Activities & Learning

It was a gorgeous Saturday morning—sunny, breezy, perfect weather. And where were my kids? Glued to their tablets, asking for “just five more minutes” of screen time that had already turned into an hour. I looked out the window at our completely empty backyard and felt this wave of guilt wash over me. When did

It was Day 3 of summer vacation when my 7-year-old looked at me with those big, expectant eyes and said, “So what are we doing today?” I panicked. We had 10 weeks of summer stretching ahead of us, my Pinterest board was full of elaborate craft projects I’d never actually attempt, and my bank account

Last Tuesday, my 5-year-old asked for the iPad for the third time before 10 a.m., and I almost caved. Almost. Instead, I pulled out some glue, salt, and watercolors—three things I already had in my pantry—and suggested we “make magic.” I expected her to last maybe ten minutes before wandering off. She worked on her

Last Tuesday, I thought it would be brilliant to try that classic baking soda volcano with my six-year-old. You know, the one that’s supposed to teach kids about chemical reactions and make you look like Mom of the Year? Yeah, it exploded all over my freshly cleaned kitchen counter, dripped onto the floor, and my

I’ll never forget the day my then-4-year-old declared she was “bored” for the 47th time during a 20-minute car ride. I was out of snack bribes and patience, so I blurted out, “Okay, would you rather have purple hair or green hair?” Her eyes lit up, she giggled, and suddenly we were having an actual

It was 2:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday when my six-year-old looked at me with those big, desperate eyes and said, “Mom, I’m bored.” For the third time that hour. I’d already exhausted my usual go-to suggestions, and honestly? I was running on fumes myself. That’s when I realized I needed more than just a

Last Tuesday, I was stuck in carpool line traffic with three restless kids in the backseat. My daughter kept kicking the seat, my son was whining about being hungry, and I could feel my patience slipping. Then I remembered something my mom used to do when I was little—riddles. I threw out a simple one:

I’ll never forget the car ride when my kids stopped fighting long enough to ask, “Mom, can we play that trivia game again?” After two hours of bickering over whose turn it was to pick the music, trivia for kids turned everything around. Suddenly, they were laughing, thinking, learning, and actually enjoying time together. That’s