Making the Little Years Easier

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  8 Easy Ways to Become a More Playful Mom
  Simple ways to bring more laughter, imagination, and joy into everyday moments with your child. There’s something funny about motherhood. Before I had children, I thought of myself as a fairly playful person. I could laugh at ridiculous things, sing along while cooking, and occasionally have entire conversations with myself in the grocery store. Then I became a mom. Suddenly, I was the woman constantly reminding someone not to run,…
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  13 Things Children Never Forgive Their Parents
  There are things parents forget the moment the bedroom door closes. But the child may go on remembering, years afterward. A broken glass, and a scolding. A family dinner, and the grown-ups laughing because the child cried. A trip that was promised and never came. A story from school the child wanted to tell, and a mother glancing at her phone, saying, “Maybe later.” To you, these are small things….
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  How to Get Your Child to Listen the First Time
  There have been evenings when one small thing was enough to push me over the edge. Toys were scattered across the living room. Dinner was waiting in the kitchen. I had already asked my child to put the toys away, but the playing continued. I asked again. Then a third time. By the fourth, my voice no longer sounded like a reminder. It sounded like an accusation. What bothered me…
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  Thanksgiving With Toddlers: Lowering the Bar on Purpose
  You don’t need a picture-perfect holiday to make beautiful family memories. Sometimes, a little less expectation is exactly what the day needs. There is a version of Thanksgiving that lives in my head. The table is beautifully set. The turkey comes out golden and perfectly cooked. Everyone gathers around, smiling for a family photo. The children sit politely, say thank you, try a little of everything, and somehow manage not…
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  How to Put a Toddler to Sleep Fast: 9 Gentle Tricks That Actually Help
  The bear book has now been read three times. Your child pulls the blanket up to their chin and burrows into the pillow. You tuck the blanket back in, lean down to kiss their forehead, and step out. The door is barely pulled to when little feet come padding across the wood floor. “Mommy, I’m thirsty.” You turn back and stand in the doorway, trying to keep your voice level….