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term='central penn parent'/><category term='child products'/><category term='environment'/><category term='winter'/><category term='boogie wipes'/><category term='doll'/><category term='St. Vincent College'/><category term='USA'/><category term='mamaland'/><category term='money grows on trees'/><category term='couch'/><category term='toys r us'/><category term='rest and relaxation'/><category term='recalls'/><category term='blog blessing'/><category term='mattel'/><category term='500 toys not made in China'/><category term='pennsylvania bloggers'/><category term='toddler development'/><category term='Swaddle blankets'/><category term='Summer ends'/><category term='glass booth'/><category term='meme'/><category term='obesity'/><category term='children'/><category term='judge'/><category term='politics'/><category term='wheels on bus'/><category term='silly putty'/><category term='eating right'/><category term='tantrums'/><category term='danger'/><category term='imaginary friends'/><category term='poison control'/><category term='who I am'/><category term='peanut butter recall'/><category term='super bowl'/><category term='booster seat'/><category term='bilbibo'/><category term='crayola'/><category term='vote'/><category term='nor&apos;easter'/><category term='snow'/><category term='giants'/><category term='translating baby talk'/><category term='fathers'/><title type='text'>Parenting tales</title><subtitle type='html'>My Children.  My Opinions.  My Tales.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>262</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6030307129608139674</id><published>2009-07-26T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T16:13:51.825-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>The Land of Naps</title><content type='html'>I remember the days when I had at least two naps a day...ok, I didn't actually take two naps...but I think it was sort of a "mind nap" where I could just zone for an hour or two. Ahh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh wait, this isn't about me...it is about my daughter's naps...which equals - rest for mommy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so then two became one. But a nice chunk of the afternoon left to sleep, veg, catch-up on a good book or magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my big girl doesn't believe in naps. At four she says, "I don't need to sleep mommy." Famous words at nap-time and bed-time. But mommy needs a break...so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with a determined toddler who refuses to nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually say it is quiet time, you may lay in your bed and read a book for an hour, or sleep - your choice. But the rules are, you must stay in bed, and be quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works like a charm. I get my hour of "me-time" and she gets an hour of "rest-time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6030307129608139674?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6030307129608139674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6030307129608139674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6030307129608139674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6030307129608139674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/land-of-naps.html' title='The Land of Naps'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2922151926902246218</id><published>2009-07-19T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:07:37.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Blue Poo!</title><content type='html'>Jelly bean and I had a "girls night out" on Friday night. We stopped and had dinner and then made our way to get ice cream. I usually get something with peanut butter and chocolate, but decided to mix it up a bit...I ordered a "whoopie pie" flavor. Jelly got "cotton candy" mainly because it was blue...and well, she likes blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day she was on the potty and she started yelling, "Mommy come quick!" and as I ran in and about fell over (just from the potent smell - seriously how can a 4 year old put that out?)...she said "My poo is blue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am pretty sure it was the cause of her belly ache for the next day and a half. Because that is how long it took for the blue poo to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I don't think I want to eat blue ice cream anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Mommy agreed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2922151926902246218?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2922151926902246218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2922151926902246218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2922151926902246218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2922151926902246218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/blue-poo.html' title='Blue Poo!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2899938429116099108</id><published>2009-07-17T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:01:13.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Long Time No Seek</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while...I am not sure if anyone even comes back to read this anymore. It has been tough trying to find the time to write. And after my long days at work, I just feel creatively spent. But I do miss blogging and meeting other parents...I guess I just have to find the time and energy to do it again.  So here is the latest update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Jelly Bean is growing so big lately. She turned 4 years old last month, we finally gave up the "night-time" pull-ups, and we officially took the gate down that used to limit her freedom to wonder the house.  (the side story to the gate) The gate thing really made me nervous...I think mostly because we used it to keep the cat out...now the cat is able to nibble on toes as he so famously loves to do when the unsuspecting prey is laying there asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have officially graduated to "Big Girl" status. This fall, she will be entering preschool 2...and a year from now preparing for the big K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe it. I often wonder where the time goes?  From the tiny seed into a sassy little girl! Life is truly amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2899938429116099108?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2899938429116099108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2899938429116099108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2899938429116099108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2899938429116099108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-no-seek.html' title='Long Time No Seek'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5164665611599187645</id><published>2009-04-12T13:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:27:49.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter Peeps!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SeIkj-bXDWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DoGFf2q3F9k/s1600-h/easter+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323857909977124194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SeIkj-bXDWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DoGFf2q3F9k/s200/easter+eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5164665611599187645?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5164665611599187645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5164665611599187645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5164665611599187645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5164665611599187645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-peeps.html' title='Happy Easter Peeps!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SeIkj-bXDWI/AAAAAAAAAfU/DoGFf2q3F9k/s72-c/easter+eggs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6775519509202763450</id><published>2009-03-15T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:24:45.826-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><title type='text'>Famous Last words...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have been MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in a whirlwind of playing catch-up of all my household duties and working 60+ hours a week. I am pooped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to continue blogging, because this has been a blast for me. But I can't even seem to keep up with my dishes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is a little Jelly bean fix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, who made all this stuff?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, I guess God did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked, "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Honey?" looking at her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he loves these questions...me, I would rather stick to the basics like - "Mommy, milk comes out of cow's butts." "No sweetie, milk comes from a cow's utters." "What are utters?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought...maybe not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6775519509202763450?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6775519509202763450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6775519509202763450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6775519509202763450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6775519509202763450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/03/famous-last-words.html' title='Famous Last words...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4436971319728694032</id><published>2009-02-22T16:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:07:32.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product recalls'/><title type='text'>Recall Slacker!</title><content type='html'>Yup that is me...slacker! I haven't been keeping up to well with all the child recalls...and since this blog started the recalls seem to have multiplied 100x's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a busy girl to do? Well I have been informed that Parents.com is now listing all the recalls on their site...did somebody say, Genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check it out, you can search and keep up to date on all recalls in the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parents.com/product-recalls/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to check it out. I have also added it to the sidebar, click on the picture for the Parents Magazine link and below it is the CPSC's link too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4436971319728694032?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4436971319728694032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4436971319728694032&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4436971319728694032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4436971319728694032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/02/recall-slacker.html' title='Recall Slacker!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-1405386130012550892</id><published>2009-02-13T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:58:50.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><title type='text'>Be Mine - Toddler style</title><content type='html'>The teachers at Jelly bean's day care ask a question of the week...this week's question was "Who will be your Valentine?" and her answer - "My mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this age! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-1405386130012550892?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1405386130012550892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=1405386130012550892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1405386130012550892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1405386130012550892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-mine-toddler-style.html' title='Be Mine - Toddler style'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-9167179654712846843</id><published>2009-02-07T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:00:01.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler humor'/><title type='text'>My Toddler Loves Going to the Doctor</title><content type='html'>I know I have written about this before, but Jelly bean loves going to the doctor. Yes, most kids kick and scream as you drag them, trying to bribe them with a lollipop, striking up your anxiety 3 days prior to actually going, OH the dread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not my Jelly bean. She asks to go to the doctor. She will fake a cough and turn to me and say, "Momma, I have a cough, I need to go to the doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I turned into the parking lot Jelly says, "Is that the doctor?" I replied, "Yes." She yells in pure excitement, "YEAH!!!!!" I say, "Could you at least act a little more sick than that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting room isn't really that exciting...she walks in and sits down while I go to the nurse's station to sign us in. And next thing I know, Jelly is singing at the top of her lungs. The nurses begin to laugh. I say, "Yes, you would never know anything was ever wrong with her...she loves to visit the doctor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit was actually legit, a cough that has lasted 4 weeks...a stomach bug in the middle...wanted to make sure there wasn't anything underlying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we visited with the doctor, he asked her, "Does anything hurt?" She replied, "Yes." He said, "Can you tell me what hurts?" She replied, "My belly." The Doctor asked, "Does anything else hurt?" She only offered a blank stare. He asked, "Does your head hurt?" She shook her head yes. I knew where this was going...I asked, "Does your foot hurt?" and she shook her head yes. At that point it was determined that she was going to say everything hurt. So the line of questioning was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor checked her out and gave her the all clear. 12-18 colds a year is normal for kids, unfortunately for my girl...she has had several this past month with a stomach virus in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was sticker time...Jelly picked her "Sleeping Beauty" sticker and walked out of there proud and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Jelly, "What makes going to the doctor so much fun?" She replied, "I get a sticker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she has millions of stickers at home -- there is apparently nothing like a sticker from the Doctor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-9167179654712846843?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9167179654712846843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=9167179654712846843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/9167179654712846843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/9167179654712846843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-toddler-loves-going-to-doctor.html' title='My Toddler Loves Going to the Doctor'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-293316928337008896</id><published>2009-02-01T17:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T17:33:18.408-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steelers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><title type='text'>Game Day</title><content type='html'>We were watching pre-game and Jelly Bean comes over, "That's scary, I don't want to watch that!" It just brings memories of the movie Waterboy, "Foosball is the work of the devil!" You know and that is why it is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Bowl may be a challenge to watch this year...Or Jelly maybe going beddy-bye early...but anyhow ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO STEEELERS GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SYYitKkEqPI/AAAAAAAAAes/JW8BIvYbgMA/s1600-h/steelers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297960170973079794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SYYitKkEqPI/AAAAAAAAAes/JW8BIvYbgMA/s200/steelers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://student.plattsburgh.edu/jfree001/Pittsburgh%2520Steelers.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.statueforum.com/showthread.php%3Ft%3D83095&amp;amp;usg=__-y9qV_xvN1dxM6xUeUf-FJh80uI=&amp;amp;h=768&amp;amp;w=1024&amp;amp;sz=610&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=oBq6SyOvGi4i0M:&amp;amp;tbnh=113&amp;amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dgo%2Bsteelers%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-293316928337008896?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/293316928337008896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=293316928337008896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/293316928337008896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/293316928337008896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/02/game-day.html' title='Game Day'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SYYitKkEqPI/AAAAAAAAAes/JW8BIvYbgMA/s72-c/steelers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7157837417655729421</id><published>2009-01-19T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:59:00.357-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peanut butter recall'/><title type='text'>Your Peanut Butter hit my Chocolate!</title><content type='html'>No, your Chocolate hit my Peanut Butter! Remember that commercial...yes, mmm...I think that was the time I feel in love with Chocolate and Peanut Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was pregnant with Jelly, hubby would walk into this local ice cream shop and order me a sundae with a double hit of the peanut butter sauce with hot fudge...mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love peanut butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I haven't eaten any peanut butter under the latest food recall. But many have and have gotten very sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/food-poisoning/news/20090117/fda-cdc-dont-eat-peanut-butter-products?src=RSS_PUBLIC"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is a news story on WebMd for you reading pleasure and for now, just eat your chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I also wanted to note: I haven't had a chance to update the latest recalls from the CPSC, please follow &lt;a href="http://www.cpsc.gov/cpscpub/prerel/prerel.html"&gt;this link &lt;/a&gt;to read the latest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7157837417655729421?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7157837417655729421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7157837417655729421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7157837417655729421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7157837417655729421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/your-peanut-butter-hit-my-chocolate.html' title='Your Peanut Butter hit my Chocolate!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4676788706739231982</id><published>2009-01-10T19:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:39:24.106-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weimaraner'/><title type='text'>An introduction...</title><content type='html'>I really am behind the gun on this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbOQvF5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/wxlapD_i-Fo/s1600-h/Indy+smallpup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356195891648402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbOQvF5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/wxlapD_i-Fo/s200/Indy+smallpup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to introduce Indy Anna, our newest edition to the family. Indy is a &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;weimaraner&lt;/span&gt;, she little over 16 weeks now and as rambunctious as she was when we first took her home...only she is bigger, much bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbba3LwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z4YHIz38eq8/s1600-h/Indy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356199423782658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbba3LwI/AAAAAAAAAeA/Z4YHIz38eq8/s200/Indy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to venture into the puppy world...after many long discussions and disagreements on what type of breed to go with...and weimaraner it was. The breed is a very active breed, but very loyal. They are highly intelligent and can bore easily. So you ask, why did we chose a weim. Well, first of all, we are crazy...kidding...we fell in love with the breed years ago from just their looks, but then we did our research. We wanted a breed that was intelligent and active. I was ready to invest in a treadmill this year, but the dog does exactly what I need. She is also extremely loyal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem...she is a puppy, a BIG puppy. And a strong puppy. And big, strong puppies can do a lot of damage if not properly trained...which we are looking to get her enrolled into class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also afraid of other dogs...which is another trait that can be corrected with proper socialization (we are working on it too.). We have many neighbors who have dogs, big and small. So taking walks is a great way to introduce them. When on a leash. But you see my next door neighbor lets his two little Yorkies out without a leash and supervision...Do you know where I am going with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to take Indy on a walk, a long walk the other day...and the Yorkies were out. They came &lt;s&gt;barreling &lt;/s&gt;prancing at us &lt;s&gt;barking &lt;/s&gt;yipping and what did my big puppy do? Ran the other way. I lost the leash and she took off towards our house. I started yelling "Stop!" "Heal!" "Freeze!" (Hey I am a mom.) She did stop. I stepped on the leash and bent down to get it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And SMACK! Indy headbutted me. Yes my friends, my cute puppy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6t2g3gzXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6-iZWAEshcg/s1600-h/Indy+smallpup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291357764254223730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6t2g3gzXI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6-iZWAEshcg/s200/Indy+smallpup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave me this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbsc80vI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qJ4Oy6QPi1Q/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356203995943666" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbsc80vI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/qJ4Oy6QPi1Q/s200/eye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiner, torn furniture, shredded leather jackets...how can you look at this face and be mad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbaT8akI/AAAAAAAAAeI/MfHhZf_VZr0/s1600-h/Indy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291356199126329922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbaT8akI/AAAAAAAAAeI/MfHhZf_VZr0/s200/Indy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4676788706739231982?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4676788706739231982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4676788706739231982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4676788706739231982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4676788706739231982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/introduction.html' title='An introduction...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SW6sbOQvF5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/wxlapD_i-Fo/s72-c/Indy+smallpup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5227396930574698469</id><published>2009-01-08T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:07:00.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><title type='text'>My feet are broken</title><content type='html'>When you become a senior citizen your begin to lose mobility, heck, I think at 30 it starts to go! But, at the fine age of 3? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temper tantrums is what I am used to...but when my little Jelly Bean doesn't want to do something, she doesn't always throw a temper tantrum. Oh No.  "I can't walk." "My feet are broken." and one that her friend has used, "My feet are broken they need batteries." Which you really have to love the creativity they come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wish I could say, "I am sorry, but my feet are broken, they need new batteries." Just to catch a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5227396930574698469?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5227396930574698469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5227396930574698469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5227396930574698469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5227396930574698469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-feet-are-broken.html' title='My feet are broken'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7210050810763701253</id><published>2009-01-02T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T14:51:57.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years resolution'/><title type='text'>Resolutions - Shmesolutions</title><content type='html'>I am not one for New Years Resolutions...Losing weight, swearing less, eating more healthy, saving money...whatever it is, for me, it is bound to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I take down the Christmas decorations and relish in all the fun we had this past holiday, I look forward to a new year  with new beginnings, filled with more joy and laughter. Not a resolution but my hope for a better year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jelly Bean finally slept through the night (New Years Eve) which is only a promise of a better year ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7210050810763701253?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7210050810763701253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7210050810763701253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7210050810763701253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7210050810763701253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions-shmesolutions.html' title='Resolutions - Shmesolutions'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2210028149514928698</id><published>2008-12-21T19:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:57:47.498-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>3 more days until Christmas...checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tree is up and decorated - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stockings are hung by the chimney - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cookies are baked - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The presents all bought and wrapped - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The child all snug in their beds - check, uncheck, check, uncheck - *note to self, scratch this one for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ham is ordered - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The animals have been tormented - check&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SU7zrM0F88I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yw2B_K3g_Ho/s1600-h/CIMG8235+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282427336451814338" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SU7zrM0F88I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/yw2B_K3g_Ho/s200/CIMG8235+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SU7zq-XKcvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/42i1epKgx5U/s1600-h/CIMG8225+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282427332572377842" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SU7zq-XKcvI/AAAAAAAAAdI/42i1epKgx5U/s200/CIMG8225+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! Happy Holidays Y'all! 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Four sneezes and coughs, three itchy rashes, two ear aches, one stuffy nose, and a 101 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the eighth day of Christmas my toddler brought to me...&lt;br /&gt;Eight times to the doctor, seven hours of diarrhea, six days of pink eye.&lt;br /&gt;Five....times vomiting. Four sneezes and coughs, three itchy rashes, two ear aches, one stuffy nose, and a 101 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ninth day of Christmas my toddler brought to me...&lt;br /&gt;Nine days of unpaid sick leave...Eight times to the doctor, seven hours of diarrhea, six days of pink eye.&lt;br /&gt;Five....times vomiting. Four sneezes and coughs, three itchy rashes, two ear aches, one stuffy nose, and a 101 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the tenth day of Christmas my toddler brought to me...&lt;br /&gt;Ten hours lack of sleep, nine days of unpaid sick leave...Eight times to the doctor, seven hours of diarrhea, six days of pink eye.&lt;br /&gt;Five....times vomiting. Four sneezes and coughs, three itchy rashes, two ear aches, one stuffy nose, and a 101 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 11th day of Christmas my toddler brought to me...&lt;br /&gt;11 hours of sore throat, ten hours lack of sleep, nine days of unpaid sick leave...Eight times to the doctor, seven hours of diarrhea, six days of pink eye.Five....times vomiting. Four sneezes and coughs, three itchy rashes, two ear aches, one stuffy nose, and a 101 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th day of Christmas my toddler brought to me...&lt;br /&gt;12 more sick kids in day care, 11 hours of sore throat, ten hours lack of sleep, nine days of unpaid sick leave...Eight times to the doctor, seven hours of diarrhea, six days of pink eye.Five....times vomiting. Four sneezes and coughs, three itchy rashes, two ear aches, one stuffy nose, and a 101 fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I love this time of year?  Jelly bean has been sticken with pink eye...Gotta love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7430546777364192628?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7430546777364192628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7430546777364192628&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7430546777364192628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7430546777364192628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-toddler-ills-of-christmas.html' title='The 12 toddler ills of Christmas'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5536005571601518978</id><published>2008-12-11T21:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:41:29.643-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster spray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler humor'/><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas...is sleep!</title><content type='html'>As new parents, you expect to be sleep deprived. Baby needs fed, baby needs changed...You walk around like a zombie for the first few months until a routine is established or the baby starts sleeping in 4-5 hour increments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When babies grow into toddlers you begin to experience new sleep-related issues. Night terrors, sleep walking, separation anxiety...Monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, monsters. I have been dealing with the monster-situation now for over 6 months. It seems that monsters are a 3-year-old thing. According to "experts" on the web, this is the time when toddlers begin to realize that the world isn't so nice. It is a phase and if handled correctly, then your toddler's monsters are short-lived. (Apparently, when you handle these things incorrectly, the monsters stick around for-eva! Or, ehem, more than 6 months.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what they say NOT to do:&lt;br /&gt;Don't brush-off the monsters or say "there are no monsters here."&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry or yell at your toddler.&lt;br /&gt;Don't punish your toddler for being scared.&lt;br /&gt;Don't avoid talking about monsters with your toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what they say to try:&lt;br /&gt;Try monster spray (fill spray bottle with water and spray around the room or let your toddler spray it).&lt;br /&gt;Lay down with your toddler and look at all the shadows and tell them what is making the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;Get a nightlight.&lt;br /&gt;Make a "No monsters Allowed" sign.&lt;br /&gt;Read them a book about monsters and show them how to overcome the fear. (Where the Wild Things Are.)&lt;br /&gt;Have them draw their monsters and then send them back to the "Monster Factory."&lt;br /&gt;Give them a special stuffed animal to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;When they get up, quietly walk them back to their room, put them in bed, pat their back for a minute and then leave quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Buy them special sheets or a blanket to make their room more inviting.&lt;br /&gt;Praise them when they sleep well through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can do this successfully, you will once again cherish that long-wished for sleep...Of course if you have done all of the above, like us, then think about bribery...'cause some are just too smart for these tricks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly bean on the phone with her Great-Grandmother..&lt;br /&gt;GG "Did you sit on Santa's lap yet?"&lt;br /&gt;JB "No, I stood by him. I will sit on his lap when he comes to my house. Down the chimney."&lt;br /&gt;GG "Well, you better be asleep on Christmas Eve or he won't be able to leave any presents."&lt;br /&gt;JB "We are working on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my 3-year-old said, "We are working on that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bribery my friends...stickers, candy, bracelet, a trip to the museum, library...whatever it takes. I think this is a sign that I am in trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5536005571601518978?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5536005571601518978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5536005571601518978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5536005571601518978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5536005571601518978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmasis-sleep.html' title='All I want for Christmas...is sleep!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-712561410749456117</id><published>2008-12-06T20:41:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:48:20.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='givng thanks'/><title type='text'>Thanks for Thanksgiving...better late than never!</title><content type='html'>I have been doing some job searching and well, some soul searching too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really needed some time to think about my next step. And, well, I am still not quite sure if I have everything figured out, or if I ever will really know where my path will lead me...but what I am realizing is that I have a lot to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband, through thick and thin...he still helps me laugh and reminds me of all that we do have in our lives that make everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, who else can make me smile and forget all about the cruel world outside? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful for having them both beside me, every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course my fat cat Tobee (who has lost 2 lbs - and that is a good thing), and our newest edition Indy (the puppy with ADHD) (more on her later!). They do say that animals help keep our blood pressure down and relieve stress...well, most of the time anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me not forget my friends...through it all, you still put up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to attempt to be back to my old writing self again soon...real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-712561410749456117?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/712561410749456117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=712561410749456117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/712561410749456117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/712561410749456117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-for-thanksgivingbetter-late-than.html' title='Thanks for Thanksgiving...better late than never!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5418584414472361970</id><published>2008-11-23T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:52:39.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>Being at your lowest can really bring out the worst in someone...but so many of you have reached out and sent me some really thoughtful and kind words of encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am truly blessed to have a circle of friends like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking a little more time off to get my head together. And my resume. Be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5418584414472361970?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5418584414472361970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5418584414472361970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5418584414472361970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5418584414472361970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2385416714968748936</id><published>2008-11-16T20:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:06:00.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>My world has been turned upside-down. I wish I could be more up-beat, but the fact is, I am depressed. I just don't have much in me to sit here and pretend that everything is hunky-dory. I wish I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miscarriages were bad enough, people don't want to talk about it...it is like a Medusa conversation. Bring it up and it turns to stone. Then the lay-off situation, we are in bad times...its nothing new to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize there are people out there who are suffering like me, maybe worse. But, right now I just can't get past my own heartache. Right now, I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that is because I am really good at pushing everyone I love away? Maybe it is because I am unapproachable...I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep searching for the light at the end of the tunnel...and it just isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all those who do still read, thanks for still stopping by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/st2mxQusLvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/st2mxQusLvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8100257753152143904?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8100257753152143904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8100257753152143904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8100257753152143904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8100257753152143904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-my-pity-party-and-i-will-cry-if-i.html' title='It&apos;s My Pity Party and I Will Cry If I Want To!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4478200772424563171</id><published>2008-11-06T08:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:42:21.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Arms</title><content type='html'>Today was your birth day&lt;br /&gt;but here I am with empty arms&lt;br /&gt;darkness not light&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;were you eyes blue like mine&lt;br /&gt;maybe dimples or freckles&lt;br /&gt;your sister's contagious laugh&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were taken before I met you&lt;br /&gt;leaving me broken, empty&lt;br /&gt;alone in this world&lt;br /&gt;but I'm holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding on to my empty arms&lt;br /&gt;holding on to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;wishing I had time&lt;br /&gt;to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birth day my dear angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4478200772424563171?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4478200772424563171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4478200772424563171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4478200772424563171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4478200772424563171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/empty-arms.html' title='Empty Arms'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2595943701629804221</id><published>2008-11-02T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:09:01.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glass booth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presidential election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Wait, don't vote...yet!</title><content type='html'>Election day is almost here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you vote, I encourage you to take &lt;a href="http://glassbooth.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;this quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. First, it walks you through which issues you feel most passionately about, next a series of questions follow - whether you support or oppose a statement. If you are unsure of a word, they have highlighted and underlined the word for you to click-on and find the definition or explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to sway your vote. But I do believe, as a parent, it is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; to not only vote - but to understand what we are voting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz includes all the candidates running, not just our Republican and Democrat candidates (that the media focuses much of their time on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it, and you may be surprised...I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't forget to take your little beans into the polls with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2595943701629804221?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2595943701629804221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2595943701629804221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2595943701629804221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2595943701629804221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/11/wait-dont-voteyet.html' title='Wait, don&apos;t vote...yet!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-1414111321436117460</id><published>2008-10-31T16:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:15:25.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2008/10/31/funny-pictures-basement-cat-wishes-u-happy-halloween/"&gt;&lt;img class="mine_2335736" title="funny-pictures-basement-cat-wishes-you-a-happy-halloween" alt="funny pictures of cats with captions" src="http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2008/10/funny-pictures-basement-cat-wishes-you-a-happy-halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/"&gt;animals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-1414111321436117460?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1414111321436117460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=1414111321436117460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1414111321436117460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1414111321436117460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/more-animals.html' title=''/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-1900882233824819757</id><published>2008-10-29T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T16:37:32.966-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trick or treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tainted candy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melamine'/><title type='text'>Tainted Candy - Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Information about several tainted brands of candy have been announced recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially it was reported that the Pirate's Gold Milk Chocolate Coins was not distributed to the U.S. but now they're saying that it may have been - so I'm passing this along just in case any of these candies show up in your child's Trick-or-Treat bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to give you a heads up about some Halloween candy that could be bad for kids: The U.S. Food and Drug Administration (FDA) is warning consumers not to consume White Rabbit Creamy Candy or Koala's March Crème filled Cookies because they may contain melamine. (1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the Canadian government is warning the public not to consume Sherwood Brands Pirate's Gold Milk Chocolate Coins, which may also have reached the U.S. (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with these candies? You've likely heard about the dangerous chemical, melamine, which was recently found in the Chinese milk supply and sickened thousands of children in China.  We've now seen reports that melamine tainted milk has been used in some Chinese candy products that have been shipped to the United States. (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that Chinese candy makes up only 0.7% of the candy sold in the U.S. (4) and the risk of serious harm from minor exposure to melamine is considered low by the World Health Organization (5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, we wanted to send this out to you because we don't want our kids eating candy with any toxic ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1. &lt;a href="http://www.fda.gov/oc/opacom/hottopics/melamine.html"&gt;http://www.fda.gov/oc/opacom/hottopics/melamine.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Here's the Canadian government's warning: &lt;a href="http://www.inspection.gc.ca/english/corpaffr/recarapp/2008/20081008e.shtml"&gt;http://www.inspection.gc.ca/english/corpaffr/recarapp/2008/20081008e.shtml&lt;/a&gt; The Vancouver Globe and Mail: &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20081028.wlhalloween28/BNStory/lifeFamily/home"&gt;http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20081028.wlhalloween28/BNStory/lifeFamily/home&lt;/a&gt;  And an article in the Chicago Tribune: &lt;a href="http://featuresblogs.chicagotribune.com/features_julieshealthclub/2008/10/chocolate-coins.html"&gt;http://featuresblogs.chicagotribune.com/features_julieshealthclub/2008/10/chocolate-coins.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. From Consumer Reports: &lt;a href="http://www.consumeraffairs.com/news04/2008/10/chinese_formula07.html"&gt;http://www.consumeraffairs.com/news04/2008/10/chinese_formula07.html&lt;/a&gt;, and Candy problem verified on Snopes: &lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/food/warnings/coins.asp"&gt;http://www.snopes.com/food/warnings/coins.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2008-09-24-melamine-china_N.htm"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2008-09-24-melamine-china_N.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Consumers exposed to tiny amounts of melamine shouldn't worry, says Angelika Tritscher of the World Health Organization. 'Melamine at low doses is actually not considered to be very toxic.'" Quote from: &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2008-09-24-melamine-china_N.htm"&gt;http://www.usatoday.com/news/health/2008-09-24-melamine-china_N.htm&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some recent press coverage: &lt;a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/news/canada/story.html?id=868904"&gt;http://www.nationalpost.com/news/canada/story.html?id=868904&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sports/ci_10626959"&gt;http://www.sltrib.com/sports/ci_10626959&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-1900882233824819757?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1900882233824819757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=1900882233824819757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1900882233824819757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1900882233824819757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/tainted-candy-trick-or-treat.html' title='Tainted Candy - Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6761826273841711824</id><published>2008-10-28T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:28:18.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monster spray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Don't forget to spray the monsters out!</title><content type='html'>Probably about six months ago, Bean started talking about the "M-word" you know, monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would run through the house screaming that the monsters were going to get her. She wouldn't go into another room alone (even with the lights on) because monsters were in the room. "Stay with me mommy, I can't sleep by myself, the monsters are in my room." she would plead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snuggled with 3 baby dolls, one kitty cat, 3 puppy dogs, 3 princess dolls, a night light turtle and a box of tissues with soft music playing in the background...I thought she might feel somewhat secure. And then it dawned on me...another blogger had tried "Monster spray." (Or a spray bottle of febreeze!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that night I said, "Do you want me to go get the monster spray? It keeps the monsters away." She thought for a moment and said, "Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months later..."Momma, I have something to tell you." "Yes." "Don't forget to spray the monsters out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6761826273841711824?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6761826273841711824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6761826273841711824&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6761826273841711824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6761826273841711824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-forget-to-spray-monsters-out.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to spray the monsters out!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8487146510394672020</id><published>2008-10-24T05:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:01:01.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping spree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='six pack joes'/><title type='text'>What the (you fill-in the blank)?!</title><content type='html'>Ok, we are going to try something new...to lighten the mood on here or maybe just mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday's I am going to try to come up with the best/comical/most outlandish news that I can find on the internet...all in good taste of course - this is a parenting blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I invite you to email me stories that you find or if you have a blog, post it on your blog and email me your link -- I will include it on my blog. We will call it "What the?" Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent how much? On what? With who's money? And you want to run what country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27320899"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MSNBC reported that the GOP spent $150,000 on Sarah Palin's wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?! What the?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no fears, she is donating it all to charity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guess what all you "Soccer Moms" out there...you can just tell all your "Six-pack-Joes" that it's ok to spend thousands of dollars on clothing and shoes oh and hair and make-up too, because once you are done, you promise to donate it to Goodwill or the Salvation Army. And you just couldn't shop at Target or JCPenny's...no, that wouldn't be good enough for the poor...you had to shop at Neiman-Marcus! 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I find these two the most interesting, because Bella and Bean get along great...and they love to fight with Becca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Bella and Bean can do no wrong...they are perfect angels.  Becca, on the other hand, is always up to no good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who wrote on the table?" Daddy asks angrily.&lt;br /&gt;"Becca did it." Bean says innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who wiped the boogies on the car door?" Mommy asks angrily.&lt;br /&gt;"Becca did it." Bean says innocently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bean, don't spit, that is not nice." Mommy corrects Bean.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't do it mommy, Becca did it." With a straight and serious face, says Bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you seeing the pattern here?  Hubby and I decided it was time to try some creative play. I thought it might help to put Becca into time out and talk to him about his bad behavior. But of course, Bean had to help me by bringing Becca to me (so I wasn't talking to thin air).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I sat Becca down and talked to her (of course Bean had some words for her too), she sat in time out. A friend had success with this method with her daughter. But mine thought it was a game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up...Daddy says, "For now on, if Becca does something she knows she shouldn't do, Bean gets in trouble too." Brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that Bean is keeping Becca out of trouble lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your children blame someone else for something they do?  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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SPaRjhg0FLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1nefrl8wWyA/s200/WaveofLight%5B2%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SPaRI5snEYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/b-3AzfRqNus/s1600-h/WaveofLight%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we remember our angels who are forever in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.october15th.com/"&gt;http://www.october15th.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-423831385602231861?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/423831385602231861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=423831385602231861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/423831385602231861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/423831385602231861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/wave-of-light.html' title='Wave of Light'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SPaRjhg0FLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1nefrl8wWyA/s72-c/WaveofLight%5B2%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-851932114150983470</id><published>2008-10-12T21:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:51:27.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><title type='text'>Chatty Bean</title><content type='html'>Have you ever really listened to a 3-year-old talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Bean loves to talk...friends are amazed while on the phone..."Does she ever stop?" is usually the question I get...which, I hope doesn't mean they are annoyed...but hey she is 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course when friends visit...you would think an alien would have come down and snatched her little tongue because she is that quiet! But then again...she is cautious of her surroundings and she is 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after dinner I was talking to Jelly Bean and sometimes I have to work very hard at not laughing, because she is dead-serious in conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, my tummy  is full. That is why I can't eat anymore. I eat cheese, potatoes and bread and they make me feel better. But I cough and get sick when I eat too much. That is why my tummy is full."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes perfect sense...to a 3 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-851932114150983470?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/851932114150983470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=851932114150983470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/851932114150983470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/851932114150983470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/chatty-bean.html' title='Chatty Bean'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6122800308222599285</id><published>2008-10-10T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:16:52.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child rapist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge'/><title type='text'>One Dollar Bail...</title><content type='html'>Outrageous, unbelievable, I don't know how else to describe it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whtm.com/news/stories/1008/560388.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;judge in Pennsylvania&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;reduced an accused child rapist bail from $500,000 to one dollar. The judge was of course punishing the prosecutors on the case...not the poor and probably terrified victim and her family! The accused rapist is now roaming our streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am completely dumbfounded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6122800308222599285?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6122800308222599285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6122800308222599285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6122800308222599285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6122800308222599285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-dollar-bail.html' title='One Dollar Bail...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-1734331264185543274</id><published>2008-10-08T20:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:57:53.025-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Financial Fears and Your Kids</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been holding out on the whole financial crisis thing...trying not to join the ranks with the media in stirring the bees nest on the situation. But, sometimes the media does come out with an interesting story...or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, MSNBC released a story called the "&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27052582/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;financial fears trickle down to the kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;." Kids, even as young as three are very in-tune to what we say and the emotions that come when we are stressed. They may never ask or say what they are gathering...but they do build upon it. Sometimes I catch Jelly Bean having a reaction to an "intense discussion" that hubby and I are having...and realize that maybe we could have handled ourselves better...or of course waited until we could talk alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact of the matter is, the financial crisis is affecting everyone. I keep hearing that financial strategists are worried that the "Great Depression" may in fact repeat itself. These are very scary times that we are facing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the article to be very interesting and I wonder how many parents have discussed the hard times with their kids. Or how as a family they work together to create a new budget - cutting back on outings and small purchases?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to open-up the forum and find out - what you, as parents, have explained to your kids, or maybe you haven't yet, or don't think it is necessary to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't sat JB down to discuss the hard-times. But we weren't sure how much a 3-year-old would be able to digest. I think if she asked about it, we would definitely try to explain things to her. We have been fortunate so far, but we have been eating out less and spending less - just in case. And, I have to admit, trying to be optimistic...we have been hoping for things to bounce back sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you talked with your child about the financial hard-times? Do you feel they would understand? 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They have big plans, ones that JB helped pick out. They are going to make an apple pie (hubby is a pretty good cook/baker) and they are going to try to go down to this lake nearby and feed the ducks and geese (that should be interesting considering hubby hates geese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home today, I asked JB if she was excited about making an apple pie with daddy, this is how the conversation went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB -"I like apple pie mommy, we made one today."&lt;br /&gt;"You did? Did you eat it?"&lt;br /&gt;JB -"No, we threw it in the trash."&lt;br /&gt;"And you didn't bring me a piece?"&lt;br /&gt;JB -"Yes, here." (pretending to hand me a piece of pie) "Eat it."&lt;br /&gt;"mmmm. very good."&lt;br /&gt;JB -"yup."&lt;br /&gt;"How long did it take to cook the pie?"&lt;br /&gt;JB -"Yours took 40 years. Mine didn't take that long. Just, um, 2 years."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that must have been some hard work."&lt;br /&gt;JB -"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a feeling they will be pretty busy tomorrow. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Just a &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/news/20080929/cadburys-chocolate-safe-in-us"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;false alarm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!(Well, for those who live in the U.S.) Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess with a girls chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8938079865728268750?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8938079865728268750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8938079865728268750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8938079865728268750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8938079865728268750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-no-not-chocolate.html' title='Oh No, Not the Chocolate!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8002687367524402936</id><published>2008-09-27T16:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:06:56.713-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day care'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><title type='text'>Painting is theraputic...and messy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend I spent much of my Sunday painting this mural with some very talented and artistic friends. The mural is on my daughter's (and my friends) day care playground. The kids are extremely thrilled and it isn't even done yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250809902315737538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SN6fyUKiEcI/AAAAAAAAASc/9reklvFFGX4/s200/murelaz1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Azirah, who is the very talented artist who is responsible for this amazing creation...hand drew the entire safari and the pictures just don't do it justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250809901467973282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SN6fyRAaNqI/AAAAAAAAASk/mZeXARHxc5Q/s200/murelbus1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other friend Nicole, who organized and planned this cool idea, has been spending much of her free time on this as Azirah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250809907348961186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SN6fym6i96I/AAAAAAAAAS0/3wQTzDir9OM/s200/murelgrass1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is clumsy me...see that huge wet spot on the ground...yes, I knocked over a very full bucket of green paint. Thankfully, with scrub brushes and soap...it washed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250809989680808722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SN6f3Zn_QxI/AAAAAAAAATE/txUYan04uuc/s200/murelne1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my spill I decided it would be best for everyone if I kept low to the ground. So you can see my handy work on the grass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250809909009886162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SN6fytGiq9I/AAAAAAAAAS8/UHbQBvStMoM/s200/murelhardwork1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Azirah thought it would be nice to add 3 butterflies in memorandum for the those angel babies who have been lost...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250809908106813346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SN6fypvO36I/AAAAAAAAASs/7582_6RjYrU/s200/murelbutterfly1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun...and we got a lot accomplished, but there is still more work to do...I will try and re-post new pictures when the mural is complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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Yes, it really is, &lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you don't believe me. Anyway just about every day is dedicated to something...some silly, some not so silly...but that is a whole 'nother blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my point, with October just around the corner, I wanted to mention some really important issues that are being highlighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously the first is &lt;a href="http://cms.komen.org/komen/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Breast Cancer Awareness Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Moms, Grandmoms, daughters, we all tend to focus more on others than ourselves -- Breast Cancer is not picky, it affects the young and old, blonds and redheads, Asian and Caucasian, women and men...but being educated we are becoming survivors. And go ahead and "Feel your boobies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;a href="http://www.ncadv.org/takeaction/DomesticViolenceAwarenessMonth_134.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Domestic Violence Awareness Month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Women and children many times become silent victims of domestic violence. Some have no where to go, no where to hide...The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence provides them with a safe place and the tools they need to survive. Those of us who have cell phones, we usually trade them up every 2 years...why not donate them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Third, the most important to me, personally...&lt;a href="http://www.nationalshareoffice.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Month. 1 in 4 pregnancies end in miscarriage. Astonishingly high. Imagine how many people suffer in silence, because many do. On October 15th, all are invited to light a candle at 7pm to honor those lost angels. The point is to keep the candle burning for an hour, and if everyone lights a candle from all over the world...it will be a wave of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to add the link to &lt;a href="http://myforeverchild.com/store/WsPCollectionsDet.asp?ID=5&amp;amp;pID=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Forever Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I found this site for a friend who suffered a miscarriage and bought her a bracelet, which she has since returned the favor. I highly recommend the bracelets, and for Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month they have some really nice and inexpensive &lt;a href="http://myforeverchild.com/store/WsDefault.asp?One=505"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (great for the dads too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month has a great cause, find one and volunteer...imagine all those you are helping along the way, because who knows when you might need it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8321946641718072679?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8321946641718072679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8321946641718072679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8321946641718072679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8321946641718072679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-what-is-signifcance-of-this-day.html' title='And what is the signifcance of this day?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4352447037719250119</id><published>2008-09-17T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:18:00.732-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='product recalls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPSC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bpa'/><title type='text'>Yet another Government failing to do its job</title><content type='html'>Today, a friend - who is well aware of my rage that I release on my blog over child-safety recalls and our government who continues to make stupid decisions that not only affect our lives, but those of our young children, whom we will need in the future - sent me an email about the &lt;a href="http://www.forbes.com/business/2008/09/17/baby-milk-china-biz-cx_pm_0917notes.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Chinese formula recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the recall should not affect us here, but it is still very sad because thousands of babies were sickened and even worse, three died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, in another email, &lt;a href="http://www.mcall.com/news/local/all-a1_bpa.6591748sep17,0,291918.story"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;more haunting news about BPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. After a finding that said BPA was &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/bottle-ban.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;harmless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;now another group is saying the chemical is in fact harmful and is causing diabetes and heart problems in humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will someone stand-up to the special-interests groups and start protecting the people who elect them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks K! And keep them coming...I love being the Recall WatchDog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out the recall product list on the right sidebar. Click on them to read the full release on the product. If you want to sign-up to receive those emails, follow this &lt;a href="https://www.cpsc.gov/cpsclist.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the CPSC site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4352447037719250119?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4352447037719250119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4352447037719250119&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4352447037719250119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4352447037719250119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/yet-another-government-failing-to-do.html' title='Yet another Government failing to do its job'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3402447807467158748</id><published>2008-09-13T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:53:10.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is final</title><content type='html'>Finding words lately has been tough. I almost feel guilty for smiling or feeling happy. It's not that I don't...because I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to another doctor appointment this week, 1 day after my "8-week" appointment was scheduled. It was tough sitting there watching pregnant women walk in and out. That would've been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the nurse called me back, I went through the doors that I have been through once a week for the past 4 weeks, she asked how I was doing, "ok" was my tear-filled response. She said, "I guess you are beginning to feel like a pin cushion." I replied, "I guess that is how you could describe it." I couldn't wait to get out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, my test results came back and my HCG levels came down from 600-something to 3...So I guess everything is final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the emails and comments from everyone. I don't mind reading and responding electronically...It just seems too hard to talk about it right now. I just can't choke-up the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3402447807467158748?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3402447807467158748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3402447807467158748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3402447807467158748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3402447807467158748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-is-final.html' title='Everything is final'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6950620402645479116</id><published>2008-09-10T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:52:07.266-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c-section'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms'/><title type='text'>C-section Mom Rant</title><content type='html'>Giving birth to a child is a wonderful and very meaningful experience, until the scientists start chiming in with their "studies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my thoughts on what to expect when I give birth, it would be like what you see in the movies. Some breathing (like they taught us in class) and 3 pushes and voila cute and cuddly baby. Yeah right, more like...Screaming for more drugs, while clawing your husbands eyes out, exorcism-like voice saying "get out of my belly!"- add head-spinning, and after 12 hours of hard pushes, they say you need a c-section, emergency c-section begins - you go into shock and then they bring you your cute and cuddly baby.  Well, at least the end result was the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not have gone exactly like that for me, but I did end up having a c-section after numerous complications. And I have to say, I felt pretty bad. I had worked up the anticipation of wanting to give birth naturally, and it was just taken away. And then, to add salt to the wound, some scientists come up with this theory that &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/baby/news/20080904/c-section-affects-moms-response-to-baby?src=rss_womenshealth"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"C-section Affects Mom's Response to Baby."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, mothers who have c-sections are less responsive to their baby's cries than those who gave birth naturally...says 6 woman who participated in the study. Thank you Mr. Scientist. But I was always quick to respond to my baby...still am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that people are up in arms about c-sections and how they are abused by the medical system and are never needed, blah, blah, blah. But something we all need to understand is that some people actually do need them, and when someone gets up on their soap-box, they are only making those of us who actually didn't have a choice feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-section mothers are good moms, they love their babies just as much as any mother. And most importantly, the end result is the same...we give birth to the most precious gift imaginable. That my friends is all that matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6950620402645479116?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6950620402645479116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6950620402645479116&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6950620402645479116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6950620402645479116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/c-section-mom-rant.html' title='C-section Mom Rant'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3479868172871553303</id><published>2008-09-07T20:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:40:18.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA for a little while.</title><content type='html'>It has been a tough week. I haven't really felt all that much like writing or sitting in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, first I was angry. Angry at God, angry at everyone. Now I am numb. I guess I am going through the cycles. Physically I am feeling better. I fortunately didn't require a D &amp;amp; E, but I don't know if that is necessarily fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor, who is really awesome, still believes that we are a healthy couple who will have another baby someday soon. He openly admitted that sometimes it isn't a science but an art, art of higher beings...we just don't have control. I think deep down I know it is true...but how can it happen like this?  I struggle with the thought of all the babies born unwanted and dumped in the trash. Why are they given to people who never wanted them in the first place, instead of families who will love and nurture them into wonderful adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we will wait another 2 months until we can try again, which puts us at a year. We began trying in November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be MIA for a bit longer, I may come back in a few days...Just don't count me out. And thanks to those who sent emails...I really do appreciate the thoughts and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3479868172871553303?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3479868172871553303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3479868172871553303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3479868172871553303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3479868172871553303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/mia-for-little-while.html' title='MIA for a little while.'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7154518045741838713</id><published>2008-09-03T18:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:42:39.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Angel</title><content type='html'>It has been 5 months since the loss of our last baby...5 months of healing and trying again for baby number 2. When I was late in August and took the pregnancy test, I felt a guarded excitement...or as doctor's say cautious optimism, but the test said "pregnant." Things seemed to be going ok. The doctor ordered blood work to monitor the pregnancy and found my hcg levels and my &lt;a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/pregnancycomplications/earlyfetaldevelopment.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;progesterone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;levels low. They immediately put me on the "sticky pill," or progesterone pill to help boost my level...it is not meant to stop a loss but has sometimes been known to help the embryo to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks 3 days...&lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-may-have-never-met-our-angel-but-we.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;another angel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;goes to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7154518045741838713?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7154518045741838713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7154518045741838713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7154518045741838713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7154518045741838713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-angel.html' title='Another Angel'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4805867466975313184</id><published>2008-08-30T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:28:49.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Until later...</title><content type='html'>I will be out this weekend...everyone have a happy Labor Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4805867466975313184?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4805867466975313184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4805867466975313184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4805867466975313184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4805867466975313184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/until-later.html' title='Until later...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3381717187502248254</id><published>2008-08-27T21:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:01:24.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ear ache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obesity'/><title type='text'>An ear ache is making you fat?</title><content type='html'>Childhood obesity is becoming quite the epidemic...McDonalds was sued years ago for making kids fat, moms who didn't breastfeed their children are being blasted for making their kids fat, and of course tv and video games are making our kids fat. Yeah, that's the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just the other day a new report was released that "&lt;a href="http://children.webmd.com/news/20080814/ear-infections-may-increase-obesity-risk"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ear infections may trigger obesity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". Ok, seriously...maybe it is time we as parents take some of the blame? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, children may have a gene that triggers them to like one food better than the others, and yes it is hard to get them to eat healthy all the time. Heck, my child's staples right now are mac and cheese and fries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child my parents told me that I "had to sit at the table until my plate was clean." Yes, they were &lt;em&gt;THOSE&lt;/em&gt; parents. I, of course do things a little differently...but I don't blame my parents...I mean I may not be Paris Hilton skinny, but I think I am doing ok...So, they really didn't do a bad job...but anyway...what is causing obesity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my thoughts, cause I am a epidemiologist, ok I just act like one on my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Food packaging. Serving sizes are 50 percent larger than they were 10 years ago. Go to McDonalds and order a small coke or fry...they will give you what used to be a medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Juice = Fruit. Parents today are constantly on the run, and it is much easier giving your child a cup of juice instead of an apple or orange. Problem is juice is loaded with extra sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mirror image. They eat what you eat. If you eat healthy they will eat healthy. And this may be a long term solution. Toddlers work best with reverse psychology. (No, don't eat that...ugh! Yuck!) and it becomes a "how many pieces of broccoli can she eat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Portion control. It may say low-fat but that doesn't mean you can eat double. I just don't bother with diet food and drinks...They actually leave me feeling hungrier. I would rather eat my cake and savor the bite. Everything is ok in moderation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Exercise. This one I am guilty of...When I was in Europe, everyone walked everywhere. We are so spoiled here. Get the kids out and play - with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Snack time. My daughter gets one snack a day after her nap...and sometimes she doesn't want it. Kids today are eating constantly and they don't need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are my 6 reasons to why there is a child obesity problem in the U.S., a problem that isn't McDonald's fault nor is it an ear infection's fault...it is our own fault.  &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/nutrition_fit/nutrition/habits.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Take action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and prevent obesity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3381717187502248254?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3381717187502248254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3381717187502248254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3381717187502248254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3381717187502248254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/ear-ache-is-making-you-fat.html' title='An ear ache is making you fat?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2579114149134652534</id><published>2008-08-24T18:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T18:48:07.614-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='state fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Have you ever seen a Peeing Cow?</title><content type='html'>Jelly and I met a friend and her daughter at the Maryland State Fair today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great thing about state fairs, well besides all the fattening food, is that it is really easy to entertain a 3 year old. They had every farm animal a child could dream of...cows, pigs, goats, sheep...but that isn't even the extent of what entertained our kids...oh no...cow's and pig's relieving themselves is what drew our kids in! That is right people..Poop and pee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the peeing cow left such a lasting impression on my little Jelly Bean, that she insisted on saying goodbye to the "Peeing Cow" before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, nothing like pure excrement for a days entertainment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2579114149134652534?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2579114149134652534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2579114149134652534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2579114149134652534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2579114149134652534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/have-you-ever-seen-peeing-cow.html' title='Have you ever seen a Peeing Cow?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7093442636093718213</id><published>2008-08-20T21:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:49:36.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><title type='text'>Conversations with my three year old:</title><content type='html'>"Your my sweet little girl."&lt;br /&gt;"No mommy, I your sweet little BIG girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy Rocks!"&lt;br /&gt;"What about mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy Bites!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tobee doesn't listen. We need a new cat."&lt;br /&gt;"But other cats don't listen."&lt;br /&gt;"...We need a dog!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yelling from bed, "I am going to sleep mommy, all by myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't three the best age?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7093442636093718213?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7093442636093718213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7093442636093718213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7093442636093718213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7093442636093718213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/conversations-with-my-three-year-old.html' title='Conversations with my three year old:'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8774595202606108605</id><published>2008-08-16T20:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:07:35.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FDA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bpa'/><title type='text'>Bottle Ban</title><content type='html'>A news update on &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/parenting/news/20080815/bisphenol-a-safe-says-fda?src=RSS_PUBLIC"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BPA or Bisphenol A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, the FDA has recently stated that the levels found in humans is below the toxic levels as some had thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still a little skeptical, it is really hard to put faith into a government who bases their opinions on special interests groups needs and not the consumer needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this happen with the lead levels in the toys...problems with our imported foods...and even with vaccinations that are given to our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you haven't exchanged those bottles and would still like to, you probably should soon before they cancel that idea. But even if you don't do that in time, you will still be able to purchase the BPA-free bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a side note, our neighbors in Canada are still banning BPA and lawmakers in California are still considering the ban as well...makes ya think...doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8774595202606108605?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8774595202606108605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8774595202606108605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8774595202606108605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8774595202606108605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/bottle-ban.html' title='Bottle Ban'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6963633212242624678</id><published>2008-08-13T21:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T21:20:14.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monsters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wolf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadows'/><title type='text'>It's just my shadow</title><content type='html'>You know how some days you can't figure out why your child is completely terrified and won't go to sleep...sobbing so much, they clog those little already stuffy noses, and then it hits you...I probably shouldn't have been chasing them around the house earlier pretending to be a giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Note to self: Don't pretend to be a Giant, Big Bad Wolf or any other type of monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because those things come alive at night in your child's room in the form of shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like shadows, mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever laid down in your child's room and looked at the shadows? What did you tell your child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6963633212242624678?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6963633212242624678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6963633212242624678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6963633212242624678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6963633212242624678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-just-my-shadow.html' title='It&apos;s just my shadow'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6939057441214470701</id><published>2008-08-10T20:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:05:09.508-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies r us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby bottles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys r us'/><title type='text'>Bottle Exchange</title><content type='html'>Somehow I am really behind on this bit of information...but a friend of mine sent me an email that said that Babies R Us is taking returns on old baby bottles (without a receipt) and exchanging them for new BPA-free bottles. (BPA is &lt;a href="http://www.niehs.nih.gov/news/media/questions/sya-bpa.cfm#19"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bisphenol-A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unable to find a press release on the Toys R Us website, but it appears to be &lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/thecheckout/2008/04/update_toys_r_us_to_pull_bottl.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, when you take your bottles in to be exchanged, do not expect to get store credit, and be ready to possibly put out a few more dollars...BPA-free bottles costs slightly more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true break-through and I am very proud of Toys R Us for taking this stand. One small step will become one huge leap for consumers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6939057441214470701?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6939057441214470701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6939057441214470701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6939057441214470701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6939057441214470701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/bottle-exchange.html' title='Bottle Exchange'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4483841992188019125</id><published>2008-08-09T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:49:43.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts and prayers for &lt;a href="http://stepherz.com/2008/07/30/sweet-lil-sticker/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stepherz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4483841992188019125?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4483841992188019125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4483841992188019125&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4483841992188019125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4483841992188019125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughts-and-prayers-for-stepherz.html' title=''/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5464557039897847746</id><published>2008-08-06T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:52:03.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Yes Dear, they are shot-happy!</title><content type='html'>Jelly had her 3-year appointment the other day. Hubby braved this one on his own. Although, unlike most children, my child loves going to the doctor. She even asked if she could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she often asks for medicine too...which could lead one to think that either she is going to be a doctor one day or a pharmacist...(come on, what'd you think I was going to say, geesh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the morning of her appointment I prepped her for going to see the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me "Jelly, you are going to see the doctor today."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly "I am? I not sick mommy."&lt;br /&gt;me "I know you aren't sick, but sometimes we go when we are healthy...to get a check-up."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly "Ok. Are they going to give me a shot?"&lt;br /&gt;me (remember what the doctor said last year) "Nope, you don't need that until your a couple years older."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to a couple hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby calls to tell me how the appointment went...everything appeared fine, the doctor recommended we enter Jelly into some sort of play group outside of day care...and she got a shot. HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here is the background...back in 2007, the doctor offered a Hep A shot. I originally had signed the consent form...and before the doctor gave the shot...she double checked that it was ok. Because as sleepless parents it is easy to confuse oneself between Hep A and Hep B. Hep A is not mandatory...well at least not yet. Hep B is. After finding out more about it, we refused the shot. Giving her a nice shot-free break until Kindergarten. But now according to Jelly's records, she did get it (in the left thigh to be exact). However, Hubby and I (as witnesses) know she never got it...well until now. She got the second dose...so she is half immune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank. "I told Jelly that she wasn't getting a shot." I said to hubby. Hubby "Don't worry, she took it like a trooper. It wasn't until she was in the car that she said, 'Daddy that shot hurt. I don't like shots.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Poor Baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5464557039897847746?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5464557039897847746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5464557039897847746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5464557039897847746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5464557039897847746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-dear-they-are-shot-happy.html' title='Yes Dear, they are shot-happy!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6085792002374855102</id><published>2008-08-03T21:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:54:41.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grocery stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='check-out clerks'/><title type='text'>Grocery Store horrors</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, feeling quite refreshed...but somehow a week never seems long enough, and of course with a 3-year-old, I need a vacation from my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was a catch-up day...a day for loads of laundry...dishes...grocery shopping.  Have I ever mentioned how much I loathe the grocery store. I really do. It rates up there with cleaning my shower. (I know, one would think toilet would top the "most hated chores list" but no, toilet is easy...shower is not) But back to the grocery store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 3 grocery stores in our area...2 powerhouse stores and one kind of  "mom and pop" shop. The one grocery store, Wegmen's, I personally find over-rated. I went one time and became overly frustrated with how big the store was and how little they offered. The other, Giant, is the one my mom used to shop frequently - as I do, mainly due to it offering a little bit more than the other smaller store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went grocery shopping today, while Jelly Bean napped (ahhh, yes), and after picking up my few items that is priced at a million dollars...seriously a gallon of milk is almost $4.00!  Outrageous! But hey, I did get a 20 cent discount on my gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so as I approach check-out a lady comes out of no where, "Can I help unload your cart." (take note, that wasn't a question) and reaches in my cart and starts grabbing items. "No, thanks." I say. Yes, anal-me has a particular way of loading the conveyor belt. Of course, that is because I am trying to help the bagger put the items in my bags properly. Which they never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually ask for paper (Yes, I am one of those - but seriously, the plastic is using more oil...so which is actually better? Besides, I am slowly converting to my own cloth bags). When I ask for plastic, they put two items in a bag and give me 20 bags...ridiculous! And now when I ask for paper, they cram everything into 4 bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, that isn't what irritates me...no. With all the food-borne epidemics that we are experiencing lately, I think I finally know the cause! Yes that is right, blame your baggers...or really maybe your grocery store managers for not properly training these kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past several months I have had baggers place my fresh produce on top (even below) my raw meat. Can someone say ecoli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched in horror as they placed bathroom cleaner in with my breads. Mmmm, would you like some peanut butter with that poison?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unloaded my groceries to, something that looked like it was used as a basketball net, to find smashed boxes, dented cans (which I may add is also a health risk)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I may be a little retentive about my groceries...but now you understand why I hate grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self...next time plan a 2-week vacation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6085792002374855102?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6085792002374855102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6085792002374855102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6085792002374855102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6085792002374855102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/08/grocery-store-horrors.html' title='Grocery Store horrors'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4393565397174557555</id><published>2008-07-27T21:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:43:59.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be back soon</title><content type='html'>I am having a hard time finding the words to write tonight. Maybe it is the summer excitement or maybe it is all that ice cream giving me brain freeze? Maybe I am long-over-due for a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I am taking a week off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4393565397174557555?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4393565397174557555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4393565397174557555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4393565397174557555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4393565397174557555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/be-back-soon.html' title='Be back soon'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6142990403386532821</id><published>2008-07-24T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:40:49.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recycle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Well what do you know, I learned something new</title><content type='html'>I was in a training seminar today and they were discussing recycling paper. I am all about recycling paper, cans and bottles. I think it is the least we can do in this disposable society...protect the environment for our babies and their babies. But did you know you can recycle paper yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't mean when you throw it in the recycle bin. Or the shredder. And no, I don't mean to compost it, or lay it in your flower beds...although those are very effective methods...what I learned today is that you can put it in your blender and blend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your blender. I know, my first comment was like, "What do you do, make paper martinis?" No, silly you don't drink it...did you really think I was heading down that road? You make your own paper out of it. Cool! This is a great project to do with your kids.  Crafty and enviro-conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6142990403386532821?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6142990403386532821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6142990403386532821&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6142990403386532821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6142990403386532821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-what-do-you-know-i-learned.html' title='Well what do you know, I learned something new'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7242997032985146404</id><published>2008-07-20T17:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:35:04.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='binky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='binky fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>The Binky fairy has failed me</title><content type='html'>This weekend, while Jelly bean was on the floor throwing one-of-her-typical-three-year-old-fits, she stopped and said, "Mommy, something is under my bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we don't store anything under her bed, I chose to investigate. And there it was...a lone binky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well, look at that, it's a binky, the Binky fairy must have dropped it."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly: "The Binky fairy dropped it? Can I have it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Umm, no."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly: "Let me see it. " I nervously show it to her.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I guess we will have to let it out for the Binky fairy to pick-up."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly: "Yes. Maybe the Binky fairy can leave it for my baby sister."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No, I think another baby can use it before then."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly: "oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice try though. 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OOO, I feel so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My secret, "blue box" mac and cheese with butternut squash puree. And Chocolate zucchini cake with shredded zucchini. You can't taste it, smell it or see it. It is moist and very tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And today's prize for getting that wonderful lovely fiber into your toddlers diet...Drum roll please...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly bean: "I pooped on the potty! Mommy, want to see it?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Yes you did, good job."&lt;br /&gt;Jelly bean: "I ate a lot and now I poop." smiling proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! &lt;s&gt;Potty&lt;/s&gt;-parent-training is going great. The trick, she gets a new (very cheap) book for going #2...in fact it is going so well...the rule has now changed to (for my wallet's benefit), during the week Jelly will collect stickers on a card, in which she can then redeem for a trip to the Local Library and pick out some books of her choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very excited. And this may be it...the accidents are getting less and less! 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To the adults, Hobbes is a stuffed Tiger. To Calvin, Hobbes is his very much alive tiger and best friend.  &lt;/p&gt;Similar to Calvin, Jelly has her imaginary friends...Bella and Becca. These two, who I assume are her sisters, whom she loves to boss around all the time. She plays with them at home, fights with them in the car and the moment hubby or I interrupt, she gets very shy and bashful about it, "No, turn around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella and Becca have quite the reputation around our household (similar to Hobbes), they usually are the ones causing any and all the trouble...well besides what our fat cat Tobee doesn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can become so actively engaged with her sisters/friends...that sometimes hubby and I have a hard time distinguishing whether she is talking to us or her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not quite sure what the psychology is behind imaginary friends, if it is toddlers learning social skills, how to have a conversation or if it is a coping mechanism (loneliness or helping them through a difficult situation) or maybe it is as plain and simple as a developmental thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your little one have an imaginary friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4448911434105351459?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4448911434105351459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4448911434105351459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4448911434105351459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4448911434105351459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/calvin-and-hobbes-syndrome.html' title='The Calvin and Hobbes syndrome'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SHv0BwcLa6I/AAAAAAAAASU/LXJUnQqETTI/s72-c/calvinhobbes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3687632522438670387</id><published>2008-07-11T10:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:27:18.077-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler trackers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child safety harness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dutch wonderland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='id tags'/><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>When I was about Jelly bean's age, my parents took me to the beach. My brother and dad were playing in the waves and my mom had only turned her back for a second...and I was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3, I wasn't worried about losing my family...I was too interested in finding sea shells. As I walked along the crowded beach that day, I didn't even think to look up - like most 3-year-olds I was focused on the shells in the sand. Eventually when I realized my parents were out of sight, I began to cry. Luckily, a life guard approached me and asked where my parents were, unlucky for him, I didn't know. I couldn't remember what they had on or where we stayed, because at 3, it all looked the same. So, he signaled the other life guards to be on the look-out for parents looking for a lost child, fortunately soon after we were reunited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember this day very clearly and now that I am a parent, I understand the distress my parents felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days you have many options to help keep track of your kids with &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=4532497"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;leashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=487760&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=85183&amp;amp;categoryId=85215&amp;amp;subCategoryId=86205"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;beepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, or id tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leashes or "child safety harnesses" are good for when you will be walking on a busy street or in the mall. But these don't give your child any sense of freedom or independence, which could be a struggle with a toddler. These are available in many varieties, the one I linked above is a stuffed animal backpack -- making it more fun for your child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beepers or "toddler trackers" seem like they would be good when at a park or amusement park however, per some &lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=487760&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=85183&amp;amp;categoryId=85215&amp;amp;subCategoryId=86205#tabs"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;parents comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, it can be hard to hear in a noisy crowded area and if they get to far away, it wouldn't work at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we recently took Jelly Bean to &lt;a href="http://www.dutchwonderland.com/park_info/park_tips.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dutch Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; I was quite impressed with the park's proactive approach on lost children. They actually offer free ID bracelets at the ticket counter. All you do is write down your first and last name (and if you have, a cell phone number) and attach the plastic id bracelet to your child's wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if the park or place you are going doesn't offer something like this? You can order them online, in many varieties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a &lt;a href="http://www.whosshoesid.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;shoe id&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which I thought was neat. It attaches with Velcro, so it is reusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an &lt;a href="http://www.vacationid.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;id band,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it appears to be similar to the one that Dutch Wonderland had. But you are required to buy the minimum of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those popular &lt;a href="https://reminderband.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;silicone bracelets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that you can personalize, and they are waterproof. These are higher in price, unless you buy in bulk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tattooswithapurpose.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are another option for parents, as is writing the information on their arm or belly with a sharpie. My only dilemma with this is, and I know because Jelly did it, they then think it is ok to color with pen and marker on themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other (free) suggestions I found included, write the information on their clothing tag, or on masking tape and place it on the inside of their shirt or shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think back to the day at the beach, I know that we were really lucky. And now with these simple solutions, I know that I can enjoy my summer and our travels with a sense of peace, knowing if I do become separated from Jelly, she will have our information to be reunited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3687632522438670387?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3687632522438670387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3687632522438670387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3687632522438670387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3687632522438670387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5192470588998541039</id><published>2008-07-09T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:24:13.546-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='employment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pocketful of sunshine'/><title type='text'>It's official</title><content type='html'>I was offered a new job and after much thought and discussion, I accepted the offer. I don't want to get into detail, as to protect what little privacy I do have online. So, bye-bye unemployment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that things are looking up - I can free my mind to relax and tend to my blog...however, the words...they just aren't coming. Maybe I am officially suffering from a "mental block" or "writers block" -- what does one do in this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to do something to celebrate (my new found job) and (the old one I have left behind)...so what better way to demonstrate this than through a song...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2XcqKaXDIY"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pocketful of Sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is catchy and fun. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back full-force soon. promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5192470588998541039?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5192470588998541039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5192470588998541039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5192470588998541039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5192470588998541039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2404475536177645354</id><published>2008-07-07T14:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:28:59.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool safety'/><title type='text'>Refreshing blue waters</title><content type='html'>Swimming and summer go hand and hand. But there are many dangers when it comes to your toddler and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned in &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/pool-dangers.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;my pool dangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post, all it takes is a little water in the lungs to cause un-intentional drowning, so as parents we must be vigilant about the &lt;a href="http://blogs.webmd.com/safety4kids/2008/06/dry-drowning-invisible-tragedy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;warning signs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another health issue has come to fruition, don't drink the pool water.  Which this past weekend, I noticed my little Jelly bean enjoys blowing bubbles in the pool - however, her version involves "tasting the water" not actually blowing bubbles.  &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/healthyswimming/what.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Experts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;say you shouldn't even let the water in your mouth, due to pools being contaminated or you may experience one of the most common illnesses - diarrhea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that we covered keeping the water out of our and our toddlers mouths...also remember these important &lt;a href="http://www.usa.safekids.org/tier3_cd_2c.cfm?content_item_id=25811&amp;amp;folder_id=181"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;water safety basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, this post isn't meant to scare parents, just remind us of water safety...so go have a fun and "jump in the pool" kind of summer!  Besides, you may be training the next &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/07/sports/olympics/07swimming.html?ref=othersports"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dara Torres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2404475536177645354?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2404475536177645354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2404475536177645354&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2404475536177645354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2404475536177645354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/refreshing-blue-waters.html' title='Refreshing blue waters'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6186411138239226416</id><published>2008-07-06T16:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T16:15:20.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>Hope you and your family enjoyed some good eats and fireworks! Be back Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6186411138239226416?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6186411138239226416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6186411138239226416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6186411138239226416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6186411138239226416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8137435197664951449</id><published>2008-07-03T08:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T08:32:48.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I may be down but I'm not defeated</title><content type='html'>I really don't enjoy complaining about the bad happenings in my life, but sometimes it just makes me feel better to get it out, kind of setting it free...a little cleansing of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a tough week for me. I have struggled much of this week with whether or not to share this on the blog, but it does affect the rest of my household, as it does my writing on here. I am unemployed for the first time in my life. My company of 4 years gave the employees the option of leaving, voluntarily, or a possible in-voluntary lay-off.  It was a decision that my hubby and I struggled with for about a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am searching daily for a new job, praying that an opportunity, the right opportunity will present itself, soon...I do have one job offer, but it requires long-distance travel, which wouldn't be a problem if the gas prices weren't at "OMG" levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith that, with my qualifications and skills, I will find something soon...it's just that the unknown for me is a little scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been tough on hubby and Jelly bean too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has now taken on the responsibility of taking Jelly to day care and picking her up. It is hard for him, not because he has a tough time dropping her off, but it is at my old-place-of-work. He said he feels like, he has, in a sense, lost me...I guess because so many that I had met and talked to along the way, they all inquire about how I am...and maybe give him the "sad-pity" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it be best to keep Jelly in day care for as long as possible, giving me the opportunity to concentrate on getting a job, and also to keep things somewhat similar for her. She seems to be doing ok, though, a couple days have been tough for her. I ask her about it last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sad that mommy isn't with you at day care?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I sad."&lt;br /&gt;"I am sad too, but Daddy really loves taking you and picking you up."&lt;br /&gt;"I want mommy and daddy to pick me up! And Tobee too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in tough times, she still makes me smile.  Which reminds me, most importantly, "I may be down, but I am not defeated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be ok...everything will be ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8137435197664951449?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8137435197664951449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8137435197664951449&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8137435197664951449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8137435197664951449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-may-be-down-but-im-not-defeated.html' title='I may be down but I&apos;m not defeated'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6779434360696833904</id><published>2008-07-01T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:50:13.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating habits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Are you smarter than a 3-year-old?</title><content type='html'>Recently, I bought the Deceptively Delicious cookbook to try to fool my finicky toddler into eating foods with &lt;s&gt;yucky&lt;/s&gt; vegetables in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, think she read the book before I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, I made mac and cheese with butternut squash...it was actually pretty good, but my little Jelly Bean was too smart for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jelly: "You haven't even touched your mac and cheese?"&lt;br /&gt;My little miss smarty-pants reached over her plate and touched the mac and cheese with her finger and gave a "cheesy" grin...and wouldn't try one bite...not one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe we will try the spinach/carrot brownies next...she can't resist chocolate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6779434360696833904?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6779434360696833904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6779434360696833904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6779434360696833904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6779434360696833904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-smarter-than-3-year-old.html' title='Are you smarter than a 3-year-old?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2657444738699483365</id><published>2008-06-26T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:35:46.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger, Bad.</title><content type='html'>I am in time-out. No need to worry. I will be back early next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Blogger, Bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2657444738699483365?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2657444738699483365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2657444738699483365&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2657444738699483365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2657444738699483365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-blogger-bad.html' title='Bad Blogger, Bad.'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2207736688784730620</id><published>2008-06-22T20:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:00:26.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Bring in summer with a Bang!</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, yes, summer is here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we let Jelly stay up late to see fireworks, sponsored by our local township. We weren't sure how she would react, at first she held her ears...then realized it wasn't too bad and had quite the commentary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are not loud. They sound like drums."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't eat them mommy. They are just dots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look mommy and daddy a light'n bug! Ooooo its pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she is 3...so the lack of the attention span is normal...but she did enjoy them, even though she couldn't eat them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2207736688784730620?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2207736688784730620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2207736688784730620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2207736688784730620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2207736688784730620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-in-summer-with-bang.html' title='Bring in summer with a Bang!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2128358244758915443</id><published>2008-06-20T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:49:55.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments to love'/><title type='text'>Moments to love</title><content type='html'>What makes being a parent so awesome? The moments you love and cherish forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contagious laughter from tickling.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet whispers of air in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;The snuggle moments.&lt;br /&gt;The "I love you mommy/daddy" for no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;The imagination that creates their incredible stories.&lt;br /&gt;The independence they yearn and the dependence you yearn.&lt;br /&gt;The silly songs they sing.&lt;br /&gt;The faces they mimic.&lt;br /&gt;The daily accomplishments you watch them make.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt; they have towards every thing and creature and human being.&lt;br /&gt;The quiet time right before bed while reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;The moments that they are peacefully sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the moments I love...how about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2128358244758915443?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2128358244758915443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2128358244758915443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2128358244758915443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2128358244758915443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/moments-to-love.html' title='Moments to love'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2002253191924656850</id><published>2008-06-17T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:25:52.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spam'/><title type='text'>Dear Spam</title><content type='html'>I know we all need jobs, some of us are drawn-into the corporate world, while others are there to scan the internet for email addresses so they can fill-up some innocent persons mailbox with viruses and crude messages...yes Spam, I am talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I have no interest in "setting my wife on fire" or "enlarging" anything on my body (although, shrinking may be an option!) or even some celebrity's "triple-X video." So please, I beg of you...stop sending me emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those emailing me from far Asia...I do not speak Chinese, Korean or Japanese...please stop filling my box with languages I cannot understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it all goes into my virtual trash can...before I even read it. So, stop sending me your messages Spam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Parenting tales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2002253191924656850?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2002253191924656850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2002253191924656850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2002253191924656850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2002253191924656850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/dear-spam.html' title='Dear Spam'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5435919371625317204</id><published>2008-06-15T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T20:48:05.563-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Poopy Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Maybe I jumped the gun...maybe just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dilemma, and I am sure there are other parents out there as frustrated -- if not more than we are. Everyday, Jelly goes to day care and everyday she stays dry (going to the potty - no problem)...but get her home for the weekend and it is like she has forgotten all about how to do it. But it isn't with the peeing that we have this problem...just the bowel movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a parent, just because I can say bowel movement in a paragraph and no one thinks twice about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my child has gone several times on the potty (both #1 and #2)...but lately she just won't do #2...she is even holding it in...which worries me. It is typical right?  OR am I really going to lose all my hair due to frustration? Seriously, I would rather just turn gray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for poopy on the potty are needed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5435919371625317204?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5435919371625317204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5435919371625317204&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5435919371625317204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5435919371625317204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/poopy-dilemma.html' title='Poopy Dilemma'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-9221341648240332434</id><published>2008-06-13T21:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:32:40.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>It's Friday the 13th - how are you sleeping?</title><content type='html'>Has a black cat crossed your path today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you walked under a ladder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you just suffer from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triskaidekaphobia"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Triskaidekaphobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Friday the 13th...as a young teen we would have slumber parties and watch horror flicks and play with the Ouija board all night...why, you ask? 'Cause that is what girls do to frighten themselves silly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Jelly bean to reach that age! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I think I am getting a taste of it now, as she already wakes every night screaming for mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been going on now for about a month. It can be really frustrating. As a parent, you want to go in and comfort them, but at the same time -- if you do it becomes an endless cycle. Then if you get angry, they know they can still get your attention at 2am -- it becomes an endless cycle. Then if you don't come, they figure you will break if they cry long enough - and again an endless cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does a parent do? A friend recently suggested that I ask her what her punishment should be if she wakes up mommy and daddy at night (unless she is sick or hurt). Sounds tough, but she said it worked for her little late night talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight I asked Jelly what her punishment would be, and she said to "take my princess dolls away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying that she doesn' t wake, because if I take the dolls away...it will be a long, long, long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-9221341648240332434?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/9221341648240332434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=9221341648240332434&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/9221341648240332434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/9221341648240332434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-friday-13th-how-are-you-sleeping.html' title='It&apos;s Friday the 13th - how are you sleeping?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6864061819653246146</id><published>2008-06-11T22:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T22:21:56.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadditude'/><title type='text'>My first review!</title><content type='html'>Check it out...&lt;a href="http://parentingtalesreview.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;For all the Dad's with tude!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parentingtalesreview.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6864061819653246146?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6864061819653246146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6864061819653246146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6864061819653246146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6864061819653246146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-first-review.html' title='My first review!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8703826144554855236</id><published>2008-06-11T21:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:30:01.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler development'/><title type='text'>3 going on 13!</title><content type='html'>Just recently, Jelly Bean has hit the "I am a big girl now and don't need your help so please leave me alone" phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wiping away my mommy tears.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning (and at night) while in the bathroom brushing her teeth, she turns to me and says, "Walk away mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that wasn't so nice...but after a few days of &lt;s&gt;inserting manners &lt;/s&gt;teaching her a nicer way to say it, she said, "I need some privacy please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need some privacy mommy." You know that lump you get in your throat, the lip quiver...yeah, I got that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 year old is growing into a little lady...and what will 13 look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8703826144554855236?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8703826144554855236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8703826144554855236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8703826144554855236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8703826144554855236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/3-going-on-13.html' title='3 going on 13!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7253278967531842007</id><published>2008-06-10T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:58:31.133-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad day at the office'/><title type='text'>Ever had just one of those days?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had just one of those days? Bad day at work...bad day at home...sometimes it just feels good to let it out. And wow, some days...it would be so satisfying to just throw my computer across the office...of course not hurting anyone in the process. Or you can watch others do it for you and get a good laugh out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Sq-HYGfnIo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Sq-HYGfnIo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have posted this one before too, but it always makes me giggle...especially after a bad day at the office. Love the guy with the bubble wrap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4a1z7NLnNk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4a1z7NLnNk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7253278967531842007?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7253278967531842007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7253278967531842007&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7253278967531842007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7253278967531842007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/ever-had-just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever had just one of those days?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5501201883246681159</id><published>2008-06-08T19:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:02:46.513-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie and lola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceptively delicious'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='veggies'/><title type='text'>How to grow a toddler and eat veggies</title><content type='html'>While we are on this food kick, let's talk about toddlers and veggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now that we have established the typical toddler diet...&lt;br /&gt;Chicken nuggets or Mac and Cheese with a side order of fried potatoes aka - french fries (well, we had to make them sound kinda sorta like a veggie, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one get a child to eat a REAL veggie...and like it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You head to the book store or library...and find clever books like,&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Will-Never-Ever-Tomato-Charlie/dp/0763621803/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1212972306&amp;amp;sr=1-11"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; I Will Never Not Ever Eat a Tomato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and read it to your child...or just take some notes and use the technique at home.  Who would have thought that peas were, "Green drops from Greenland"? Intriguing photos and words that may inspire your toddler to at least try a "moonsquirter" or maybe they will just look at you like you are weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if that doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always sneak the veggies into their food without them knowing.  Like in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deceptively-Delicious-Simple-Secrets-Eating/dp/0061251348/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1212972684&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Deceptively Delicious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, by the one and only Jerry Seinfelds wife, Jessica. Brownies made with spinach or mac and cheese made with butternut squash! They will think you are crazy when  you beg them to eat seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. Two ways to get your toddlers to eat their veggies...and possibly you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5501201883246681159?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5501201883246681159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5501201883246681159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5501201883246681159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5501201883246681159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-grow-toddler-and-eat-veggies.html' title='How to grow a toddler and eat veggies'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-1596646632122209273</id><published>2008-06-06T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:36:49.675-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pbn blast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='americas worst cook'/><title type='text'>Gag me with a spoon -- no really!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so the &lt;a href="http://blog.parentbloggers.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parent Bloggers Network&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is looking for America's worst cook...and while I may not be the worst cook, I have to say I rate up there pretty high. Yes, I know I gloated a little about my princess cake...but baking and cooking are seriously two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking is, precise. Everything about baking needs to be exact...kind of like me, a control freak. Precise and voila a master piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, cooking, not-so-precise. I often call my mom for a recipe and become overly frustrated, "Oh, I don't know, a little of this and a little of that." Really...it makes my head spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to watch the Food Network and they usually say "just a dab of this," or "that looks like a tablespoon." And nothing is precise...of course, this coming from a a girl who has burned tomato soup. Yes, that is right, I mastered burning soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also mastered burning popcorn, microwave popcorn...and we are not talking burnt, we are talking black-on-fire-popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the time I cooked one of those frozen pizzas...and forgot to take the cardboard out from the bottom, yeah, that was one raw pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in my household I think I have earned the award for worst cook...I have not only successfully destroyed food, but pre-prepared meals too! However, if you or someone you know has the worst cooking disaster story, be sure to post it on the &lt;a href="http://www.americasworstcook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;America's Worst Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; site, and you could win a trip to NYC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing better than sharing your cooking disasters and winning a prize! Good Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"This post was written for Parent Bloggers Network as part of a contest sponsored by the American Egg Board."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-1596646632122209273?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1596646632122209273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=1596646632122209273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1596646632122209273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1596646632122209273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/gag-me-with-spoon-no-really.html' title='Gag me with a spoon -- no really!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-190772142732714293</id><published>2008-06-05T20:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:03:45.088-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A boy drowned while he napped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool safety'/><title type='text'>Pool Dangers</title><content type='html'>As parents, one of the worst nightmares is the thought of losing a child. We teach our children to look both ways before crossing the street, we teach them to never run with scissors, we are vigilant about pool safety and keeping our eyes on them at all times when they are in or near water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this article today and felt it was really important to share with all of my readers...&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/story?id=5001282&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A boy drowned while he napped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a tragedy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-190772142732714293?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/190772142732714293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=190772142732714293&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/190772142732714293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/190772142732714293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/pool-dangers.html' title='Pool Dangers'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8072160355263422971</id><published>2008-06-04T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:07:15.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><title type='text'>It's Potty-time!</title><content type='html'>We did it Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I am jumping the gun just a wee bit, but I can hardly contain myself...Jelly is in big girl pants! She officially took the dive on Monday at school. She went all day in under wear, no accidents...even on the way home...which is a 45 minute drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has been hanging in there all week. Tomorrow, she gets the special princess pants..she is very excited. I am still nervous...but this is a huge milestone and I am certainly proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hooray, no more diapers for Jelly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8072160355263422971?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8072160355263422971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8072160355263422971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8072160355263422971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8072160355263422971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-potty-time.html' title='It&apos;s Potty-time!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7052603219657423592</id><published>2008-06-01T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T21:52:07.562-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Bash'/><title type='text'>She is officially 3!</title><content type='html'>Yeah! We have entered a knew milestone, 3! Let the fun begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, yes, that smirky-smile I know all too well, that she inherited from me. It is funny how much they learn in just 3 years...in fact, she has all my facial expressions down pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENMDq1216I/AAAAAAAAARY/KWyMQUPlayc/s1600-h/genPT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207089220093925282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENMDq1216I/AAAAAAAAARY/KWyMQUPlayc/s200/genPT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party went well...No huge cake disasters (although the night before, oh around midnight, my tired and tormented-self, yelling and screaming -- why! why do I do this every year? why?...and almost through the whole thing out the window...icing cake is not fun!) but for not being a professional baker...It seemed to be a hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENNea1217I/AAAAAAAAARg/L6QvsSAaW3g/s1600-h/ptcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207090779167053746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENNea1217I/AAAAAAAAARg/L6QvsSAaW3g/s200/ptcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my entertainment seemed to go well. As you can see all the blondes had front row seats! The kids were a little shy at first, but then they realized, "Hey, this guy is nuts...and funny" so they joined in too! By the way, if you ever have a puppeteer bring out an animal that isn't potty-trained, duck, just trust me and duck. I think he may have traumatized some of the youngsters going through potty training..."Mommy, the baby raccoon go pee pee on me. It yucky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENPQq121_I/AAAAAAAAASA/YOJMFJxpkaM/s1600-h/ptgenparty+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207092741967108082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENPQq121_I/AAAAAAAAASA/YOJMFJxpkaM/s200/ptgenparty+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Jelly finally got her Cinderella dress that she has been wanting for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENO_6121-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/phoKf32TOFU/s1600-h/ptgen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207092454204299234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENO_6121-I/AAAAAAAAAR4/phoKf32TOFU/s200/ptgen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun weekend. It is hard to believe that my baby girl is growing up so fast. Happy Birthday sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENNe61218I/AAAAAAAAARo/NC5pBsl-yBI/s1600-h/pgen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7052603219657423592?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7052603219657423592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7052603219657423592&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7052603219657423592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7052603219657423592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-is-officially-3.html' title='She is officially 3!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SENMDq1216I/AAAAAAAAARY/KWyMQUPlayc/s72-c/genPT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4099430671799215743</id><published>2008-05-27T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:16:10.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Bash'/><title type='text'>I can't stop the clock...</title><content type='html'>And the time is running. away. from. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe. air. slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 days until Jelly Bean's birthday. FOUR days! That is not counting today. Where is the easy button when you need it? I have cakes to bake (yes, I am crazy), food to order, goody bags to fill and a house to clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat: "I'm not stressed, I work best under pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am stressed and maybe a little crazy...so I guess it is time to look over my &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/03/planning-perfect-stress-free-party.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;birthday tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; plus &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/03/planning-perfect-stress-free-party-part.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and get it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days until the princess party. I will post pictures this weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4099430671799215743?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4099430671799215743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4099430671799215743&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4099430671799215743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4099430671799215743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cant-stop-clock.html' title='I can&apos;t stop the clock...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8460439416670715836</id><published>2008-05-23T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:41:06.805-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I will not be broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dadditude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book reviews'/><title type='text'>Just call me 'the critic'</title><content type='html'>I am really excited to announce that within the next couple weeks I will be starting a second blog called, My 2 Cents...and well it is what it sounds like...a review blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be bringing you a long-awaited review on a book about a producer from that famous tv show...&lt;em&gt;America's Most Wanted,&lt;/em&gt; his witty humor takes us through his struggles and glory's of being a stay-at-home dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be reviewing a book from Survivor Corps co-founder as he writes about what he has learned from his personal struggles in life and how he was able to turn his tragedy into triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to having both reviews to you in June...stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8460439416670715836?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8460439416670715836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8460439416670715836&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8460439416670715836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8460439416670715836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-call-me-critic.html' title='Just call me &apos;the critic&apos;'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7372221274867257397</id><published>2008-05-20T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:51:22.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep deprivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr.karp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. sears'/><title type='text'>Night time battles</title><content type='html'>Oh the joy of night-time battles! Nothing makes a mom and dad feel so relaxed after an hour and a half of kicking, screaming, yelling and crying because its time for bed routine. You name it, I tried it...the questions, "are you scared?" "are you having nightmares?" the bed time ritual (brush teeth, potty, book, songs, etc.). I even tried more mommy-Jelly time...and my little &lt;s&gt;master manipulator&lt;/s&gt; princess still delays bedtime up to an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when we try to get ready for bed, an hour earlier...Jelly-slowsky-bean manages to delay it even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to put the cherry on top of this sleep-deprived sundae, she wakes up through-out the night crying...it is like we have a newborn all over again...only, the new-mom-adrenalin-thing is gone and I have to get up at 5 am to go to my 8-5 job every day. Yes, I think I have officially entered that zombie-mommy phase. Drink lots of coffeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a night light, lullaby's playing all night and every baby and princess and doggie and kitty in her bed next to her...so seriously, &lt;a href="http://www.askdrsears.com/html/7/t071100.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dr. Sears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thehappiestbaby.com/story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Dr. Karp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ---Anyone...pleaase help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signed &lt;s&gt;zombie-mommy&lt;/s&gt; Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7372221274867257397?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7372221274867257397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7372221274867257397&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7372221274867257397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7372221274867257397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-time-battles.html' title='Night time battles'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-30110945773857846</id><published>2008-05-18T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T21:07:16.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting tales'/><title type='text'>Celebrate good times!</title><content type='html'>Wait? can you hear that? That my friends is the celebration of Parenting Tales turning 1! That is right, I have made it a &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/05/welcome.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;full year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and what a year it has been. We started off with Recall after Recall after Recall after Recall on I think every stinking toy I own (ok, maybe a little bit of an exaggeration)...but they are all (but one) &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/08/shame-shame-i-know-your-name.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;made in China&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;-- so it has been a little crazy this past year. So crazy, we learned that it is not safe to drink &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/06/hand-sanitizer-danger.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hand sanitizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! Whew, good thing we reported that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we embarked on the whole &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/08/bye-bye-stinky-poo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;potty-training adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, which well, Jelly bean's teachers say she is now 85% ready (only 85%?!). And then we learned that Jelly is a toddler who is &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/10/letter-to-mommy-and-daddy.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;100% Sassy going on 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but how many times can a parent yell&lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-kicks-and-gigglesor-not.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;,"God grant me the sanity to get through this one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is a parenting site without some 80' s flashbacks? Like when we paid tribute to Michael Jackson by dancing like &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-belated-birthday-25th-thriller.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, well, we pretended anyways...I know I still owe you all that video! But I couldn't give you the video without first going through my &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-coming-out.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;identity crisis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but whew...it feels so good to be me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/02/special-edition-day-in-life-of-tobee.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Tobee the fat cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; got his spotlight on the blog (who Jelly and Tobee both have an "understanding" of each other.) And then we shared some sad moments...from the loss of my only &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2007/07/letter-to-my-papa.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grandfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from a short battle with cancer to our &lt;a href="http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-may-have-never-met-our-angel-but-we.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sweet angel baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year was exceptional and full of many fond memories. Parenting tales has been an experience that has helped me grow, not only as a person, but as a writer. My blogger journey has helped me find the humor in life while making new friends along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cheers to the next year - I look forward to another year of memories...Happy Birthday Parenting Tales!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-30110945773857846?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/30110945773857846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=30110945773857846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/30110945773857846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/30110945773857846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrate-good-times.html' title='Celebrate good times!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2462755423752390080</id><published>2008-05-17T14:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:30:40.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='6 things about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>6 things about me</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was reading Hey, &lt;a href="http://heymrswilson.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mrs. Wilson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and she tagged all her readers for a fun little meme, and because it looked like fun, I thought, why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we goes.  Six random things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have what my grandmother calls "witch eyes," they change colors depending on my mood and colors around me, sometimes they are blue, sometimes they are green and sometimes they are grey. My daughter had inherited them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love animals...all kinds. If I had a choice I would take in all the strays that I find...but hubby says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am addicted to chocolate. If deserted on an island, that is all I need to survive! (Ok, maybe just one of my three things needed to survive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I religiously watch LOST, Heroes, Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice and HGTV...I also enjoy Scrubs, the Office, and 30 Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love reading celebrity gossip...nothing makes my day then seeing sa celebrity's life not so perfect...even if it isn't true. It just reminds me that I am doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a control freak...I realized this a few years ago when I started having panic attacks. Yes, I have been officially diagnosed with anxiety. Breathe and let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, thanks Mrs. Wilson for inviting me to participate. And to return the favor, I invite my readers to join too, so tag your it!  Just leave a comment and link your site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2462755423752390080?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2462755423752390080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2462755423752390080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2462755423752390080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2462755423752390080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-things-about-me.html' title='6 things about me'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-4089449394276880919</id><published>2008-05-16T21:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:08:34.734-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><title type='text'>She is the lollipop kid</title><content type='html'>I really wish I could blame the weather...or even the fact that it is tv season finale time...but nope, it is just that piece-o-crap-computer-trouble-thing! I hope to have my issues resolved by this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime...Jelly was telling me about her day today, she was visiting Preschool again...and in our day care, they provide sheets letting us know how our kids do on the potty all day. When I asked her how she did on the potty, she jumped up and down and said, "I stay dry mommy! I stay dry!" However, her sheet did not agree...don't get me wrong, cause she did in fact pee on the potty all day, but her pull-ups were wet too.  And the deal was that Jelly needed to stay dry all day and use the potty for a special treat at the end of the day...And yes, our latest bribe is a lollipop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want my lollipop."&lt;br /&gt;"I am sorry sweetie, but you didn't stay dry all day."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I did."&lt;br /&gt;"That is not what your potty sheet says."&lt;br /&gt;"YES I DID!"&lt;br /&gt;"I know you tried honey, but you can try again tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"YES I DID! I want my lollipop."&lt;br /&gt;"Look a choo choo train!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no winning this thing, so the first thing that came to mind -Redirect (Thanks Shawn!). I had to turn her attention to something else, and for the time being...it worked! But as all the books say, you can't rationalize with a 3 year old...and gosh darn it, they are right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-4089449394276880919?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/4089449394276880919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=4089449394276880919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4089449394276880919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/4089449394276880919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-is-lollipop-kid.html' title='She is the lollipop kid'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2186597417511774584</id><published>2008-05-13T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:36:52.951-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>How about a nice piece of chocolate</title><content type='html'>A recent &lt;a href="http://www.blogher.com/blogher-compass-partners-2008-social-media-benchmark-study-blogging-mainstream-reliable-fun-advice-a"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Blogher survey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was released that claims that woman bloggers are willing to sacrifice their iPod, reading magazines and even drinking alcohol -- but hands off the chocolate!  Only 20 percent said they would be willing to give up the chocolate...and we all know they are lying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it turns out, we must be on to something. You see, in another survey released this week, was about the "&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24371878/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;happiest places on earth."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;And it appears the Swiss top the list of those most happy. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the "Swiss are efficient and punctual, comparatively wealthy and face hardly any unemployment. Their streets, air and tap water are squeaky clean." And of course let's not forget their natural obsession of chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison, the US falls much further on the list...ranking in at #17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate even has a positive affect on our unborn children. In a study (and also from my own personal experience). Woman who ate chocolate while &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn4854"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tend to have much happier babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, besides all the &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/diet/news/20030827/dark-chocolate-is-healthy-chocolate"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;other great health benefits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;of chocolate, you now have another guilt-free reason to eat up! And remember, you are only making the world a happier place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2186597417511774584?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2186597417511774584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2186597417511774584&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2186597417511774584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2186597417511774584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-about-nice-piece-of-chocolate.html' title='How about a nice piece of chocolate'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5157845466140874786</id><published>2008-05-11T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T17:35:41.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Techy stuff...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been on much this week, it appears that we have a router problem...I will try to update as I can...stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy mommy's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5157845466140874786?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5157845466140874786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5157845466140874786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5157845466140874786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5157845466140874786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/techy-stuff.html' title='Techy stuff...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3755803238190429429</id><published>2008-05-09T20:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:47:52.566-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how much is mom worth?'/><title type='text'>How much are we worth?</title><content type='html'>I love Mother's day, now don't get me wrong, it isn't about the gifts or day off from being a mom (lol)...I love the news articles that suddenly appear. Like, &lt;a href="http://www.kold.com/Global/story.asp?S=8299155"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;What is mom worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is right, they actually can put a &lt;a href="http://swz.salary.com/momsalarywizard/htmls/mswl_momcenter.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dollar amount on our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't stop there, you can even print your check and post it on your fridge (all at the low cost of FREE!). I love it! Oh and one catch, you can't cash it in. Nope, it isn't worth actual money, just the guilt posted on the fridge for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound unappreciative, because I really do appreciate having one day for all to recognize the value of being a mom...but when you talk about a price tag on what we do everyday...(stay-at-home moms and work outside of home moms alike) It would really be nice for someone to show us the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right? Ok, so I am fantasizing a little about the money aspect, but have you seen gas prices lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go ahead and print your check and know how much you are worth and then surround yourself with all the hugs and kisses you can get...have a &lt;a href="http://www.dltk-holidays.com/mom/before_mom.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Mother's day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3755803238190429429?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3755803238190429429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3755803238190429429&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3755803238190429429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3755803238190429429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-much-are-we-worth.html' title='How much are we worth?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-7532399988494064929</id><published>2008-05-06T21:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:51:28.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler development'/><title type='text'>You big bully!</title><content type='html'>Jelly bean has been visiting the next classroom up, Preschool, a lot more lately. She is expected to transition into that room in the Fall. And even though she is full of personality and has held the reigns in her own classroom as &lt;strike&gt;Miss Bossy-pants&lt;/strike&gt; the big fish, in Preschool she is the little fish and object to other &lt;strike&gt;Miss Bossy-pants&lt;/strike&gt; big fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy, J and A were not being nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, what happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They said I was a baby and they were big girls, but I a big girl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you are a big girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I a big girl mommy, but they say I a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was really crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my civilized answer was...&lt;br /&gt;"Well sweetie, next time you'll have to go find someone else to play with and ignore those girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my uncivilized answer was...&lt;br /&gt;"Well sweetie, next time they say that to you, you tell them they are big poopy-heads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll teach them! Those big bullies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-7532399988494064929?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/7532399988494064929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=7532399988494064929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7532399988494064929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/7532399988494064929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-big-bully.html' title='You big bully!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3743224084492744399</id><published>2008-05-04T20:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:58:51.870-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic 8 ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler development'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><title type='text'>Split personality?</title><content type='html'>Yes. No. Yes! NO! Ok, all of you parents out there, young and old, must be or maybe will, or already have..experienced your toddler going through split personalities. That is right, split personalities. And here you thought you were only dealing with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! My soon-to-be 3 year old has it...and let me tell ya...it is a delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the car we have a dvd player (yes, I am one of thoooose parents), and I turned it on the other day..."NO! I don wann it on!" Ok, so I turned it off, crying, "I wan it on, mommy!" Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom, "Do you want to go pee pee on the potty?" "NO!" "Ok, let's change your diaper." "No mommy, I wan to go pee pee on the potty!" Yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner, "Are you done eating?" (As she flings macaroni across the table) "Yes!" (As I take her plate.) "No mommy, I am not finished!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only they had a magic 8 ball to help them decide...Maybe, Ask me later, or Outlook not so good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again she is a girl, and we all know that us girls are entitled to change our minds as much as we wish...No, on second thought, she is doing it to drive her parents insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3743224084492744399?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3743224084492744399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3743224084492744399&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3743224084492744399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3743224084492744399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/split-personality.html' title='Split personality?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-3751727323827528943</id><published>2008-05-02T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:59:38.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><title type='text'>Spring Fever?</title><content type='html'>So this week has been pretty ugly. I got hit with a spring cold and for the first time - ever, I went to bed before my child...thankfully hubby offered to tuck the little jumping jelly bean in. And even though she sweet-talked him into 2 books and into a cup of water and making the princesses talk and some back rubbing...he managed just fine. And it only took him 45 more minutes than it takes me daily. Not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy is he wrapped around her little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we both are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have more to write later this weekend, once I am feeling top notch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-3751727323827528943?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/3751727323827528943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=3751727323827528943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3751727323827528943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/3751727323827528943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/05/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever?'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2960724581785596458</id><published>2008-04-27T22:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:29:21.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler development'/><title type='text'>Rebel with a cause</title><content type='html'>Terrible twos? What do they call the three's? Cause two, two was not bad, two was pretty easy, two was a breeze...but now that we are nearing three...what the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my Jelly bean has a new flavor it is called Rebel with a cause...it isn't just a sweet flavor, but it has a little spice mixed in...to give it that bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Rebel is now master staller...bedtime, brushing teeth, going out the door, doing anything that mommy and daddy need her to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the drama queen...she can fake a cry better than Tammy Faye Baker ever did. I have even caught her practicing in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is master tantrum thrower...yes, that is right, just when you think you may have escaped the falling to the ground kicking and screaming, pounding the fist on the ground like someone just stole your lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is master manipulator...ahhh yes, you think you read the book and know how to raise your child, then all the sudden they outsmart you. All it takes is that sweet smile or pleeeeaassee...and she has you wrapped around her little finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, she is still my sweet angel, but wow, she isn't officially three yet and it has already started. Yes, my little Rebel has a cause, it is keeping mommy and daddy on their toes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2960724581785596458?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2960724581785596458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2960724581785596458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2960724581785596458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2960724581785596458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/rebel-with-cause.html' title='Rebel with a cause'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-424836787158145034</id><published>2008-04-25T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T22:01:19.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walter the farting dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the gas we pass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farts'/><title type='text'>Stinky-poo!</title><content type='html'>Ok, my little lady post seemed to strike a fancy with so many, SO, I thought why not research some fun "stinky" facts? Why the heck not...let's get down right silly! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bodyodd.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/03/19/786305.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fart Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• On average, a fart is composed of about 59 percent nitrogen, 21 percent hydrogen, 9 percent carbon dioxide, 7 percent methane and 4 percent oxygen. Less than 1 percent of their makeup is what makes farts stink.&lt;br /&gt;• The temperature of a fart at time of creation is 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.&lt;br /&gt;• Farts have been clocked at a speed of 10 feet per second.&lt;br /&gt;• A person produces about half a liter of farts a day.&lt;br /&gt;• Women fart as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;• The gas that makes your farts stink is hydrogen sulfide. The more sulfur rich your diet, the more your farts will stink. Some foods that cause really smelly farts include: beans, cabbage, cheese, soda and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;• Most people pass gas about 14 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to help your little toddler with understanding this complex issue, there are some super cute books out there, one is called, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gas-We-Pass-Story-Farts/dp/0916291529"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Gas We Pass the Story of Farts by Shinta Cho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And let us not forget Jelly's and my favorite &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Walter-Farting-Dog-William-Kotzwinkle/dp/1583940537"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Walter the Farting Dog by William Kotzwinkle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. (Thanks MB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that isn't enough, there are websites like &lt;a href="http://www.smellypoop.com/facts_on_farts.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SmellyPoop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that are very informative and downright funny to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it...some stinky facts for a fun weekend -- Happy Weekend Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-424836787158145034?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/424836787158145034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=424836787158145034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/424836787158145034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/424836787158145034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/stinky-poo.html' title='Stinky-poo!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-6476988388490009030</id><published>2008-04-22T20:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:44:39.690-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth day'/><title type='text'>Earth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning I said to Jelly, "It's earth day!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's my birthday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, it is earth day, it is a day when we reflect on how we can make our environment better."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a great blog entry I found on &lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/olivia-zaleski/what-not-to-do-on-earth-d_b_97680.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Huffington Post today...on what NOT to do on Earth Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and Happy Earth Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-6476988388490009030?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/6476988388490009030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=6476988388490009030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6476988388490009030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/6476988388490009030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/earth-day.html' title='Earth Day'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8474033003125900732</id><published>2008-04-21T21:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:36:06.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pennsylvania primary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rendell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gun owners'/><title type='text'>Vote!</title><content type='html'>Every Presidential primary in Pennsylvania has been dull...I never had a chance to voice my opinion...every time I wished I could have made a difference...And this year my time has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Democratic candidates duking it out...It is up to Pennsylvania.  And my vote will finally count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The polls according to MSNBC, among us &lt;a href="http://firstread.msnbc.msn.com/archive/2008/04/20/923759.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pennsylvanian hunters, beer drinkers, bowlers, and gun owners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Hilary has the edge. But they say she needs to win big. Thank god we are leaving the vote up to the hunters, beer drinkers, bowlers, and gun owners; and not those folks who cling to religion. (I can't help myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I prefer wine and chocolate...who is going to poll me?  Really?  PA's Governor gets a call from a &lt;a href="http://abclocal.go.com/wpvi/story?section=news/bizarre&amp;amp;id=6069985"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pollster from Quinnipiac University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I am still waiting for mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I get my say tomorrow...and will show my Jelly Bean how it is done.  Vote!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8474033003125900732?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8474033003125900732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8474033003125900732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8474033003125900732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8474033003125900732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/vote.html' title='Vote!'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-455944551076138125</id><published>2008-04-20T09:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:04:25.992-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler speak'/><title type='text'>Our little lady...</title><content type='html'>"Mommy, I farted."&lt;br /&gt;"You did?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, come here mommy."&lt;br /&gt;"That's ok honey."&lt;br /&gt;"Come here mommy, I want you to smell it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that is our little lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-455944551076138125?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/455944551076138125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=455944551076138125&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/455944551076138125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/455944551076138125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-little-lady.html' title='Our little lady...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2351925526606501156</id><published>2008-04-18T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:37:37.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WSD = RIP</title><content type='html'>Yes, it is true, I am retiring the Weekend Steals and Deals. I won't stop reviewing products, nor will I stop letting you know about cool deals...it just won't be every Friday. I have decided to keep the slate open and try new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, let me leave you with the edWord, or as John Stewart says "a moment of Zen"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="comedy_central_player" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml" width="332" height="316" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="external" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#cccccc" quality="high" flashvars="videoId=166019"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2351925526606501156?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2351925526606501156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2351925526606501156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2351925526606501156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2351925526606501156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/wsd-rip.html' title='WSD = RIP'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-410886404341135727</id><published>2008-04-17T20:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:47:24.551-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Watch our garden grow</title><content type='html'>Our garden is growing...we have successfully moved the plants out doors and they have survived a week. Fingers crossed, (thank goodness hubby has a green thumb or two) and we will have some yummy veggies soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu_DbQSXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vhB9OOks_po/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190379862586575218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu_DbQSXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vhB9OOks_po/s200/garden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu-jbQSVI/AAAAAAAAARA/zxtErexTOg8/s1600-h/garden1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190379853996640594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu-jbQSVI/AAAAAAAAARA/zxtErexTOg8/s200/garden1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu-zbQSWI/AAAAAAAAARI/k4nx7567dxo/s1600-h/garden2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190379858291607906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu-zbQSWI/AAAAAAAAARI/k4nx7567dxo/s200/garden2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu_DbQSXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vhB9OOks_po/s1600-h/garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-410886404341135727?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/410886404341135727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=410886404341135727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/410886404341135727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/410886404341135727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/watch-our-garden-grow.html' title='Watch our garden grow'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/SAfu_DbQSXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vhB9OOks_po/s72-c/garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-1937891242004847247</id><published>2008-04-17T20:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:53:25.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephen colbert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comcast cable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debates'/><title type='text'>It was the pink elephant in the room</title><content type='html'>It was the pink elephant in the room's fault...for why I have been MIA on the blog this week, really. It had nothing to do with &lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/shows/the_colbert_report/index.jhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Stephen Colbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; being in Philadelphia, nor one of the final &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/DemocraticDebate/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;democratic debates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Philadelphia, nor the fact that my internet connection has once again failed me (thanks &lt;a href="http://www.comcastsucks.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Con-cast).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Really. And trust me I am not bitter about it. Angry, but not bitter. I will not cling to my religion or guns or anything else for that matter. I will just blame the big pink elephant sitting in the room. Cause we all know it's his fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars='videoId=166020' src='http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/video_player/view/default/swf.jhtml' quality='high' bgcolor='#cccccc' width='332' height='316' name='comedy_central_player' align='middle' allowScriptAccess='always' allownetworking='external' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-1937891242004847247?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/1937891242004847247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=1937891242004847247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1937891242004847247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/1937891242004847247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-was-pink-elephant-in-rooms-fault.html' title='It was the pink elephant in the room'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-2800144088435662147</id><published>2008-04-14T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:17:12.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler development'/><title type='text'>I have that toddler crazy look in my eye</title><content type='html'>When doing an internet search on "toddlers who test limits," I found links for:&lt;br /&gt;gentle discipline, terrible twos, toddlers becoming bullies, and some other toddler-developmental issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me just say, gentle discipline...what is that? If you are disciplining your child, how can you be gentle? Second, let's not leave the testing limits to the terrible twos, I for one know that I continued testing my limits up until the day I moved out of my parents house. (Maybe even until I got married...) And third, if testing equals becoming a bully -- oh boy, am I in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Bean was in full testing gear this past weekend. Needless to say, we are right around the corner from the big 3, so this is not a terrible twos thing, it is a "I'm a big girl now" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Jelly shopping at the outlets to find some Spring clothing. The weather up here is pretty mixed-up lately, 40's one day and 70's another...so we really need those in between clothes. While I am attempting to find Jelly's size on a rack I see her go under a clothing rack...fully amused by her own actions, I had to ask her (gentle discipline) to come out from under there. She comes out giggling...only to go to another rack and hide. This time raising my voice, (not so gentle discipline) "I am not going to ask you again. That is not a safe choice." (could this be happening to me? I, too used to run through the racks and my mother used to scream at me for it...I am! I am my mother...or maybe she is just my mini-me?) By the third try, it was time to leave the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another store, Jelly decided to push her baby in the stroller...no, not a play stroller, the stroller that she should have been in this entire time...well, you can only imagine what damage a toddler (without a stroller license) can do while pushing a stroller around the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we stopped for lunch. That amazingly went ok, until I went to throw out our remnants of lunch...Jelly decided to leave Wendy's by herself, excitedly exclaiming "I did it mommy!" I turned and yelled, NO JELLY! (Of course in these uncomfortable moments in parenting, the entire restaurant (filled to capacity at the lunch hour) became silent and turned to look at what all the commotion was about...No, don't worry, Jelly was ok...she just looked at me like I was a mad-crazy-lady who was once a calm mommy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and this is why parents get gray hair and have that "crazy" look in their eyes. It is from toddlers testing their limits. So, what I think Google really needs to add to their search of "toddlers who test their limits" results..."Crazy-lady" or just plain "parents going insane."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-2800144088435662147?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/2800144088435662147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=2800144088435662147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2800144088435662147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/2800144088435662147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-that-toddler-crazy-look-in-my.html' title='I have that toddler crazy look in my eye'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-5693901796253513564</id><published>2008-04-10T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T20:38:52.548-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WSD Will Return next week...</title><content type='html'>I am taking a little break this weekend to recoup. I appreciate all the comments and emails I have gotten over the past couple weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that...have a happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-5693901796253513564?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/5693901796253513564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=5693901796253513564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5693901796253513564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/5693901796253513564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/wsd-will-return-next-week.html' title='WSD Will Return next week...'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7948658027149925978.post-8225969896018256471</id><published>2008-04-09T20:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:52:51.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Numbness to Sadness</title><content type='html'>It finally hit me. I was wondering when the numbness would finally go away. It has been a really hard week for me. Not only has it sunk in that I lost a baby, but the anniversary of my Grandfather going into the hospital was this week last year. I feel sick and drained. What's worse are the news stories about parents who are abusing their children, one died from wounds caused by her mother's boyfriend beating her daughter with a video game controller. I just ask, why? Why. I talked to a mom today who is 7 months pregnant, who was complaining to me that her and her husband didn't want any more children (they already have 3.) and how hard it is to change plans and rearrange their lives now that another one is on the way. Why? Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did God give me a baby and then take them away? Why did this happen to me? Why are their moms out there smoking, drinking and snorting crack -- while they are pregnant and still deliver? I am not looking for comments...I just needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jelly told her teacher the other day, "Mommy is sad. It is ok to be sad. I give her hug and kiss and say, Mommy it is ok." I haven't cried in front of her...she just knows I am hurting. That is my sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is what keeps me going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="" src="http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ParentingTales" type="application/rss+xml" rel="alternate"&gt;Subscribe to Parenting Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7948658027149925978-8225969896018256471?l=parentingtales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/feeds/8225969896018256471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7948658027149925978&amp;postID=8225969896018256471&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8225969896018256471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7948658027149925978/posts/default/8225969896018256471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentingtales.blogspot.com/2008/04/numbness-to-sadness.html' title='Numbness to Sadness'/><author><name>Carey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08087013090246008409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HwcK45EYCDw/R9CaqaRgdYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/x1S_hKhO3fA/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
