Bringing your dog or puppy to a public setting is a great way to help him socialize, build confidence, and gain better manners and control. The dog or puppy is introduced to all the fun things life has to offer. During a recent training lesson, I took five month-old Cora, a Labrador retriever puppy, to an outdoor shopping area for a meet and greet. Skateboards, food stands, and running kids all competed for her attention, but when a group of four young squealing girls ran straight up to her and put their hands on her all at once, Cora cowered.FEATURED VIDEO
I asked the girls to back up so we could start over. I gave each girl a treat to offer the puppy. One at a time, they crouched down sideways so Cora could approach from the side at her own pace. Each girl took a turn at this, offering a treat and keeping her hands down so Cora could decide how much or how little direct contact she wanted. At first, Cora came up cautiously, but after gobbling a couple of treats, she was fully recovered from the surprise and licking each girl’s face in turn…
When it comes to holiday gifts, we know what you really want, mama. A full night's sleep. Privacy in the bathroom. The opportunity to eat your dinner while it's still hot. Time to wash—and dry!—your hair. A complete wardrobe refresh.
While we can't help with everything on your list (we're still trying to figure out how to get some extra zzz's ourselves), here are 14 gift ideas that'll make you look, if not feel, like a whole new woman. Even when you're sleep deprived.
Gap Cable-Knit Turtleneck Sweater
When winter hits, one of our go-to outfits will be this tunic-length sweater and a pair of leggings. Warm and everyday-friendly, we can get behind that.
Gap Cigarette Jeans
These high-waisted straight-leg jeans have secret smoothing panels to hide any lumps and bumps (because really, we've all got 'em).
Tiny Tags Gold Skinny Bar Necklace
Whether engraved with a child's name or date of birth, this personalized necklace will become your go-to piece of everyday jewelry.
Gap Brushed Pointelle Crew
This wear-with-anything soft pink sweater with delicate eyelet details can be dressed up for work or dressed down for weekend time with the family. Versatility for the win!
Gap Flannel Pajama Set
For mamas who sleep warm, this PJ set offers the best of both worlds: cozy flannel and comfy shorts. Plus, it comes with a coordinating eye mask for a blissed-out slumber.
Spafinder Gift Card
You can't give the gift of relaxation, per say, but you can give a gift certificate for a massage or spa service, and that's close enough!
Gap Stripe Long Sleeve Crewneck
This featherweight long-sleeve tee is the perfect layering piece under hoodies, cardigans, and blazers.
Gap Chenille Smartphone Gloves
Gone are the days of removing toasty gloves before accessing our touchscreen devices—thank goodness!
Ember Temperature Control Smart Mug
Make multiple trips to the microwave a thing of the past with a app-controlled smart mug that'll keep your coffee or tea at the exact temperature you prefer for up to an hour.
Gap Flannel Shirt
Our new favorite flannel boasts an easy-to-wear drapey fit and a flattering curved shirttail hem.
Gap Sherpa-Lined Denim Jacket
Stay warm while looking cool in this iconic jean jacket, featuring teddy bear-soft fleece lining and a trendy oversized fit.
Gap Crazy Stripe Scarf
Practical and stylish, this cozy scarf adds a pop of color—well, colors—to any winter ensemble.
Nixplay Seed Frame
This digital picture frame is perfect for mamas who stay up late scrolling through their phone's photo album to glimpse their kiddos being adorable. By sending them to this smart frame to view throughout the day, you can get a few extra minutes of sleep at night!
Gap Crewneck Sweater
Busy mamas will appreciate that this supersoft, super versatile Merino wool sweater is machine washable.
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I walked out of my doctor's office and the New Mexican sun was blinding. Its rays shined too brightly on my reality, or at least what I thought was my new reality.
The doctor had just told me my unborn son had Down syndrome. "At worst he'll never feed himself and at best he'll mop the floors of a fast-food restaurant one day," the doctor unkindly said to me while I clutched my bulging midsection with one hand and wiped a tear away with the other.
At night I was exhausted from pregnancy and could normally fall asleep with ease. But then morning would come and I was faced with my reality all over again—that's when the tears would start. Getting out of bed was the hardest task I did each day. One morning my mom had to pull the covers off of me, she turned on the shower and then brushed my hair because I couldn't do it.
The first 27 years of my life went just as I planned. I worked in the field I had dreamed of as a TV News Anchor, I married the love of my life, I had a daughter, I was having a son. But the doctor made me believe this new child would have a life not worth living, so I grieved like a death had taken place. I grieved for him but I mostly grieved for myself. I thought my life had shattered; I was left walking barefoot in the shards of the unexpected.
The grief had passed, I was starting to see how the doctor boxed in my son's life based on his own outdated notions and biases, but I believed him because I unknowingly had my own. I was consumed by all I thought my child wouldn't be able to do instead of thinking about all he could do. Even after the grief fog had lifted, I realized I still had a lot of work to do in how I viewed disability and my son's life. I needed a better telescope.
Through research and new relationships, I realized disability isn't always something someone has, but instead is a large part of who someone is. I didn't want my son to be defined by Down syndrome, and slowly I realized that was my own bias, my unknown ableism, working against him. I learned about school inclusion, how special education is not a location where children are sent, but a service meant to come to the child. I started getting involved in the Down Syndrome Diagnosis Network—an organization aimed at changing diagnosis experiences like the one I had. As the love for my son grew deeper, so did I.
However, it would take me a bit longer to realize I not only needed to broaden my horizons in how I viewed disability and how I viewed my son but myself. My life. It would take me a while to realize I had boxed myself in.
The view I once had of my life was not the only life that was possible. I thought the way to happiness meant: a TV career, a husband and 3.5 typically developing children. I had such a narrow view of success and the potential life had for me. It took being hit by the unexpected to open up my worldview.
I once thought life was about checking as many boxes as possible and grabbing as much happiness along the way. I have since come to learn a good life is one full of love and purpose and my child with Down syndrome has given me both. I see how he has had a trickle-down effect on our family. His sister is more empathetic than others her age, his pre-teen cousins are concerned with social justice in ways most haven't yet awoken to. I thought Down syndrome was darkness, instead, it is light. Through it, I and those who know my son can see the world more clearly.
What I initially thought was the worst thing ever ended up being an unexpected life lesson. What I once thought was a tragedy, ended up being a blessing. Without Down syndrome, he wouldn't be who he is. Without my child with Down syndrome, I wouldn't be who I am— changed.
My unexpected motherhood opened me up to possibilities I never thought possible.
It took the unexpected to ignite a new passion, a new fire, inside of me. I thought the pain, the unexpected element introduced in my life, meant my life was ending. I thought my life had shattered, but instead, the baby inside of me was slowly pulling everything into place. He gave me a new and better beginning.
As life begins to speed up this holiday season, it's important to unwind from the hustle and bustle with a celebration with friends and family. A good drink can add a festive touch while warming you up and refreshing your palate. Whether you're a bartender in the making or a novice, we've got you covered.
If you're a mixologist, dive in and enjoy crafting these tasty cocktails. Feel free to get fancy and add your own twist to the recipes. If you're a newbie, know that you don't have to be a bartender to whip up tasty drinks this year. Follow each recipe step by step and spend more time enjoying the holiday. Cheers!
Here are nine easy to make cocktails to enjoy (and impress your guests) this holiday season:
Zesty diplo cider
- 2 oz Diplomatico Mantuano Rum
- ¾ cups water
- lemon spice tea bag
- 1 oz apple cider
- 1 tbsp brown sugar
- cinnamon stick
- lemon slice
- Bring water to boil in saucepan; toss in lemon spice tea bag and steep for 5 minutes.
- Remove bag and stir in sugar, apple cider, Diplomatico Mantuano Rum and cinnamon stick.
- Heat just to steaming.
- Garnish with cinnamon stick and lemon slice. Optional: add ½ tsp of butter to mug.
Apple cinnamon daiquiri
- 2 oz Diplomatico Planas Rum
- ½ oz Apple Schnapps
- ¼ oz Cinnamon Schnapps
- ½ oz Freshly squeezed lime juice
- ¾ oz Pressed apple juice
- Shake all ingredients with ice and fine strain into a chilled glass.
- Garnish with a cinnamon stick or apple wedge.
Prepare to be empressed
- 1.5oz Empress 1908
- .25oz Italicu
- .5oz lime Juice
- .5oz rosemary-infused simple syrup
- Shake ingredients on ice, strain into a chilled coupe.
- Garnish with a sprig of rosemary.
Spiced old fashioned
- 2 oz Partida Añejo
- 2 Bar spoons of Maple syrup
- 2 Slices of Fresno Chili's Dash Angostura Bitters
- Orange Peel
- In an old-fashioned glass muddle the fresno chili slices, bitters and maple syrup.
- Add ice and Partida Añejo.
- Stir to mix all ingredients.
- Garnish with an orange twist.
- 1 ½ oz Boissiere Sweet Vermouth
- 1 ½ oz Campari
- Build directly in a highball glass on the rocks.
- Top with soda.
- Garnish with an orange slice.
Pumpkin pie martini
- 2 oz Jaisalmer Indian Gin
- 1 oz Dos Maderas Rum
- ½ oz Half and Half
- 2 Tbsp Pumpkin Puree (canned or homemade)
- 1 oz Maple Syrup
- ¼ tsp Pure Vanilla Extract
- 3 Ice Cubes
- Maple Syrup
- 1 Graham Cracker
- ½ tsp Cinnamon
- 1 tbsp Granulated Sugar
For the Rim:
- Crush graham cracker in a Ziploc bag or food processor until it resembles sand.
- Stir in the cinnamon and sugar. Line the rim of a martini glass with maple syrup.
- Dip/roll in the cracker mix. Set aside.
For the Martini:
- In a cocktail shaker, combine the ice and remaining cocktail ingredients.
- Shake vigorously until shaker chilled to the touch.
- Strain and pour cocktail into the prepared martini glass.
- Garnish with a cinnamon stick and nutmeg.
Peach tree old fashioned
- 2 oz. Peerless Rye
- 1 tsp. Barrel-Aged Maple Syrup
- 4 Large Peach Slices
- 2 Dashes Black Walnut Bitters
- Orchid for Garnish
- Muddle two peach slices in a mixing glass, add all other ingredients and stir with ice for about 15 seconds.
- Double fine strain into a rocks glass full of crushed ice and garnish with remaining peach slices and orchid.
East Indian gimlet
- 1.5oz Jaisalmer Gin
- 1.5oz lime juice
- .75oz Ginger Simple Syrup
- ¾ cup sugar
- ¼ cup chopped peeled ginger
- .25oz St. Germain
- 2 sprigs fresh rosemary, for garnish
For the Ginger Simple Syrup:
- Bring sugar, ginger, and ¾ cup water to a boil in a small saucepan, stirring to dissolve sugar.
- Remove from heat and let sit 20 minutes.
- Strain into a jar, cover and chill.
For the cocktail:
- Fill a cocktail shaker with ice.
- Pour in the gin, lime juice and ginger syrup.
- Shake until well chilled. Strain into cocktail glass.
- Garnish with fresh rosemary.
Congrats, you're expecting! You're excited about the tiny bundle of joy growing in your womb, and you're reading through the Google search results to prepare for this new adventure. You planned out the music to play when laboring (Enya is relaxing). You have your stretchy pants picked out for post-labor comfort, and are plotting out which brand of lavender aromatherapy you'll use to ease your labor pains. You may also be planning to breastfeed.
This is where I burst your bubble. The number one rule of parenthood that you will soon learn is that you can't plan for everything, and, most of the time, you can't really plan for much of anything.
No matter how many adorable, organic cotton onesies you order from that boutique you fell in love with on that trip to Laos, your baby will spit up on all of them and you will end up buying cheap onesies in bulk. You may end up taking all the medicine you said you'd never take during labor or welcome baby into the world via a C-section.
And your plans might go out the window when you're faced with real-time decisions that you didn't think to Google. Breastfeeding is one of those things that might not always go as planned.
And yet, as with many of the surprises parenthood brings, I'm here to tell you it will be okay.
Many expecting moms want to breastfeed. After all, society says breast is best, but few people tell you just how hard it can be. And no one stops to think that using hyperboles like "liquid gold" to describe breast milk is a huge disservice to the many who end up not being able to or who really don't want to breastfeed.
You might have a nurse in the hospital who puts baby on your nipple and tries to teach them how to latch. But when it's 2 a.m. and your 1-day-old baby is screaming with hunger and you're not producing enough milk to satisfy them (and baby is not remembering the lesson from the nurse earlier in the day), the whole breastfeeding thing can feel less like the euphoric bonding experience you preemptively imagined and more like a gut-wrenching impossibility that makes you want to rip all of your hair out of your head.
But you refrain from ripping all of your hair out of your head. Mostly because too many other parts of your body already hurt. And that would require more energy than you have.
You might take all the herbs and pay all the certified lactations consultants and attend all the La Leche meetings, and yet, it's still not happening. Maybe baby isn't latching. Maybe it simply doesn't feel good. Maybe your breast milk doesn't agree with baby. Maybe you bought all the pumping accoutrement and try all of the elimination diet suggestions until you're practically eating just lettuce and iced water exclusively, but baby is still gassy and fussy and sick. Maybe you just don't want to breastfeed. It's your body, after all. They're your precious breasts.
You have a right to do what you want with them and you shouldn't feel pressure to use them to nourish the next generation if that makes you feel uncomfortable. Or if you have to return to work sooner than Mother Nature intended and you don't want to risk leaking during important meetings, or stopping to pump every three hours. All of these things happened to me, and they happen to a lot of us. And it's not the end of the world.
So I'm here to tell you it's okay if breastfeeding doesn't work out.
I know you may feel shame or a sense of failure. You may fear that your baby will get more ear infections, or be overweight, or that you won't bond as strongly, or they'll miss out on all of the other benefits of breastfeeding.
I experienced all of the feelings of guilt and remorse when breastfeeding didn't work out for me and my little one. I felt like I did something wrong and was failing my child. But the truth is whether you breastfeed or formula feed, it's unlikely to have a discernible effect on your child's long-term health or wellbeing. In fact, studies indicate breastfed babies do not have a cognitive advantage over other children.
Worrying about the fact that you're a failed breastfeeder could, though, have a negative impact on your own mental health. One study found that women who planned to breastfeed but were not able to were twice as likely to suffer from postpartum depression as women who were able to feed their babies as planned.
So how do you deal with these feelings? Perspective helps. There are generations of human beings, namely the majority of those born in the decades of the '50s, '60s, '70s, '80s, and even '90s, who were exclusive formula babies. Our moms didn't breastfeed because they were taught formula was the preferred, "healthier" alternative, and it didn't require tiny humans hanging off their bodies all day, which must have been a revelation at the time.
Social pressure to breastfeed places undue pressure on new moms to produce or fail your baby. It comes from online forums and social media groups, and even from doctors and other professionals. I have seen new moms going to great lengths to avoid supplementing with formula, out of the misguided belief that it's somehow wrong or because they'd been made to feel that doing so would mean "throwing in the towel."
All that matters is that baby gets fed. It doesn't matter how that happens. Whether you feed your baby breast milk or formula, the only thing that's important is that baby is getting the nourishment they need.
When I finally gave up trying to feed my baby my milk, I ended up donating nearly 1,000 ounces of pumped milk to a mom who wasn't able to produce her own milk and had a sick, underweight baby who could only tolerate breast milk.
In the end, I was able to feed my healthy baby with formula that suited him best, and I helped someone else's baby thrive. When I was finally able to get over my guilt and disappointment in not being able to breastfeed, I realized that some might not call that a failure at all; in fact, some might see it as twice as successful.
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After months of morning sickness, swollen feet, and midnight chocolate cravings, I finally met my little guy. Yes, he looks so much like his dad, but his dinosaur screams when he is hungry are definitely my contribution to the gene pool. I couldn't help but feel proud.
But those feelings were quickly replaced by fear.
I lost my mom almost seven years ago. I was barely 21 and not yet out of college. My life was never the same. My mom was everything a mother is supposed to be. She was loving, kind and a pillar of strength. She was all those things and more; I had to learn to live without her.
Over the course of the last few years, there have been tears, there has been pain and important life events have been missed. In each instance, I have found a way to be strong. To tell myself that she would be proud of the woman I have grown into.
But this time it's different. I am a mom now. I have a better understanding of her as a woman and mother. There so many questions I would love to ask her but can't. Was she this scared too? Was she constantly checking to see if I was breathing? Did the sleep deprivation give her terrible baby brain? (I legit go to the fridge 60 times a day).
I will never know.
So, I decided to approach this new chapter in my life the same way I have approached other life events without my mother; embracing the love and care of other women in my life. I decided not to dwell on what could have been but dwell on what is there.
In my eighth month of pregnancy, my younger sister stayed with us for six weeks. She proved to be a gem. She cooked all the food I love and made sure I went for work with a lovely packed lunch every day. My baby and I loved it! (I could tell because of all the jumps in my tummy)
In my ninth month of pregnancy, I asked my grandmother and mother-in-law to stay with us until my delivery. We spent our days discussing womanhood and how things have changed for women in the last few decades. Our talks were empowering, honest and even funny. They helped prepare my mind for labor and they even offered to labor on my behalf (I wish they could've)
The day I went into labor, two aunts were with me at the hospital. One held my hand until I didn't want to be touched anymore. The other gave me a hot bath upon delivery. They offered to stay with me for the night so that my husband could catch his much-needed rest.
The women in my life did their best to ensure I was mothered and I am so grateful.
Every day I live my life with the bits of wisdom my mother left me. I still miss her terribly, but I don't feel alone. I have wonderful women in my life who remind me every day that I'm not.