It can be done! Actual food — honest-to-goodness, from scratch, unprocessed food — can be served at a child’s birthday party, and it can be good, and the other kids and their families can eat it and enjoy it. I
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It’s my blogaversary! I can’t believe it, but exactly one year ago, I published the very first post here on Red, Round, or Green. So much has changed in my life since those beginning words that it’s hard to even
I’m feeling vindicated this evening. All the struggles we’ve had with L. and his weight…all the conversations and hoopla with his pediatrician…all the stress and worry and trying to stand up for our convictions and what we KNEW was right
As usual, blogger Bettina over at The Lunch Tray got me thinking today with her response to a widely circulated op-ed by the brilliant Mark Bittman. Bittman’s piece makes the impassioned — and well-reasoned, which is unusual when people start
Tonight I have to start by expressing my heartfelt thanks to everyone who read and commented on my last post, whether here on the blog, on my Facebook page, or in person. It meant a lot to me that so
Sure, there are a lot of news items that are hard to forget once you’ve heard them; terrible things happen every day. Children go missing and don’t come home. Widespread natural disasters and tragedies occur all around us. There are
There’s been much discussion/debate/right-fighting among parents, for many years now, about the idea of “sneaking” or “hiding” vegetables and fruits in children’s meals to get them to eat well. It seems to me, just on the surface, that there are
Farmer’s Market Haul, July 9 This is Saturday’s Farmer’s Market Haul. One of the best feelings in the world has got to be hearing a little voice insist, “I go to the Farmer’s Market, too, Mom!” P. was more than
Recently a faithful reader, Kim, commented that she enjoys getting perspectives on the weird and often frustrating things my kids do at the dinner table, because it helps her (as the mother of a toddler herself) remember that her own
The thermometer on the cooling device in my attic office currently reads 90 degrees. It’s not a long, contemplative blogging type of evening. Luckily, I don’t have to take much time to sound off about a particular abomination that was