I knew when I had a daughter that I’d one day have debates with her over clothes. I just didn’t know that it would start at age 4. My daughter already has a mind of her own, and she doesn’t think twice about sharing her opinions. My diva-in-training is quite fond of her dresses… so much...
Articles By: Holly Becker
Fashion Diva
Prison Break
At approximately 7 a.m. Thursday morning, a crime took place at my house. The culprit, a 28-lbs white male with blue eyes and curly blonde hair, was spotted in my bedroom.
My husband and I awoke to tiny footsteps that echoed like elephants running a sprint down the hallway. Soon after we heard giggles....
Tenth Anniversary
Last weekend my husband and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary with a child-free weekend away. Who would have ever thought when we got married in 2000 that we’d have three children by now?
I looked back at our premarital counseling booklet, and I had to laugh out loud. The booklet contained...
The Blame Game
I hear all kinds of entertaining tales from my four-year-old twins, and most of them are not even true.
At this age, they are masters of creative storytelling. They try to see what they can pull over on Mommy, and they like to make sure that someone else is to blame for any deed Mommy doesn’t like....
Mr. Clean
You can forget all the toys we have in our house. My 23-month-old son would rather play with the vacuum cleaner. In fact, Siler is pretty much obessed with the vacuum cleaner. I’m not exactly sure what he finds so appealing about the vacuum. Maybe he likes the loud noise that it makes, which is interesting...


We have one of those neighbors who goes all out for Halloween. She decorates her house outside and inside, spending the entire month of October adding to the spooky scenery until her haunted house is ready on October 31. This year’s props included haunting music, a strobe light, robotic...
Oh, what I’d give to live inside the mind of my 4-year-old daughter for just one day! I’m only privy to the excerpts of her thoughts as her imagination runs wild through play. I love listening in when she’s not aware that I’m there. I hear all kinds of interesting tales, many involving...
If there is an award for the slackiest parents of 2010, my husband and I should nominate ourselves. This weekend we gave our twins their birthday presents, which really wouldn’t be so bad if their birthday hadn’t been four months ago!
On Sept. 11, my baby turned two years old. In his two years of life, I’ve gotten used to hearing a slight gasp from many people when I say his birth date. Even before he was born, I got some interesting comments when I’d tell people I had a C-section scheduled for 9/11.
Lately I’ve felt like I’m trapped inside the children’s book “Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed.” Only in my version of the story, I have three monkeys, and my little monkeys are breaking their arms instead of bumping their heads.