For moms in Savannah and the Coastal Empire


If you come to my home this December

by Kelly Bringman on Mon, 12/10/2012 - 10:52am

If you come to my home this December, you will see that we decorated my Christmas tree with the assistance of my 6 year old daughter and 1 year old son. Our decorations are modified this year.

March Mommy and Me at the UGA Aquarium

March Mommy and Me at the UGA Aquarium

by kpaquin on Thu, 02/23/2012 - 11:08am

Mar. 3, 10, 24 & 31, 2012
Time: 10 - 10:45 am

My 2-year-old's orange obsession

by Traci Schumacher on Fri, 01/20/2012 - 12:34am

Does your child have a favorite color? My 2-year-old's favorite color is orange (much to the chagrin of my Georgia Bulldog husband!). Given a choice of crayons, my little guy picks orange. He has been known to color entire pictures orange. If I let him, he would wear his orange shirt every day. And he has two pairs of orange socks that he always wants to wear.

At my wit's end over my picky eater

by Traci Schumacher on Tue, 05/24/2011 - 2:31pm

It's 7:30 pm and my 2-year-old is demanding, “pancake!” Yes, he is hungry because he hardly ate any dinner, which is all too common for this little guy.

From birth, my third child has had issues with eating. He required supplemental cup-feeding while he learned how to breastfeed properly. Then he resisted solid foods so adamantly that we finally caved in and offered him all sorts of junk food just to get him eating something. (He would literally scream and cry if a piece of unwanted food – meat, veggies, fruit, pasta - was placed in front of him.)

Adventures with a free range toddler

by Traci Schumacher on Fri, 04/01/2011 - 2:26pm

As I was dropping off my son at preschool this morning, I decided to let my toddler walk instead of ride in the stroller. He's almost two, and we were early so there was plenty of time.

My little guy was delighted by his new found freedom, and began our journey with a bounce in his step. Of course, we had to stop and examine several leaves and sticks along our path, but we finally made it into the building.

Locked Out By My Toddler

by Traci Schumacher on Mon, 03/14/2011 - 11:35am

It was a cool, sunny morning, and my toddler and I were home together. He was playing happily, so I grabbed the full kitchen trash bag and scooted out the back door to put it in the garbage can. I was back within a minute, grabbed the doorknob to open the door, and found the door locked. I tried the door again in disbelief, but it was really locked!

Toddler Talk

by Traci Schumacher on Wed, 02/09/2011 - 11:06pm

What language does your family speak? English? Spanish? Toddlerese?

I love it when the little ones are learning to talk. They come up with such cute ways of saying things. For example, for the word “yes” my toddler says “ah.” Not sure why, and an outsider would not know what he means by it, but in the context of our family we all know what “ah” means. We've even started to use it ourselves.

Siblings Adjust to Sharing a Room

by Traci Schumacher on Mon, 01/24/2011 - 12:23pm

This weekend we moved my toddler's crib out of our bedroom so that he can share a room with our 4-year-old son. After nearly 21 months, I finally have my bedroom back!

When our littlest guy was born, I wanted to keep him close, which also made breastfeeding in the middle of the night much easier. Later we worried about getting the timing right in order to avoid causing resentment in our older son. Anyway, time goes by, and before you know it, the child is almost 21 months old!

What Is Your Favorite Child Age?

by Traci Schumacher on Thu, 01/13/2011 - 11:24pm

My favorite child age so far has to be the 15-month to 3-year range. They are just as cute as a button, do such silly things, are clueless and inquisitive and learning to talk. Not to mention you can still just pick them up and easily move them where you want them, as needed!

"I Thought He Was With You"

by Traci Schumacher on Wed, 11/17/2010 - 10:55am

Have you ever had one of those I-thought-he-was-with-you moments regarding your child? Well, recently I sent my toddler to the living room to play with Daddy, and then lovingly locked him out of the computer room so I could get a few things done.

After a while I emerged, walked to the living room, looked around and, not seeing the little guy, asked my husband where he was. My question was met with a blank stare and “I thought he was with you.” No, I assured my husband that he was not with me; our toddler was supposed to be with Daddy.

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