tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52749333758908345352024-03-06T01:11:51.968-08:00Home with the KidsFind that you aren't alone in the inner workings of parenthood. The up's, the down's, the fun, and the bad.
Also, find kid-tested and mom-approved product reviews. I am an avid review searcher. When I am buying a product, I want to make sure it works, and I expect good reviews. What better way to make a decision on a new product than to find products that are reviewer approved.Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-5463885795621848852012-09-17T03:12:00.001-07:002012-09-17T03:12:50.633-07:00Sports Widow<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now that football is in full affect, you hear many women discuss how they have become a "sports widow." Well, I am no different. Although, I think for almost every season I am the unenviable sports widow. In this house, Pac-Man dictates almost every sports team we support, lol.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Let's start the widow status in Spring. Spring is a time of newness, green, life, and just good feelings as we shake dreary winter off our heals. It is also when I become a widow to baseball.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Watching the Boston Red Sox play baseball, or any team for that matter, for me is the equivalent to watching paint try. The pitcher throws a ball, the batter tries to hit it. Clearly, this is not an easy task, which is evident by the low scores that determine who wins. I rarely see scores that enter the double digit range.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>After losing Pac-Man to baseball for much of Spring and Summer, we again lose him in the fall to football. Now we are all red, white, and blue as we cheer on the Patriots. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is actually a sport I can get into. I love watching football, I just prefer to watch college football. There's excitement, despite the mundane task of trying to score with an egg shaped ball. Here we have big burly men tackling each other and fighting each other, trying to keep the other team from scoring. Much more adrenaline pumping than the mundane monotony of baseball.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>After football comes two more sports. Pac-Man is luckily not into hockey. Although it is packed full of adrenaline like football, the fighting there is equivalent to a bar room fight. So, since he isn't interested, I try to say that we are Red Wings fans. He doesn't care, and neither of us watches hockey enough to really care if the Red Wings win or not.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But, we do get dominated by Pac-Man's love for the Boston Celtics.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Here, C-Man, Mar-Mar, and I lose Pac-Man again to basketball. And just when you think with the emergence of Spring that you will have roaming, romping family fun, baseball starts in full affect.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Who is a sports widow? Are you a seasonal sports widow, only losing your spouse to one sport? Or are you a year round sports widow? What about a gamer widow? </b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-24985535875799586412012-09-16T08:48:00.000-07:002012-09-16T08:48:29.245-07:00Confidence<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As I scan the masses for stories from beautiful women. Those stories that are dear to them as they came to the realization that they are beautiful. Women who have struggled with various insecurities when it comes to their appearances. One thing has become painfully clear to me....</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Women do not think they are beautiful!! They do not understand how they could possibly even be worthy enough of the word.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What is more beautiful than a woman? Have you seen a man carry a child? Sure, they help us make our beautiful children. But, they don't carry them, go through 9 months of bodily changes, and as a reward are able to bring life into the world.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Or what about those who just plain struggle with their insecurities and overcome them. You've been ridiculed for being too small, too big, too tall, too short. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>We have stretch marks, we have scars, we are white, black, brown. We've been broken down, and we've build ourselves back up. What is more beautiful than that???</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, I implore you, as a woman, share your story. Send me a message with your beautiful woman story to kjarrait@gmail.com, and your story could be in the spotlight for the Beautiful Woman Campaign.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Pictures are welcome with your story, but not necessary. Use your name, or don't. We can easily replace your real name with a pseudo name if that makes you more comfortable. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But, please, tell your story. Beautiful women everywhere need to hear your story, if only to help them realize that they are just as beautiful as you.</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-33947605160218014852012-09-15T10:29:00.002-07:002012-09-15T10:29:48.220-07:00Sibling Love<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Between dance, school, and sick kids and Momster, this week has been crazy. Hence the no new posts this week.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My brother and I were evil to each other. We did NOT get along whatsoever. The only time we seemed to get along was when another person was picking on the other. That's the only time we seemed to stand up for the other. Otherwise, we were at each other's throats.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Even my grandmother tells of tales as to how she would have to sit in the back seat with one of us while the other road in the front seat with my grandfather. That is how bad our fights would get. It's a miracle that either one of us is still alive and both with our own families.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But, for now, my kids are so loving to each other for the most part. C-Man cries, Mar-Mar goes over to him and hugs him, rubs his arm, and plays with his hair. Mar-Mar is watching her favorite show (Little Einsteins), C-Man sits quietly with her and watches it with her. If she cries, he also hugs her and he actually starts to sing to her to make her feel better.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>At home, these two are almost inseparable. Almost!!! Let's face it, they are still brother and sister, so they still fight like cats and dogs. But overall, I got lucky in the sibling love department with these two :)</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>How do your children get along? Are you ripping your hair out wondering if they will ever get along? Or is your house a "Kumbaya" of sibling love?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Just as a reminder, the prize was this beautiful butterfly wall art that is affixed with a sawtooth hook to hang from the wall. This is dear to me as is my own personal creation.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Without further ado, the lucky winner of my first giveaway is #24. Please email me your contact information to ship your wall art at kjarrait@gmail.com no later than midnight on 9/15/2012.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Congratulations and remember to keep an eye on my blog. You never know when the next giveaway will come up :)</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-44800888557480566512012-09-10T03:17:00.001-07:002012-09-10T03:17:32.627-07:00Sarah...You Are A Beautiful Woman<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As promised, the Beautiful Woman Campaign continues. Here is Sarah's story, as told by her. Thank you Sarah for sharing your story. You are an inspiration to all beautiful women. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I encourage all beautiful women to send me your stories of how you overcame your insecurities. You can send your stories to me at kjarrait@gmail.com. You are more than welcome to add a picture as well, or you can just send your story with no pictures. If you would like to remain anonymous, let me know what you would like your pseudo name to be.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The Beautiful Woman Campaign is meant for inspiration and enlightenment to all women. We don't have to fit in societies cookie cutter image of what a beautiful and perfect woman is. We are beautiful just the way we are. So, please, no negative comments, only positive. Thank you.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I can remember beginning to think I was "fat" by the time I was maybe nine or ten. Not that anyone had ever told me flat out or had I ever been teased about it in school. I just noticed that I was always the biggest kid in my class and could never fit into my friend's clothes. I was also the tallest kid y age for the longest tie, having reached my final height by middle school. Luckily I was blessed with fantastic parents that focused on my talents than my appearance. They always bragged about my grades, how well I did in sports, and all my extra curricular activities.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Unfortunately, we celebrated any occasion with food. Every holiday, school function, birthday, etc. was followed by a phenomenal feast. As unhealthy as I was, my overweight size never prevented me from having a happy upbringing. In middle and high school I was quite popular. I always had boyfriends, was invited to parties, had lots of friends, all the things stereotypically granted to the skinny girls. It was during middle school I really began to accept being a "big" girl. I learned than a confidence that has served me well through my whole life, because, hey, being fat hasn't stopped me from having a really great time!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>By high school I had thinned out a bit, but also by then the boys had finally started to catch up. I remember high school as a total blast, I never felt I was judged by my size or looks.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>It was during that time I met who would be my future husband, five years older than me, at a local coffee shop. I had an immediate crush, but I thought he was too old and cute to be interested in some chubby kid. But fate drew us closer, so after graduation I went off to Oregon with him after only four months together. His love has been my backbone since the day we proclaimed it. It's a comfort to know that I have this wonderful, handsome man, and if I was perfect for him, than I must be perfect.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now that I am in control of my own diet and exercise I have really come to peace with my body and self image. I see the woman I want to see in the mirror. Now I face the challenge of passing this confidence and acceptance to my daughter when it's her time to deal with her own body issues. But I have faith she will learn it just by watching.</b></span><br />
<br />Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-20898256507368801152012-09-09T07:59:00.001-07:002012-09-09T07:59:47.034-07:00Anatomy<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Show me a parent who looks forward to discussing anatomy with their child and I'll show you a liar. Haha. I was one of those parents. Sure that when the questions came that I would be diplomatic, honest, and encourage the curiosity filled questions of "where do babies come from?", "why doesn't mommy look like me?", etc.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And then that day comes. You are hit with the barrage of questions, and it will inevitably catch you off guard. You think that you will be sitting peacefully at home, just you and your children, playing innocently before you have to deal with the questions. But, nope, they wait to ask you. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>You're walking through the grocery store, surrounded by other patrons because today was pay day and everyone is at the store shopping, and then it comes. "Mom, why do I have a peepee?" Everyone turns to stare at you, waiting for your response. "Because you are a boy honey."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Whew, you think you saved yourself. Then another. "Mommy, why is your peepee broken?" </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>At this point, you realize there is no salvation, you drop your shopping list, leave your cart, pick up the curious little boy and run out of the store, not even daring to look back. Off to a new store, maybe we can stop the barrage of questions in the car before we get to the new store where no one knows. But no, once you're alone in the car with your curious child the questions stop. This gives you a false sense of hope. And then you enter the new store, again crowded, only to have the barrage of anatomy questions return.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, both C-Man are Mar-Mar are very aware of the correct scientific terminology for their anatomical parts. I was worried about confusion, as any new age mother seems to be. Why I was worried, I have no idea why. This makes the curious questions in public seem that more traumatizing.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Today's question from my very anatomical curious C-Man..."Mommy, does C-Man, Dawson, and daddy have a peepee because we boys, and mommy, Mar-Mar, and Sadie's peepee broken because you a girl? But why mom? Why your peepee broke off?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I encourage C-Man's curiosity, however, today I am glad the anatomy lesson was done in the privacy of our own home. I am not usually that lucky. But, no matter how you refer to your child's anatomy, the questions, they will come. And they will most definitely come at the most inopportune and most embarrassing time.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>On one hand, it makes me happy that Mar-Mar is still way too young for me to argue with her about what I will and will not allow her to wear. While on the other hand, it makes me fear for what the future holds when she does get to be that age.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I can't help but notice that a lot of tweens and teens are dressing themselves to portray a much older persona. At times, they dress themselves to look older than myself, and the taste of clothing choices...we'll just say that teen clothing options these days leaves little to the imagination.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>It is the downfall of tween and teen girl clothing that makes me like Delia*s so much. The majority of their clothing options tend to fall on the spectrum of keeping a young girl looking exactly like she should...young and like a child, not a grown woman exposing more skin than necessary.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>To circumvent this fear of losing all those memories, I not only have my folders upon folders upon folders of pictures on my computer, but I also have them backed up onto flash drives. Another avenue that I take to protect my pictures, I have a shutterfly account.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I LOVE Shutterfly. Not only for the mere fact that it holds my precious memories of C-Man and Mar-Mar, but I can also order hard copies of those prints, make books, collages, and share my pictures. What's more, from time to time they send you special promo codes.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I love this tool as an extra backup for my pictures. While it's not as convenient as going to Wal-Mart or Walgreen's to pick up your prints, I still prefer Shutterfly. If I don't have the time to run out of the house to make errand runs to either Wal-Mart or Walgreen's, I can count on Shutterfly to ship me those oh so precious memories.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The cost of the k-cups can be very intimidating for the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GTR2F6/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B000GTR2F6&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EKeurig%20B70%20Platinum%20Brewing%20System%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000GTR2F6%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Keurig</a>. There is a simple solution. A <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000DLB2FI/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B000DLB2FI&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EKeurig%20My%20K-Cup%20Reusable%20Coffee%20Filter%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000DLB2FI%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Keurig Coffee Re-usable Filter</a>. </b></span><br />
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<b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know about where you are, but k-cups in my area cost $8.99 for a box of 12. I can get almost 2 weeks worth of coffee if I only limit myself to 1 cup of coffee a day. But, let's face it, I'm a mom, and I have two wild children. Add in the fact that I drive 30 minutes every day to take C-Man to school, putting me up at 5am, sometimes a girl just needs more than 1 cup of coffee.</b><br />
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<b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And, I'm in Vermont. So, Green Mountain Coffee (my favorite brand of coffee) is readily available. And, at $8.99 I can get a 12 oz bag of Green Mountain Coffee for the same cost as a 12-ct box of k-cups for my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GTR2F6/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B000GTR2F6&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EKeurig%20B70%20Platinum%20Brewing%20System%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000GTR2F6%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Keurig</a>. I end up saving money by using the add on filter. The money I save on a bag of ground coffee as opposed to buying k-cups each week outweighs the extra cost of the filter.</b><br />
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<b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now, if you're a full pot of coffee kind of girl (or guy, cause you know, dad's can be reading this too), then I would go with a pot coffee maker, like <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0047Y0UQO/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B0047Y0UQO&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EMr.%20Coffee%20BVMC-SJX33GT%2012-Cup%20Programmable%20Coffeemaker,%20Chrome%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0047Y0UQO%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Mr. Coffee</a> has to offer. I haven't used this particular coffee pot...but I've never known <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0047Y0UQO/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B0047Y0UQO&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EMr.%20Coffee%20BVMC-SJX33GT%2012-Cup%20Programmable%20Coffeemaker,%20Chrome%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0047Y0UQO%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Mr. Coffee</a> to disappoint.</b><br />
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<b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What say you? How do you muddle through the day? Are you a coffee drinker? What is your experience with the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GTR2F6/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B000GTR2F6&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EKeurig%20B70%20Platinum%20Brewing%20System%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B000GTR2F6%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Keurig</a>? Or are you a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0047Y0UQO/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B0047Y0UQO&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EMr.%20Coffee%20BVMC-SJX33GT%2012-Cup%20Programmable%20Coffeemaker,%20Chrome%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0047Y0UQO%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Mr. Coffee</a> kind of drinker instead?</b>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-82118593284227967162012-09-08T09:59:00.000-07:002012-09-08T09:59:50.206-07:00The Art of Discipline<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As a mother, it's always refreshing to know that if your kids act up in public or with an audience around, everyone knows how best you should discipline your child. It's one of those unwanted advice tips you get, no matter how hard you try to reassure them that you are more than capable of disciplining your own children.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And, of course, each child is different in the tactics that work as well. This is the same for C-Man and Mar-Mar. My techniques for disciplining C-Man most certainly do not work for Mar-Mar and vice verse. And, despite these other well versed parents heart felt attempts at telling you what worked for them, one thing they neglect to remember is the effectiveness it had on each child.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I won't lie, this is an effective method for many children. C-Man and Mar-Mar, not so much. This becomes a game. We've tried the time out routine with both of them consistently for several months to no avail. Both of them treat it like a game of musical chairs.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, I move on to other tactics. Loosing privileges. This mostly works with older children, as toddlers and preschoolers don't quite grasp this tactic. So, back to the drawing board. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Distraction. Haha, not with my kids. Once C-Man and Mar-Mar notice you trying to covertly "distract" them from the infraction with another suitable activity, all of a sudden this infraction becomes the most prized activity of the day. They MUST do it at all times. My kids are not easily distracted. But, like time out, this can be a very effective method.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>With C-Man, we even tried reward sheets. Giving him a sticker every time he performed a task such as listening, picking up his toys, etc. This, for a 3 year old at the time, was ideal for the first week. Now, not so much. The idea of the reward sheet is to invoke a good behavior in your children in exchange for a reward at a later date. Like loosing privileges, this is best saved for older children. Once the novelty of getting a prize at a later date wears off, the concept is also lost on the preschooler.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But, we have success with C-Man. Toys!! C-Man loves his toys. Especially his Star Wars toys. Infractions have led me and Pac-Man to resort to packing away favorite toys until a day or two later for infractions. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This tactic works for C-Man. He misbehaves, he loses a favorite toy for the day. It's taken and put up out of sight, out of reach. He can acquire the toy once again by stopping the behavior for the remainder of the day. If he does so, he procures the lost toy in the morning of the next day. If he doesn't, he continues to lose favorite toys.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Maybe that's what well-meaning advice givers forget about parenting. It's an ever changing scenario. With the passing of time, what worked yesterday no longer works today. We forget that being a parent means that we need to change as often as our children do. </b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-10747381697624434442012-09-08T08:44:00.001-07:002012-09-08T08:44:06.376-07:00Momster...You Are a Beautiful Woman<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><b>So, to start off this beautiful woman campaign, what better way to launch it than to tell my own struggles, trials, and tribulations.</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I have since decided that I don't need to fit in that perfect cookie cutter mold. I don't need to be the 5'6" woman who is a perfect 125. I am perfect at my own frame. And I plan on teaching my children the same no matter their frames.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The idea of them, I liked them, but I couldn't bring myself to indulge. But, then I was asked to review one.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.mykoolkidzbooks.com/" target="_blank">My Kool Kidz Books</a> happened to be the place that I embarked. I was a bit nervous on my endeavor, but off I went to try to find the perfect book for my family. After reviewing the selections they offered...holiday books, books for girls, books for boys, and more...I decided on a cute little book about becoming a sibling.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>While C-Man has been a big brother for almost 2 years now, I thought that it would help him through some of the tougher times of being Mar-Mar's big brother. After all, she is a bully, lol. Truth be told, Mar-Mar beats up on C-Man and he lets her get away with EVERYTHING!!!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is the breakdown of how it works. The company Totsy, essentially, agrees with these companies to order a certain number of a product in exchange for a deep discount. This is where you see the percentages off, sometimes 15% and going up to the 80% they advertise.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, I'm a very lenient mom. I let both my kids get away with a lot as they explore their world, and I explain why things aren't allowed after they try them. Do they understand me half the time? Probably not yet, but they will. And I can only hope that they remember the outcome of the action and eventually our conversations.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As lenient as I am, one thing I do not allow for are impolite or mean behavior. I require that a please proceeds every request that comes out of C-Man and Mar-Mar's mouth, and that a thank you is promptly followed after the request is carried out. And being mean to each other, mom, dad, or friends is also not permitted.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is when I realize something is up. As instead of telling me yes, his eyes go wide, and he instantly tells me: "I said that I was sorry."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>At 4-years-old C-Man hasn't quite learned the art of lying. I'm hoping that it's a trait that he never picks up, but, that's another post. So, at this age, being honest, sometimes overly honest, is a trait many preschoolers have.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"We were playing tag and I threw a wood chip at him cause he was trying to get me. But I say sorry." This is his explanation. Seems innocent enough. Two boys, getting overly excited in a game of tag, something unfriendly is bound to happen.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is when I decide to inform C-Man of his invitation. "Well, C-Man, "G" invited you to his birthday. If we hurt and throw things at our friends do you think they will want to invite us to their birthdays?"</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I am proud of C-Man in this instance. He knew that his actions were wrong, and that they warranted an apology, and he apologized to his friend.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But, as a mom who wants to instill the importance of not hurting our friends, throwing things, and just overall displaying good manners and treating our friends the way we want them to treat us, this is where I may be a bit harder on my children than most.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I tell C-Man that I am proud of him for apologizing to "G" for the incident, but that throwing things at our friends are never ok. I proceed to inform him that this weekend we will be writing a note to "G" apologizing once again for the incident.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Maybe I'm hard on my children in this situation. But, as lenient as I try to be, there are things that I do not tolerate. C-Man knows this, and is actually eager to have Momster write out an apology letter to his friend "G" for him as he dictates what he wants to say, afterwards he is excited to draw a picture of him and "G" playing together as well with the letter.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What values do you try to instill in your children? What are you lenient with? What are things that you absolutely do not tolerate?</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-80721521198268418682012-09-06T08:24:00.003-07:002012-09-08T04:13:28.997-07:00Daddy vs Wipes<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>How many mom's out there pass of diaper duty to dad sometimes?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I am home all day with Mar-Mar, our only child in diapers. So, I am very familiar with diaper changes, and using the least amount of wipes to get a clean bottom. You can always tell whether it's going to be a 2, 3, or 4 wiper when you open the diaper. But, you always try to use the least amount of wipes. Those suckers are almost as expensive as the package of diapers.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But, when Pac-Man comes home for the day, I pass off diaper duty to him. I pray that any diaper changes he comes across are merely wet diapers. Our pocketbook can't handle the kind of wipe war Pac-Man has with a poopy diaper.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The scene pretty much plays out with Pac-Man realizing that he has a poopy diaper on his hands. This has him start the plea for me to take the diaper change duties on and he'll get the next one (and you know, secretly he's saying, as long as it's just wet). I of course refuse, I'm not new to this diaper changing war, and have changed a fair amount of diapers myself throughout the day.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Resigning himself to the fact that he is indeed saddled with the poopy diaper, Pac-Man prepares for the damage. Clean diaper? Check! Mar-Mar? Check! Wipes? Check! Diaper Cream? Check!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, off to change that diaper. As he takes the tab off the diaper he makes these gurgling, almost gagging sounds at the sight. You know it's not really that bad, but you laugh anyways, cause he tries to make it out to be the worst poopy diaper of his life. This is just another ploy to try to convince you to take over diaper duty lest he throw up all over your child during the diaper change.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Pac-Man and I have been parents for the past 4 years, so I'm well versed in this tactic, and know how to stop it in it's tracks or just ignore it.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Realizing his fake gagging sounds are not working, Pac-Man once again attends to the task at hand. Out come the wipes. As I'm looking over his shoulder I notice this is merely a 1 wiper, but I watch in awe as Pac-Man pulls out, 1...2...3...4...5...6....did he just pull out 15 wipes for that one little diaper?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Not to be outdone with my awe of the 15 wipes for the first wipe, Pac-Man proceeds to go in for a second round...here we go with another 15 to 20 wipes for the second wipe.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"What on earth? How many wipes do you need? There's barely anything there to wipe?" Of course his reply is that he wants to make sure her bottom is clean. This still bewilders me as there is not even a speck of dog hair on her bottom from the enormous amounts of dog hair that our 2 dogs shed.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I proceed to move on to my own thing. Pac-Man puts the diaper cream and dry diaper on Mar-Mar, and a set of bloomers so that she can't take her diaper off leaving us in a poopy mess later on. 45 wipes later, the diaper change is done.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Who else has a wipe warrior? </b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-5617924994572085142012-09-05T07:03:00.001-07:002012-09-08T04:14:15.836-07:00Diaper Rescue<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>There comes a time in a mother's life when she realizes that her poor baby is suffering from a diaper rash. It's painful to look at, and you're positive it's the reason your easy going child has started booking it at the sight of you with a new diaper and wipes.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>You cringe and cry every time you change their diaper cause it's so red and raw, and you're just beside yourself.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>We recently went through this with Mar-Mar. I was beside myself, I had never dealt with a diaper rash with C-Man when he was in diapers, so this was new territory with me. Throw in the fact that both my kids have eczema, and I am always looking for something that will be a wonder cream, while still being sensitive on their skin.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is when you turn to other mom's who have been in this position. You talk to them and you discuss what your best options are. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Enter in a super mom, and she tells me about <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001V9SOPC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001V9SOPC&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EPINXAV%20DIAPER%20RASH%20CREAM%2016%20OZ%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001V9SOPC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Pinxav</a> (pronounced pink salve). I'm not going to lie, this stuff stinks. But, I'm trying it cause Mar-Mar's butt is red and raw, and nothing is working on her. Everything is making it worse, and I want to cry along with her each time I have to change her diaper.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>One of the first ingredients in this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001V9SOPC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001V9SOPC&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EPINXAV%20DIAPER%20RASH%20CREAM%2016%20OZ%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001V9SOPC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Pinxav</a>, aloe vera. This left the pediatrician impressed. She informs me, as well as some of the over the counter diaper creams work, most of them either do not have aloe vera in them, or it's an ingredient that is listed towards the middle or end of the list (generally this means there is less of it).</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, I get this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001V9SOPC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001V9SOPC&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EPINXAV%20DIAPER%20RASH%20CREAM%2016%20OZ%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001V9SOPC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Pinxav</a> in the mail and I start to use it. It's thick, it stinks, and it doesn't come off my hands when I wash them with soap and water afterwards. It takes some wipes to get off. This I can overlook as the next diaper change the red and raw sores on Mar-Mar are merely pink blotches.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Another great thing about this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001V9SOPC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001V9SOPC&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EPINXAV%20DIAPER%20RASH%20CREAM%2016%20OZ%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001V9SOPC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Pinxav</a>, like I said, it wouldn't come off my hands when I washed them with regular soap and water. This also means that when Mar-Mar has just a wet diaper, that it keeps the wet off her. I also only need to reapply after a poopy diaper, but I'm reapplying it about every 2-3 wet diapers.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I know, the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001V9SOPC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001V9SOPC&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EPINXAV%20DIAPER%20RASH%20CREAM%2016%20OZ%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001V9SOPC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Pinxav</a> seems a bit overpriced. Heck, what isn't these days. But, I'm telling you, this stuff works miracles. Not only that, it lasts forever. I got this stuff 3 months ago, and I have only used 1/4 of the tub. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As soon as I spot some red on Mar-Mar's bottom during diaper changes, I pull out the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001V9SOPC/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001V9SOPC&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EPINXAV%20DIAPER%20RASH%20CREAM%2016%20OZ%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001V9SOPC%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Pinxav</a>, and she is completely clear within a few diaper changes. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>C-Man has been nap free for quite some time. We do still have the occasional nap from time to time, but they are few and far between. Oh how I miss the days of nap time when it was just me and the C-Man at home. Then it was easy. He goes down for a nap, I fall asleep for a little nap as well.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>But then you have more than one kid. Once Mar-Mar was born, nap time for the C-Man was all but extinct. This didn't leave me much room to nap with Mar-Mar. Mar-Mar would go down for her nap, and it would be me and C-Man, taking on the world.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I thought with school starting, nap time would once again become this grand party. Mar-Mar goes to sleep for a nap, and I follow her shortly. Alas, we are now in the nap time fight.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Try as I may, Mar-Mar is adamant that she is done with nap time. She runs around her playroom and the house as if nothing will deplete her energy. Where do these kids get their energy from?!?!?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As we fast forward through each day, me struggling to get Mar-Mar to take just a small nap...come on Mar-Mar, Momster could even go for 30 minutes, even 1 hour...to no avail, we finally reach the time where we must leave to pick C-Man up from school.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>C-Man's school is a 30 minute drive from our house. And so when we get ready to leave, I pack Mar-Mar up in the car, give her a snack in her little bowl and a drink, start a movie in the DVD player, and off we head to pick up C-Man. Not even 5 minutes into the drive, I look in the mirror and Mar-Mar is passed out. Of course, it's not that she doesn't want to take a nap, it's that she doesn't want me to have the opportunity to take a nap.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What nap time struggles do you face? Are naps being phased out by the little ones? Or have you noticed that the struggle is, like my own nap time struggle, to ensure you do not get a nap in for yourself?</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-87763760331413629192012-09-04T16:01:00.004-07:002012-09-08T04:18:12.968-07:00First Hair Cuts<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>There comes a time in a mother's life when she realizes that her child needs a haircut. No!!!!! I hate the inevitable first haircut. It's further proof that the baby you wish you could keep little forever is getting bigger.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Want more proof that your children become little adults with this milestone, take a picture before and after.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, this weekend, I came to the conclusion that I needed to get Mar-Mar her first haircut. It was a hard pill for me to swallow. Pac-Man had been bugging me to take her to get her hair cut for months, but I just couldn't. So, I resigned myself to putting her hair up in cute little pigtails. The issue than was that Mar-Mar was constantly pulling out these pigtails, rendering my feeble attempts at arguing that she didn't need her haircut useless.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>C-Man has decided that he wants to have his hair cut short. Pull on my heart now, I am brokenhearted afterwards. Forget the fact that this is not C-Man's first hair cut, but each time I take him he goes from this innocent cute little boy...</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, I'm here, at the barber shop, almost in tears after C-Man's transformation, and it's now Mar-Mar's turn to hop into the chair.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>It is this instant that I become a blubbering mess. Mar-Mar has these curls in the back of her hair. I instantly start having a mom panic attack and I'm a stuttering mess. I beg the barber, please, please, please don't cut the back of her hair. I don't think I could bear to lose her curls yet. I know the instant those curls get cut, they will be lost forever.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>After a few minutes of listening to me drivel along about how traumatic this haircut would be, not for me, but for Mar-Mar, we finally agree that just the bangs will be cut.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Contrary to my plea that this will be traumatic, Mar-Mar starts laughing and clapping as her bangs are being cut out of her face. She has to constantly look up at me with this melt your heart smile to let me know this hair cutting business is fun. Please, where did my baby girl go?!?!?!?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The transformation was dramatic as C-Man's. Unfortunately, I decided to wait until after Mar-Mar got up after a nap for her after haircut photo op. She wasn't feeling particularly camera friendly.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What was your traumatic firsts with your child(ren)?</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-26477685622720519992012-08-30T15:06:00.002-07:002012-09-08T04:18:39.336-07:00What Child Do You Speak Of?<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Today was C-Man's 2nd day of school, and also the 2nd day that I was positive that his teacher was trying to send me home with the wrong child.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"C-Man is so good, he is one of my best listeners in class."</b></span><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"Excuse me? Are you sure you are returning the right child to me? I'm pretty sure there is no way we can be talking about the same C-Man, maybe you have more than one in your class and you are mistaken mine for this other mild manner and good C-Man who listens."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, I bring home this alien C-Man. "Hmmm, he listens. Not only does he listen, but he's a good listener." These are the thoughts that go through my mind on my drive home. This is news to me, and I am completely baffled. I make it a point to figure out who this new "listening" C-Man belongs to so that his mom doesn't miss him. But, maybe not, it would be nice to have a child who listens to me.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Then we get home. All of a sudden C-Man is running around the house, pulling out all his toys, screaming at me to get him this, get him that, I don't want to say please, just do it, bouncing off the walls.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Where is this quiet and listening C-Man that his teacher spoke of? I want that C-Man. How do I get this listening C-Man? Is she just giving me the right C-Man and giving me the wrong message on how the day went?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>After careful consideration I decide to talk to the experts. Off to discuss this particular dilemma with my other mom friends. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Yep, it's just as I suspected. School apparently has this weird mind altering program that they do to your children while you are at home so that they listen. Unfortunately, when you come to pick them up, they turn it off, and you are given the monster you dropped off.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This doesn't seem fair. How is it that they get to have the good C-Man who listens? </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Who else drops off their non-listening child only to come pick them up to learn that the powers that be ensure they are only good at school? Tell me your story.</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-74620649015877534622012-08-30T07:40:00.001-07:002012-09-08T04:19:45.780-07:00Mmmmm, Clean Baby<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now I know I'm not the only one, but my kids are still young enough that I like them to keep their baby smell. Mmmmm, there's nothing better than to cuddle with your kids after a bath and soak in their scent.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>C-Man and Mar-Mar both have eczema. The problem is, neither one of them will sit still long enough for me to rub lotion on them. Too busy with the evil hostile takeover my house I suspect.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Another reason I love <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001E96NPM/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001E96NPM&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3ECanus%20Li'l%20Goat's%20Milk%20Body%20Wash/%20Tearless%20Shampoo%2016%20-%20Ounce%20(Pack%20of%203)%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001E96NPM%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Lil Goat's Milk Shampoo & Body Wash</a>, it lasts forever. Ok, so maybe not forever, but it lasts quite awhile in my house. Pac-Man thinks we save money by not buying the overpriced bubble bath, so instead, we buy this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001E96NPM/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001E96NPM&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3ECanus%20Li'l%20Goat's%20Milk%20Body%20Wash/%20Tearless%20Shampoo%2016%20-%20Ounce%20(Pack%20of%203)%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001E96NPM%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Lil Goat's Milk</a>. Sure, it seems like a lot, but Pac-Man uses it as a bubble bath too.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Don't get me wrong, I like Johnson & Johnson. I grew up with the stuff. But, the additives in it create an eczema breakout with C-Man and Mar-Mar. Couple that with the fact that when Pac-Man adds the additional job of bubble bath to the body wash and shampoo of the Johnson & Johnson, I'm lucky to get a months use out of it. So, I stay away from it.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I buy a bottle of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001E96NPM/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001E96NPM&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3ECanus%20Li'l%20Goat's%20Milk%20Body%20Wash/%20Tearless%20Shampoo%2016%20-%20Ounce%20(Pack%20of%203)%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001E96NPM%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Lil Goat's Milk Shampoo & Body Wash</a> and it has lasted me 3 months. It's thick, so when you're using it, a little goes a long way. And, if Pac-Man didn't double it as a bubble bath for the kids, I imagine we could get at least another 2 months out of it. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The scent and the longevity of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001E96NPM/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001E96NPM&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3ECanus%20Li'l%20Goat's%20Milk%20Body%20Wash/%20Tearless%20Shampoo%2016%20-%20Ounce%20(Pack%20of%203)%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001E96NPM%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Lil Goat's Milk</a> make it worth the price. This momster gives it 2 thumbs up.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The fact that it is the only tearless shampoo that we've used that the kids actually tout as being tear free means <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001E96NPM/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B001E96NPM&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3ECanus%20Li'l%20Goat's%20Milk%20Body%20Wash/%20Tearless%20Shampoo%2016%20-%20Ounce%20(Pack%20of%203)%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B001E96NPM%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank">Lil Goat's Milk</a> also gets an A+ from C-Man and Mar-Mar. And, in the grand scheme of things, if they like it, Momster likes it (within reason).</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-53747865996218769422012-08-29T06:45:00.002-07:002012-09-08T04:20:32.598-07:00The Proverbial Back-to-School Mom<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mom's who are sending their children to school for the first time, remember when you were told, "it will be harder on you than it is on them."? Of course, you don't believe it, why should you. That's your baby, and he or she only wants you. School has nothing on you.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Well, I'm here to tell you, it's true!!! Aaaahhhh!!! It's so true that I am literally in tears right now. Of course, this doesn't stop future mom's from going through the same argument when they become the proverbial back-to-school mom. No matter how many times you hear it, you will never believe it until it happens to you, and it won't stop the sting of heartbreak as you stifle the blubbering mess that you want to be as you rush out of your child's classroom before anyone notices you.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Of course, let me tell you what's going through everyone's mind when they see you. Cause, just to let you know, that sparkle in your eye, yep, everyone knows that those are your tears that are about to overflow. That is their first sign, "new to school mom." You may as well have walked into school with it tattooed on your forehead. It's like a beacon flashing in the dead of night.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, here you are, sitting in the classroom with your oldest child, first time at school, and it comes. They start to play and you're hovering over them like they're going to break down any moment and you will be forced to take them home with you. Nice and safe. Aaahhh, yes, you can feel it coming, any second now. "Mom, go away, I'm trying to play."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"But, but, but..." you're at a loss. What happened to your innocent baby. You could've sworn that you just brought him home yesterday. You can still smell that baby smell, remember the nights you stayed up until the break of dawn wishing for them to get older so they would sleep through the night. Why, why did you have to wish for an older child? All you want now is to make your baby tiny again, and rush out of the classroom without breaking down completely. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Then the whispers, "Look, new mom over there. First time at school. How much you want to bet she's going to lose it before she gets out of here? Yep, should've listened to the warnings. Clearly she was under the impression that she was more important than school."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, today, yes, I am the proverbial back-to-school mom. The first timer. I must say though, I am proud of myself. When dropping off C-Man for his first day of Pre-K I was able to hold off the water works until after I got to the car and Mar-Mar and I were heading home.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, I sit here, watching both my phone and clock like a hawk. Is it time to leave yet to go pick up C-Man? Maybe they'll call me because he suddenly realizes he needs me with him constantly for all eternity. I can't leave my house before it's time to leave cause I'm certain that C-Man will decide he can't be without me, and I will need to rush to his rescue when I get the call.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>After all, C-Man looks like he will hate school and will need me to rescue him, doesn't he?!?!?!?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Who is the proverbial first time back-to-school mom this year? What are your tricks to hold back those tears?</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-39313711268753651882012-08-28T10:06:00.002-07:002012-08-28T10:06:50.014-07:00Momster's Nightmare<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Every mom has nightmares, and Momster here, I'm no different. My kids find new and inventive ways to give me nightmares. My goal with this blog is to share those nightmares sometimes. Not for the shear embarrassment of my family, but just so someone can laugh and say, "Finally, someone admits that it's not all roses and butterflies once you become a mom." </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Today was a simple day. It's the day before C-Man heads off into the life of school and friends. We didn't have much planned, but our day was still pretty busy. Do one last summer play date with another family before school starts, come back home to straighten up (well, at least my living room, my dishes are still in my sink. They are my nemesis), make lunch, and after lunch Mar-Mar has in-home speech therapy.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So here I am, Momster, easy going, blissfully happy in my mom world. We had a great play date, we're home now and I'm randomly straightening up the toys in my living room as I make lunch. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My final entrance into the living room leaves me...stunned. Mar-Mar runs up to me gleefully squealing covered in...I don't know. "Mar-Mar, what's all over you?" Then the smell!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mar-Mar was dressed in a dress this morning, and she likes to take her diaper off from time to time. I thought I was safe today since she hadn't even made the move yet. Hahaha, Mar-Mar was quick to remind me why she gets diaper covers or pants on over her diapers.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mar-Mar had taken her diaper off. It's just a little wet, no big deal. But, this wet diaper is tossed to the side, while Mar-Mar is covered in...dun-dun-dun...poop!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mar-Mar is blissfully unaware of the reasoning behind my panic. She just thinks it's funny to send me into a full fledged panic. Mar-Mar is covered in poop. It is smeared down the front of her dress, on her legs, up her arms, in her hair, all over her face. I'm still searching for the origin of this poopscapade.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>To the hidden corner of the couch I go. This is where we have a short little side table there. Aha, I have found the origin. Poop is smeared all over this side table. We also have a few blankets in a chest that sit next to the side table. Poop is all over my blankets, on my floor.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I am now in mom overdrive. Off comes the dress, and we are booking it to the back of the house and getting in the tub. Now, both my kids are some rare form of alien, as they actually love the bath. They beg me several times a day every single day to take a bath. So, the fact that Mar-Mar is being tossed into the tub starts an onslaught of temper tantrums from C-Man. "Why does Mar-Mar get to take a bath? I want to take a bath? It's not fair."</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I am still in my panic state. The water gets turned on, and I don't even bother filling the tub. I am feverishly scrubbing Mar-Mar with her soap and washing her hair, rinse her off, smell her to make sure that she smells like my favorite baby wash....aaaahhhhh, lovely. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Towel dry, diaper, and clothe her again. Now, the mess!!! What to do with the kids so they don't make it a bigger mess and ensure a second bath?!?!?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Nice, Pac-Man has created two playrooms for the little monsters, so in they go. Shut the door since they can't open it and off to clean I go. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The great part of this nightmare is that Mar-Mar's speech therapy has not even started yet. Which means I am frantically trying to clean up a poopscapade mess before her therapist gets here for her weekly therapy. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Twenty minutes later, success. But, now, my house smells like a dirty diaper. Gah!!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!! Nice smelling house once again...all before the inevitable intrusion of my house.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What are your mom nightmares? I want to hear the frightening things your little monsters have put you through? How did you cope?</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-28610824785451181952012-08-28T04:38:00.002-07:002012-08-28T04:38:47.773-07:00Back to School Shopping Extravaganza<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, I know that back-to-school can be bittersweet for other mom's out there for the simple fact that they are done with the "Mom, I'm bored" while at the same time want to keep their kids at home. Another year means our kids are growing up. But, what about the inevitable dip in the pocketbook?</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is C-Man's first year going to school. I'm nervous, excited, and all the normal first time mommy stuff when it comes to sending my kids to school. And while Pac-Man and I have made the personal decision to send C-Man to a private school in our area, I'm told it doesn't matter...private school or public school, the cost of going back to school is astronomical. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>While the fees of private schools can be high as it is, those costs are expected. I know a full year ahead of time what I need to budget for, and how I'm going to make those payments. But, school supplies for the year, WOW!!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Forget the fact that you're buying everything for your child from notebooks to markers, crayons to pencils, backpacks to lunchboxes, and so much more. Luckily I waited until this past weekend when Wal-Mart was having a great sale on crayons and markers (¢.25 for markers and ¢.50 for crayons). Unfortunately for the unassuming back-to-school shopper, this GREAT deal on crayons and markers, and sometimes some of the other supplies, are on items that you can't get. The crayons and markers were just your average joe crayons and markers...you can color on everything and they stick. Unfortunately for me, the crayons and markers that were required on my back-to-school shopping list were all washable. Simple enough until you realize that they don't carry the washable versions in the sale product, insert doom music at the realization that you are about to pay the $2 for every single box off crayons and markers that you need. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Granted, the $2 per box doesn't seem like a lot when you're looking at them, you sit there inspecting them, "Oh well, I guess I'm buying the Crayola $2 box, and $2 is super cheap still anyways." That is until you look at your supply list that your child's teacher gave to you and you must buy 3 boxes of those $2 crayons and 3 boxes of those $2 markers. Now we're at $12 for just markers and crayons and we haven't even made a dent in the rest of the stuff.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, insert the fact that during the summer your kid either outgrew his or her clothes, or they are no longer suitable to wear in public since they wore them down to the thread all summer. Now you must purchase a new wardrobe on top of the dreaded school supply list.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This new school wardrobe I thought was going to be the end of me. Clothes are expensive enough for me. They're more expensive for my kids, which will always baffle me since they use less fabric to comprise their clothes. I've already spent a good $100 on the school supply list, and now I'm about to wander into the doomed world of school clothes.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>This is the start of my panic attack. Not only am I admitting that my first baby is ready to go off to school, but now I am putting this massive dent in my pocketbook, and there seems to be no end to the destruction that it will have each school year for the next foreseeable 14 years for the C-Man, and it will only be a matter of time before Mar-Mar enters the school zone. Aaaahhhh!!! </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Insert my saving grace, the clearance section!! You know, that little section of out of season clothes, or the clothes the company no longer carries, the designs have been replaced, or whatever. Some clearance sections may as well be paying full price. A clearance sale to me is not paying $20 for a $30 shirt. But, when you step into places like Old Navy (sorry, this is the only place I ventured into for my back-to-school wardrobe shopping this year lest I have yet another back-to-school panic attack), you are greeted with not only cute options in the clearance section, but a reassurance that your pocketbook won't be hurt too much.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Going to the clearance section was much like going to a consignment store, only the clothes were guaranteed to be brand new. I love consignment shops, you get nice clothes, sometimes new clothes with tags still on, for great prices. The clearance rack at Old Navy is like those consignment store prices. We got shorts for $2.50, shirts for $3.49, and a pair of pants for $10 (ok, the pants weren't in the clearance section, they were just on sale). Insert happy dance that I was able to walk out of Old Navy's clearance section with a full new wardrobe for the C-Man with less than $50.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What are your back-to-school horror stories? What drives you to the back-to-school panic attack? What is your back-to-school saving grace advice?</b></span>Momsterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12114801366683543321noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274933375890834535.post-20157664424408746412012-08-27T06:36:00.002-07:002012-08-27T06:36:43.173-07:00Why!!!<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>What is the most rewarding part of parenthood? Yeah, I was thinking it was the inevitable phase where your children make you realize, "hey, I'm not as smart as I thought I was." This, in my house, are the days of the why!!!</b></span><div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>For the past week I have been dealing with the curse of the "why's" with C-Man. Everything is a "why?" or a "how?", maybe even a "where?" from time to time. And, when the curse of the "why's" start, you might think, "hey, I got this, these why's are easy." But then, the tough one's come. This is what I like google for. Seriously, what can you not find through google?!?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And then it comes, the instant they've been waiting for, how to make mommy realize she's not the smartest person in the world!!!</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"Where do kiwi's grow?", "What's a bush?", "What's a plant?", "What makes up the ground?", "Why is it called dirt?", "What are clouds made of?", "Why is the sky blue?", "What are light waves?", "What is air?", "Why is it called oxygen?", "How do you make oxygen?", "Can I make oxygen?", "Why do trees make oxygen?", "Why can't trees talk?", "Where's Opie's mom?", "How did I get in your belly when I was a baby?"</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Yes, some of the questions seem small and innocent. Most of them might even be able to be answered without the help of the internet google search. But, most of the time, they come at you so fast you are left spinning and dazed. Other questions you realize you understand and know the answer, but go through a battle in your head, "do I answer this question or ignore the fact that it was even asked? If I ignore it will he realize I didn't answer it, or will I win and he'll completely forget the question was even asked altogether."</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>My world, it's never that simple. C-Man's memory is better than my computer, so when I try to hide the questions that I don't want to answer, he just barrages me more with more impossible questions.</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>So, let's hear it. Leave a comment with the impossible why's. What are the who, what, why, how questions of your children?</b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>In order to get a tree, Ted must listen to a bitter man, left alone outside the luxuries of the manufactured city of Thneedville, among the smog and destruction, tell his story of how he destroyed every living tree.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>And, what's a movie nowadays without a big conflict?!?!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mr. O'Hare makes a living off of selling manufactured fresh air to the people of Thneedville. This community direly needs this man, as he supplies them with fresh air. So, when he discovers that Ted is leaving the confines of Thneedville to learn more about trees, he makes it his business to stop Ted. After all, trees make air for free. If Ted is able to acquire this so-called tree, then Mr. O'Hare is out of business for good.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>As far as the movie goes, it seems the only thing the two movies have in common is the Once-ler, the<i><u> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005LAIH4A/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B005LAIH4A&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EDr.%20Seuss'%20The%20Lorax%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B005LAIH4A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Lorax</span></a></u></i>, and the message. Other than that, the story seems to go in a different direction as to how to go about getting these trees. And it seems more like a young love story in the beginning, until Ted realizes the importance of these trees.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Now, when it comes to movies, I'm pretty old school. I don't usually think that you can better a movie that I liked. And, I loved watching the <span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005LAIH4A/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B005LAIH4A&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EDr.%20Seuss'%20The%20Lorax%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B005LAIH4A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank"><i>Lorax</i></a> </span>TV special when it came on.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>However, this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005LAIH4A/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B005LAIH4A&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EDr.%20Seuss'%20The%20Lorax%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B005LAIH4A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lorax</span></i></a> was a favorite of my kids. So much so that after the rental was up, Pac-Man and I decided to purchase the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005LAIH4A/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B005LAIH4A&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EDr.%20Seuss'%20The%20Lorax%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B005LAIH4A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Lorax</span></i></a> for C-Man and Mar-Mar. They even sit still for it through the entire movie. That right there makes this movie worth it's weight in gold.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>While, as a mother, I'm not too keen on turning a movie with a serious message into a love story, the new 2012<span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B005LAIH4A/ref=as_li_tf_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B005LAIH4A&linkCode=as2&tag=adainthlio027-20%22%3EDr.%20Seuss'%20The%20Lorax%3C/a%3E%3Cimg%20src=%22http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=adainthlio027-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B005LAIH4A%22%20width=%221%22%20height=%221%22%20border=%220%22%20alt=%22%22%20style=%22border:none%20!important;%20margin:0px%20!important;%22%20/%3E" target="_blank"><i>Lorax</i></a></span> movie is cute, fun, and seems easier for my younger children to follow. So, it appears that it's time for this Momster to hang up her prejudices of this particular movie.</b></span><br />
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