Dream Patio Ideas for Busy Family Homes
I still remember the first warm Saturday when our kids, ages eight and ten, dragged sleeping bags out to the patio and declared it a...


















I still remember the first warm Saturday when our kids, ages eight and ten, dragged sleeping bags out to the patio and declared it a...
I still remember the first summer my boys insisted on setting up a lemonade stand out front; they were eight and ten, sticky fingers and...
I still remember the spring my son learned to ride a bike on the cracked concrete beside our patio while my daughter set up a...
I still remember the first slow Saturday after school drop-off when the kids were tiny, and the neighborhood smelled like someone baking cinnamon rolls. Now,...
I still remember coming home with two sleepy kids buckled in the backseat, backpacks trailing crumbs and a stack of library books, while Mrs. Harper...
I still remember the first summer we moved into this little suburban street: the kids—now 8 and 11—riding bikes while I unpacked a box of...
I still remember the summer my kids learned to ride their bikes without training wheels on our cracked driveway while Mrs. Alvarez from next door...
I used to think my afternoons would always be a blur of homework, snacks and neighborhood playdates, but lately I find myself pausing at the...
I was folding laundry when my ten-year-old and eight-year-old started arguing over who gets the heart-shaped cookie cutter, and for a minute I remembered all...
I used to stand at my kitchen counter with a mug cooling in my hands, watching my two kids, ages 8 and 11, race the...
I still laugh when I think about the time my neighbor, Karen, stopped by with muffins and commented that our kitchen looked like it belonged...
I used to pour cereal at the counter while signing permission slips, watching the light change across the cabinets and thinking about how our house...