proud of us x5. I quickly learned that I have to be the boss, take charge of the situation and keep my babes alive. My husband is our provider and is a wonderful human, this man of steel that has been by my side through good and tough. This was a huge challenge but this has been a family journey of growth, strength, perseverance, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My beautiful triplet humans...so incredibly blessed...so I honestly feel that I was the boss, I am the boss!
By Holly Allison-Kay5 years ago in Families
Connecting the Spoken and Written Word
Children need lots of concrete activities that connect the spoken and written words before they can be expected to learn to read. They need to see the connection between their own spoken words and those written on paper. Here are some of my favorite ideas for making those connections with children.
By Morgan Alber5 years ago in Families
How to cultivate an open brain in children - Read "How to make children self-motivated and active
When a child is tired and does not want to run, and says, "No one else is tired, so why are you tired", this is an instinctive response from the lower brain of the parent. Shaming and weakening the child's feelings will cause the child to lose all kinds of emotions, even empathy. A child cannot learn abilities beyond the cognitive range. If the upper brain (forehead to the back of the head) is used to accept the child's feelings and lovingly say, "It's true that you're tired, but we can train for a short time," the child will be brave enough to try in comprehensible communication.
By Maverickfo5 years ago in Families
How to Choose the Right Baby Monitor
A baby monitor is a device that lets you hear your baby as he or she sleeps. This has been a wonderful invention for parents who have trouble keeping track of their infants while they are sleeping. One great advantage of this type of monitoring is that the sound will be consistent no matter how much sleep your baby is getting. This is very important if you are trying to breastfeed your infant. If you cannot hear the baby moving and can't feel him or her, you may have problems getting up in the middle of the night to attend to your infant. With a baby monitor, you can get up and attend to your child at a time convenient to you.
By Amcrest Camera5 years ago in Families
For Aubrey
This story is actually a bit of a cheat. I have two mothers; my mother, Pam, and my stepmother, Barb. My relationships with them are a bit complicated, a little telenovel with a splash of Gilmore Girls, so instead, this story is about the lesson my daughter taught me.
By Melody Hoag5 years ago in Families
