Andrea Wada Davies
Andrea Wada Davies is a writer, actor, and comedian who grew up on a potato farm in Idaho where she and her Japanese-American family ate either potatoes or rice every day. She blogs for BabyZone, Mom.me, and her own blog, The Evolution of Annie. Andrea spent six years dating in L.A as a single mom to her son. Once she decided to settle down and get serious, she met her husband while playing beer pong in Vegas. They were married (not by Elvis), had a baby, and now all four of them reside in Los Angeles together. She can currently be seen on NickMom pulling hidden-camera pranks on Parental Discretion with Stefanie Wilder-Taylor.
Want to work out, but hate the monotony of that elliptical machine or running on the treadmill while alternately watching “The Price is Right” on one monitor and “Kelly and Michael” on the other? Need a new, unique take on burning calories? Try one of these 6 unique and unconventional ways to exercise.
My daughter Stella is 14-months, and she is slowly adding words to her vocabulary. She can tell us “hi” and “bye” in that sweet, little voice and we cannot help but melt. And she can turn us into puddy in her hands with her “peez” and “tank too.” And yes, she can also deafen us and drive us to that bottle of Motrin with that “NOOOOO” accompanied with those fun tantrumy screams and wails. She is learning to express herself more and more each day. And though she can’t yet say “I love you”, she lets us know in so many other ways. From a simple smile to a hug attack. And we are definitely feeling the love.
For me, and many formerly childless adults, Valentine’s Day used to be a big production involving roses, fancy restaurants, and perhaps a pricey gift. However, now that I have kids, and especially a 14-month-old, I appreciate different tokens, different gestures of love. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to receive the earrings or eat the charcoal grilled wild French turbot, it’s just that priorities and responsibilities in my life have changed, and there are other, quite simple ways my husband can romance me.
Toddlers love a lot of things. They love books. They love to dance. They love commandeering your smart phone. And they love to create. Help your toddler get in on the Valentine’s Day fun with one of these 10 sweet, Valentine crafts.
Love is in the air. Show your toddler that she’s your little valentine every day of the year by reading her one of these 10 books about love.
The Associated Press has recently reported that toddlers are obsessed with taking selfies. Yup, itty bitty humans of only a couple years old are grabbing at their parents’ iPhones eager to take photos of themselves. If you are a parent, and you have an iPhone, it’s likely that you have either watched your child try to work the camera or have found your little one’s blurred self-portraits hiding in your photo library.
This time of year, we’ve all got football on the mind. You’re hanging your team flags, you’re wearing your jerseys, you’re making that famous Game Day dip. Yes, you love football! Want to incorporate your love of the game into your baby’s nursery? Check out these fun nursery decor ideas.
What will my daughter decide to do when she grows up? Sure, my baby is only 14 months old, but it’s not uncommon for parents to think about their child’s future, no matter how young she is. Well, if I had to predict what careers would be good a fit for my daughter based on her skills and personality at this very moment, I would say it would be one of these 5 professions.
I’m near tears. OK, I lie. I’m in tears. Sitting on the floor in a yoga child’s pose with my forehead on the floor, but without the yoga. I am exhausted, overwhelmed and trying to get over this croupy cough that will not go away. Both my 11-year-old and my 14-month-old are sick. My house looks like a bomb site—the laundry is making its way across my room like molten lava ready to smother me. I am tempted to shimmy underneath a pile of dirty jeans to nap. But I can’t. Nap, that is. Or do the laundry, for that matter. There’s too much to do. I have sick children to tend to. I’ve been working from home for the past two days. And that means busting my butt in the 10 minutes here and there that present themselves, well, never. My other writing jobs are piling up. And the baby just won’t stop crying. It makes me so sad for her, and it also makes me want to lose my freaking mind. Oh yeah, and I am having my period. I let out a whimper and more tears fall.