Surprise... I wanted to send you a little treat — a free preview of my new Valentine’s resource! 🥰 Whether you grab the full set or not, I hope this brings some fun to your home: My Funny Valentine FREE PREVIEW.pdf If you do want the whole thing, today’s the perfect time to grab it so you’re ready to kick off “Fun February” tomorrow! Tap here for the full version. Thank you for being part of this community! Wishing your family a February full of love and laughter. Love, Mia More from Playful Heart Parenting: Little Moments for Big Laughs: Quick, super-easy ideas to connect with your kids through silliness and laughter!
Pretend Play Pro: How to stop dreading pretend play and start using it as your parenting superpower. Simple concepts, theatre-inspired techniques, and easy-to-remember formulas to make pretend play actually enjoyable and rewarding for YOU.
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I'm a mom, stepmom, and theatre educator who helps parents connect with their children by accessing their silly side! No messy arts and crafts, complicated activities, or sensory bins here -- just easy, simple, silly moments to share as a family. Short weekly emails include free resources, exclusive discounts, inspiration, playful tips, and easy game ideas.
"STOP!" I roared at my son... ...the kind of roar that’s usually reserved for the dog these days (anyone else relate to "dog rage" after becoming a mom?) I had felt it boiling up in the minutes and hours leading up to it. My mother-in-law was visiting for the weekend. My baby was either teething or reacting to a change in my diet. My three-year-old was being, well, three. And I had planned to get a bunch of work done — until my husband came down with a stomach bug and quarantined himself in...
Note: This email includes a story about a medical emergency and premature labor. Please read with care. “Mommy, what are you doing?!” my son sleepily giggled, confused. It was 2am, and I was stuffing two of his Pull-Ups into my pants because my water had just broken... at 33 weeks. We were heading to the hospital, and I was shaking with fear. My baby girl wasn’t supposed to arrive for another seven weeks, and I didn’t know what to expect other than what I was frantically googling. I mustered...
Back in July, I was spending 8 hours a day by my newborn daughter's bassinet in the NICU. She had come six weeks early, and sleeping was her full-time job. I’d hold her for most of those hours, stepping away only to scarf down a granola bar or rush to the bathroom. By the end of each day, my body ached from sitting, and my heart ached (huge understatement) as I dragged myself out of that building without her. While I was there, my heart also longed for my toddler son. I’d promised myself we’d...