Young kids will always need some supervision in the kitchen. However, if you lay out the ingredients, it may be possible for them to complete a recipe from start to finish, depending on their attention spans. This recipe is delicious and involves no heat or sharp knives in the process. I believe it gives the kids a sense of pride to know that they can make recipe all by themselves, for the most part. My 3 1/2 year old had no trouble with this recipe (other than very sticky hands) and made the cookies in the photo above.

Since this recipe makes a lot of little cookies, I took some of the dough and made fancy looking truffles. No joke, they looked similar to ones I used to buy in a store in Paris when I lived overseas. It's a versatile recipe.

Ingredients:
3 1/2 cups of powdered sugar (almost one 16oz box)
3/4 cup of unsweetened cocoa powder, plus more for dusting
1 can of sweetened condensed milk (14oz)
3 tsp vanilla
1 1/2 cup coconut
1/2 cup pecan chips, or very finely chopped

It was 1933 when Winifred Steiner was finishing her studies Long Beach Community College in California. She wanted to go on to Berkeley to complete her BA, but she didn't have the money to pay for the difference after she was offered a scholarship that wasn't enough to cover all the expenses. Winnie thought her chances of finishing her four-year degree were over; until her adviser, Jessie Anderson, loaned her the $500 she needed.

It was one woman helping another woman.

When Winnie graduated from UCB two year later, she began to repay the loan. It took her three years to repay Anderson and a lifelong friendship had formed.

It was one woman supporting another woman.

When Anderson died in 1963, she bequeathed the exact amount she had loaned to Winnie 30 years earlier - $500. This gave Winnie an idea: Why not use the same $500 to help more women further their education?

In 1965, she used the bequest, increased with an additional gift from Anderson's widower, to

All of my kids are eight and under, so if you had asked me a week ago, I would have said I didn't need to worry too much about online safety. Our kids have their own user account. Their internet browser is loaded with bookmarks for sites that are safe and appropriate for them. Most of all, they have very little computer time, and the little time they do have is fairly closely monitored. No problem, right?

Well, it seemed like no problem until my eight-year-old came home from school with a project in progress that she wanted to finish. She assured me that she could just "Google" her topic so she didn't need any help from me. Right away alarm bells sounded in my head. She needed to know that unless she was on previously approved websites, she needed to have an adult sitting with her when she was on the internet.

I recognize that we are going to have more and more instances where my daughter will need the computer. We need better safety measures in place than just having an adult always

by: Kristina Rust

I thought we had good rules in place for online safety in my family but I recently found out despite our efforts to monitor our kids' online consumption, it only takes a few seconds for your 10 year old twins (along with their birthday party guests) to stumble upon an Andy Samberg song parody about sex on YouTube or your 11 year old daughter to unknowingly register herself for an online dating site (as well as send out spam invitations to all of her email contacts to also join).

Yes, this past month my eyes were opened to the harsh reality of how easy it is for kids to accidentally stumble upon adult related content no matter how many rules you have regarding Internet usage or what parental control software you have in place.

What I learned from these incidents is that wrong turns will happen on the information highway no matter how hard you try to prevent it. The key is using these bumps in the road as learning opportunities for your kids and

"Musing the kidzui web browserommy, may I use the computer to play my online games?"

That is a question I hear on a daily basis, from my five year old. I didn't use a computer until I was about fourteen years old and even then, I was just playing games from a 5-1/4" floppy disc. I hadn't heard of the internet and I didn't actually use it until I went to college in 1997. I started school in the spring, while my housemates had already been there for a semester. I remember going to the computer lab with them and watching as they "logged on" to the "world wide web". They had email accounts and chatted with other people online at a place called "The Park". This was all new to me at age eighteen. I was intrigued and I knew then that the internet was something very powerful.

Fast forward to the year 2011 and how far technology has advanced. Something like over 77% of the US population alone is "connected". We've virtually turned this very large world into a neighborhood. Mind boggling.

Our family is very much

Every time I see a teenager's head down tapping away on a cell phone, I shiver just a tish. I can't help but be haunted by a story I heard while at the Yahoo! Motherboard Summit last summer.

"If just one boy had hit delete my daughter might still be alive today."

She had a crush on a boy. Who didn't harbor crushes at 15? I'm not sure what transpired, but somehow the neural misfires that define our teenage years, combined with easy handheld technology, roused this girl to send a compromising photo of herself to said crush. Couple that with more neural misfires, a teenage boy's hormones on overdrive, a pinch of Big Man on Campus Syndrome, and you have a disastrous marriage of technology and teendom.

The boy didn't hit delete.

Instead he forwarded her photo...and so on and so on and so on. Pretty soon practically the whole school had seen THE PHOTO that was meant for one boy's eyes only. Back in the day if you showed a boy your boobs you were pretty

I was at a wedding shower luncheon recently and as usual when a bunch of women are gathered, the talk turned to underarm hair. How to get rid of it, how much we hate it, who invented it - like clockwork, right after salad and right before the main course we discussed these pressing issues. Then, one of the women commented that she had once seen a picture of Julia Roberts with a bushy armpit and remarked that, "It kind of made me gag." She said this with such drama, pausing and then closing her eyes and appearing to concentrate, like people do when they're either praying or passing gas.

A few of us came to Julia's defense, using the usual "It's European" argument or "Maybe her assistant forgot to shave her" theory. (Although, I noticed that everyone was careful not to raise their arms too high from that point on.) I though this was funny, mainly because this woman had such an intense reaction to Julia's hirsute pit, like the actress had gone out of her way to cause great agony and

My husband calls himself a geek. I guess that makes me Mrs. Geek. He is a computer programmer, and I am a self taught computer and gadget junkie. Together we ride the wave of electronics, internet and social media samplings, each more enticing than the next. In our spare time we instant message each other from across the room. On date night we go to the book store. With our computers. Romantic, no? He gets up to browse the programming section while I, glued to Facebook or a blog writing project, cozy up to my wireless mouse. We understand each other.

Why then, were we shocked to see our toddlers, all three of them, figuring out how to access YouTube, Angry Birds, Pandora and more - on the phone, the iPad and the computer.

At first we were so proud.

"Look at that!" we exclaimed, as our two year old easily navigated the on/off button of the iPad.

"Ohhh, how cute is she!" we remarked, as our other two year old found her way into YouTube and shrieked with