AleksandarNakic/E+/Getty Images It started when I was a kid. After my siblings and I stopped believing in Santa, our Christmas presents would be labeled, “From Mom & Dad” — in my mom’s handwriting, of course. And while I was pretty aware that my mom was fully in charge of the Christmas magic in my house...
ProfessionalStudioImages/E+/Getty Images If anyone needs to be celebrated in the month of December, it’s the caregivers. Being a mom of two, I understand the pressure we endure during the holiday season. There’s decorating the house, fulfilling Christmas lists, participating in the dreaded school themed dress-up weeks, baking cookies, and wrapping all the gifts. It’s challenging....
Ariela Basson/Scary Mommy; Shutterstock, Stocksy I’m a little late to the holiday decorating game; a week into December and I am frantically rummaging around my attic to find all the boxes I could have sworn I labeled last year. But it’s not surprising, because with four kids, a dog, a change of season and a...
Cavan Images/Cavan/Getty Images I ran out of hiding spots for Hanukkah presents last year. When my boys were young, I hid them in the coat closet, then our basement storage room, and eventually, I stashed them behind our living room couch. But nothing gets past my older son — he found them every year. Each...