My kids have no memory of St. Marks Basilica in Venice. They were far too busy chasing pigeons through the piazza to notice the buildings that surrounded them.

Written by Rebecca Tompkins

Regular readers of this blog will no doubt have noticed my fondness for wordy prefaces. Unlike me though it is, I think I'll let the following video speak for itself.

Written by Jamie Pearson

The first year we lived in England we told them that people didn't really trick-or-treat but it was like telling them that people didn't really eat or sleep. It was crazy talk.

Written by Jody Mace

My mother-in-law has a great story about my husband's brother, Tommy. Back when Tommy was about four years old, he took a shine to an elderly woman's cane during a trip to the library.

Written by Kayt Sukel

Would your kids love to stay in a haunted hotel? But you prefer a spa? You can do both at the Seaview Resort and Spa in Galloway, New Jersey. The hotel is offering a Halloween special with activities for all the family. If you can't make it, at least check out their creepy Hallo-Weekend ad

Written by Jane Rytina

It's only fair to warn you that the following video is:a) hopelessly amateurish, b) full of parrots, and c) significantly longer than 60 seconds. That said, my husband almost had a laughter-induced asthma attack playing with the freeze frame feature with the various clips.

Written by Jamie Pearson

On the first day of school last week, I caught up with a few friends at the PTA coffee. This was a thinly-disguised recruiting event, but frankly anyone who thinks I'm going to volunteer for lice check after spending 80 consecutive days with my offspring just doesn't know me very well. You're not alone.

Written by Jamie Pearson

We've been absolutely itching to post about the Happiest Place on Earth, but were waiting for exactly the right writer to come along. And now she has.

Written by Debbie Abrams Kaplan

Do you read Linda at All & Sundry? You should. But not when your mouth is full.

Written by Jamie Pearson

Two days before we left for London, my son Max discovered his first wiggly tooth. He was deliriously excited. He was also a little worried about logistics and---being a second-born child---fairness.

Written by Jamie Pearson