Updated:

Nov 16, 2018

Original:

May 7, 2009

A Gift for Mom to Sit-a-Pon

Check out these step-by-step instruction to help you turn a daily newspaper and a tablecloth into something your mom can sit-a-pon.

Author:

Normal
0

false
false
false

MicrosoftInternetExplorer4

/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin:0in;
mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-ansi-language:#0400;
mso-fareast-language:#0400;
mso-bidi-language:#0400;}

Recommended for You

bigstock-Happy-Shouting-Self-confident--305142679

Aviva Atri 2

McDonald's phasing out antibiotics and soda

Sometimes the best gifts for mom are made by hand.

And it's even better if you can use something you already have around the house.

Check out these step-by-step instructions to help you turn a daily newspaper and a tablecloth into something your mom can sit-a-pon.

Longtime York County, Pa., photographer Bil Bowden has learned a lot over the years, and, lucky for you, he’s willing to share his secret: The Best Rice.

Image placeholder title

Sometimes the best gifts for mom are made by hand.

As a mother, most of my day is spent teaching, everything from how to zipper a jacket to why we say “thank you.” But I never realized just how much my children would teach me.

Add a colorful punch to your Fourth of July bash.

I have a theory about the folks at Disney. They don’t like women. And, more specifically, they don’t like moms.

Although I know I should send her back to her room, she looks so sweet with droopy eyes and disheveled hair. I can’t help but pull her into bed next to me.

Time can be my best friend and my worst enemy. When Mara wakes me at 4:30 a.m., I’m not a big fan. When I’m rocking on the front porch on a breezy summer afternoon with Mara on my lap, I’m happy for every second.

My usually bubbly girl stared out the window as I drove up Interstate 83. Her frown spoke volumes. I knew she didn’t want to go to the dentist. She had made that clear in the days leading up to the visit.

CLOSE

CLOSE

CLOSE

CLOSE