tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40628986627970872272024-03-04T23:44:21.517-08:00I Am Katy's MomKrissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-90546820616521704262015-08-27T10:00:00.000-07:002015-08-28T08:19:32.787-07:00The Notorious MOM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So I like rap. Not radio edit watered down rap, but hard core gangsta rap -west coast preferred.<br />
I saw a <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/amberdorsey/19-struggles-of-moms-who-love-gangster-rap" target="_blank">buzzfeed list</a> the other week that basically mirrored my struggle as a mom who loves the good stuff. I mean is it realllly that bad to roll through the drop off line bumping a little Pac or Dogg Pound?<br />
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See. I didn't think so either.<br />
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But I find myself turning the radio down when I pull in the parking lot. Even thought I really want to turn it way up. Maybe cuz I'm a thug..<--- a="" bad="" catch="" daddy="" did="" for="" it="" line.="" nbsp="" no.="" p="" s="" that="" too="" trick="" you.="" you=""><br />
Via my personal facebook page, I realize that most of my friends who are moms share the similar dilemma. We are mere products of early nineties rap music. And we love it!<br />
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And our kids will love it.<br />
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And when we have grandchildren, we will play 2Pac, Biggie, Snoop, Nas, Kendrick or JCole and say things like "See baby, THIS is when music was music.<br />
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And they will roll their eyes at us.<br />
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And will know we are telling the truth.<br />
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I'm a repeat blog neglecter. The last time I was on here, I had just celebrated my 30th birthday, buried my grandfather, and left my corporate gig.<br />
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2 days after that I started my own business.<br />
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3 years later, after some cool wins, a lot of great times and good stories later I logged back into this account.<br />
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In that time, the kid has grown up- my baby girl has begun to morph into this pre-tween thingy who listens to pop music, always has to have the last word, rolls her eyes, and likes to make sure her clothes are just right for school. Speaking of school, I joined PTA. And per usual, I did not just join, I became the president. Tons of stories there. Names will be changed to protect the annoying.<br />
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Oh and speaking of growing up- last week the kid lost a molar. <b>A FREAKING MOLAR</b>! In addition to this being totally disgusting, it was the first tooth that I've had to pull Yes, you heard me right...I have managed to not pull any teeth in 8 whole years until last week- and boy was it a doozie! I had to tug at it ARGHHHH!<br />
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Did I mention I pulled it with my bare hands caveman style? No? Oh yea, I did. Because I'm a boss!<br />
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Anyhow, I will start to write again. My life's adventures coming soon.<br />
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Anyhow, once again I have been a bad blogger. So much has happened and I have failed to document it. Hmmm where do I begin???? Welp, for starters, the kid turned five and I threw a glorious Princess themed carnival to celebrate the occasion. So I guess I can tell you about that.<br />
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So it all started with me wanting to have a carnival party for her birthday and she wanting a Princess party. Clearly, this Nike and jeans mom is no girly girl so I was instantly repulsed by the girls obsession with all things pink, frilly, and made of sugar and spice. UGH. Anyhow, we compromised. And it was awesome.<br />
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Outside, I created 5 fairy tale themed carnival games. I then "hired" (read: convinced friends to volunteer) princesses to wo-man all the game booths.<br />
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And then I decorated with pastel colored flags. The guests won tickets for playing games then traded them at the Pocahontas prize table which was filled with baubles and candies.<br />
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I have really great friends. They all volunteered their Saturday to come do this for me. Thanks guys!
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I also purchased a Princess back drop for pictures.<br />
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Inside, The tables where decorated with balloon centerpieces and different color table cloths. There was a chocolate fountain with strawberries and pretzel sticks. The Princess Tiana cake topped a cupcake stand and was surrounded by home made cupcakes in polka dot cupcake holders. The Tiana cake was only for looks since the girl can't have corn. The cupcakes were corn syrup/corn starch free.<br />
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The prettiest princess of all was the girl. Here she is all glammed up, complete with faux earrings, for her party:</div>
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<br />Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-44128964876596794962012-03-09T21:49:00.001-08:002012-03-12T20:15:08.733-07:00So....I turned 30Short version: I turned 30 last month and caught a cold the day after. I celebrated by throwing a huge elaborate shin dig last week. The week of my party, my grandfather, who I affectionately nicknamed Pepa (pronounced Pe-paw) died. The morning after the party I boarded a plane to Alabama for the funeral. I vomited the entire way there and back (Sorry folks- no babies here, just good ole' motion sickness). I still have a cold. The end.<br />
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Long Version: I turned 30 on February 2. I caught a cold on February 9...I still have a cough and my dumb a** doctor simply says "It's going around". What does that even mean? I have been completely stressed out for the past 45 days. In addition to planning a party bigger than both my wedding and my 5 year vow renewal, my grandfather suffered from a stroke and a heart attack in January and passed away from complications 4 days before my party. This was a big blow for me and my family. My mom is Pepa's only daughter and they were close. Pepa was an awesome man. I can't even get into how effing awesome he was. So I won't even try. Just let me say this: Out of his 9 grandchildren he only knew my birthday...so of course he loved me the most. For real.<br />
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Anyhoo, immediately following my 30th birthday extravaganza, I boarded a flight to Alabama with no luggage. That's right, no luggage. Once I arrived in Mississippi, I went to Walmart (don't judge me) and bought a black dress and a black and white cardigan and made it work! The funeral was the following day. Let's fast forward past all that (too sad) until the end when they closed the casket and my kid yells...HEY WAIT I NEED TO SEE MY GREAT GRANDPA! Oh wait, let me not skip the fact that she had tissues stuffed in her "bra" in case she cried (her quote not mine). No, she does not wear a bra, she just tucked tissues down the front of her dress. She never cried. I used all her tissues.<br />
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The next two days were filled with food, family, and good times. I even found out my sweet little innocent baby cousin (who cares that she is 19 now) says bad words. Who knew... I thought I was the cusser in the family! Ok, I am. BUT she is coming along nicely :)<br />
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All in All, I had a great time visiting family. It's a great feeling to be able to introduce my daughter to great grandparents and show her where her great great grandparents lived, worked, attended school , and went to church. It helps me instill a since of heritage and pride in her.<br />
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If you ever have the opportunity to take your child to the birthplace of your parents and/or grandparents, do it. This was not Katy's first trip there and it will not be here last.<br />
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<br />Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-67425143920766443922012-01-21T10:30:00.000-08:002012-03-12T20:19:54.730-07:00Two's a couple, Three's a family, and four......<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Yup, that's what she said. Well, actually she said "Mommy please have a sister, I am lonely." She then followed with "Everyone is a big sister except for me." I successfully ignored the remarks for about 3 months ( or 3 years but who's counting). So now I say things like, "If we have a baby, you will have to give them some of your stuff" or "Well if we have a baby you have to sleep in your own room." These arguments have been successful for the most part. I mean, I don't want to sound like a jerk. I know having siblings is beneficial. I have been fighting mine for about 28 years and it never gets old. I don't know what I would do without those idiots. But look at that momma doll's hair. Do you know why it looks like that? Its that baby! That momma doll is STRESSED OUT! Not I said the cat ( I guess here I would be referring to myself, lol) Does anyone else own an only child who is itching for a sibling? What tricks have you used? What toys have you purchased to fill the void--Baby alive works well in our home? Let me know!<br />
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<br />Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-62614121618505648062012-01-20T17:33:00.000-08:002012-01-21T11:44:28.283-08:00Smurfette and other Stereotyped Women of my ChildhoodToday I ran across an article titled <a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/parenting/15-best-and-worst-cartoon-role-models-for-girls-2489703.html" target="_blank">Ten Worst and Best Cartoon role models for Girls</a>. While the article was mildly comedic, it was also thought provoking. Suddenly, I realized that the cartoons of my childhood, though awesomely hilarious, I now realize were also very sexist and demeaning. <br />
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Judy Jetson was a futuristic All-American teenager complete with a phone addiction, which I can say is a pretty realistic depiction of a high school girl. My issue with her, is that she had absolutely no goals. I can't recall a moment when she talked about passing a test, going to college, or what she wanted to do as an adult. Perhaps in the future girls won't have to worry about manly stuff like careers and education....<br />
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Cheetara from the Thundercats was absolutely amazing. She had superspeed and could see into the future and the past. Unfortunately both of her powers would tire her out to the point of sever fatigue that could last for days. Though I think she is amazing, I find it interesting that her weapon is a staff that grows to any length and shoots out white beams....<br />
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Cover Girl from G.I. Joe. As her name suggests, this chick was a former super model. She joined the military because she became bored with her career. That's cool. My issue is that she pretty much dated every single Joe. Some may call that liberating. I call it nasty. We all know soldiers in combat don't bathe often. Can you say STD...<br />
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I will end my rant with Daphne, the hot red headed girl, and Thelma, the not-so-hot-but-super-smart (and possibly a lesbian) girl. So Daphne was pretty and Fred really dug her. She was in constant need of protection, helpless, and not very bright. She was well dressed in her fitted purple top and purple mini skirt. Thelma was a freaking genius and no one cared. Her clothes were frumpy, her turtle neck was large and her skirt was knee length. Thelma's outfit looks like what I wear to work! Daphne often had guys in tow. Thelma not so much. I mean, think about it, who want a chick who can take care of her self...<br />
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If my list jogged your memory of any other cartoons that seem a little odd as an adult, please comment! Have a good day!<br />
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<br />Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-34264245571440966692011-11-02T13:14:00.000-07:002011-11-02T13:14:04.622-07:0010 Things Not To Say to Your Childfree FriendsI read an <a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/parenting/10-things-not-to-say-to-your-childfree-friends-2595394/" target="_blank">article</a> on Yahoo! and thought it was pretty awesome. I think I am most guilty of #8. Which are you most guilty of? Let me know in the Comments section. <br />
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Here is an excerpt of the article below...<br />
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I've learned a
few things about <a href="http://www.parents.com/parenting/relationships/friendship/the-5-friends-all-moms-need/" rel="nofollow">
how to keep friendships</a> strong when you don't have
parenthood in common. Here are 10 things not to say to your friends
who don't have children.<br />
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<strong>1. "When will you finally have
kids?"</strong><br />
Once you have offspring, you want your friends to share the
experience. But please don't loudly ask this question across
the table at <a href="http://www.parents.com/recipes/holidays/thanksgiving/your-easiest-thanksgiving-dinner-ever/" rel="nofollow">
Thanksgiving dinner</a> or at a baby shower. Although many
people are happy to be childfree or waiting, the situation may be
more complicated. A friend could be facing <a href="http://www.parents.com/pregnancy/getting-pregnant/infertility/" rel="nofollow">infertility</a>,
in the agonizing position of having a spouse who doesn't want
children, or otherwise in a complex struggle over the issue. Bring
it up privately with close friends, or wait for them to share with
you.<br />
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<strong>2. "We always wanted to have a
family."</strong><br />
If you use the expression "have a family" to mean
"have children," you inadvertently send a message that
people without kids are... family-less. <a href="http://www.parents.com/parenting/divorce/blended-families/challenges-of-blended-families/" rel="nofollow">
Family comes in many forms</a>: significant others, parents,
siblings, nieces, nephews, cousins, neighbors -- happily, the list
goes on!<br />
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<strong>3. "I only invited other parents."</strong><br />
Having children is the norm, and people who are childfree can
sometimes feel isolated or excluded. So invite us to <a href="http://www.parents.com/fun/birthdays/themes/fantastic-party-themes/" rel="nofollow">
birthday parties</a>! Sure, there are some people who just
don't like kids and have no desire to spend an afternoon
surrounded by them. They can decline the invitation, and the rest
of us will cheer when the birthday boy takes his first bite of
cupcake.<br />
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<strong>4. "Are you hung-over?"</strong><br />
If you had kids when you were on the younger side, you may have
transitioned abruptly from staying out bar-hopping to <a href="http://www.parents.com/advice/babies/feeding/when-can-i-end-nighttime-feedings/" rel="nofollow">
night feedings</a> and <em>Yo Gabba Gabba</em> -- and years later,
you may assume that we're still acting like our crazy
twentysomething selves. But just because we don't have kids
doesn't mean we aren't growing up.<br />
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<strong>5. "You're so lucky you get to sleep
in/shop/travel."</strong><br />
We understand that you give up a lot to be the <a href="http://www.parents.com/parenting/better-parenting/advice/8-ways-to-be-a-better-parent/" rel="nofollow">
amazing parent</a> you are -- and we do appreciate our extra cash
and free time, and god, yes, the sleep. But too many offhand
comments like this make us feel like you assume the reason we
don't have children is that we're lazy, selfish, or
shallow. The decision is never that simple.<br />
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<strong>6. "This must be birth control for
you."</strong><br />
Parents often make this joke when their kid is being loud or
persistent, and we understand it's because you're worried
the situation is bugging the hell out of everyone around you.
Don't stress -- a good friend understands that your kid is
going to <a href="http://www.parents.com/toddlers-preschoolers/discipline/tantrum/preventing-meltdowns/" rel="nofollow">
have a meltdown</a> once in a while. We can take it. And, of
course, a crying toddler is not actually a tipping point in our
decision to have kids. We're not that shortsighted.<br />
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<strong>7. "Your dog/cat/parakeet is your
baby."</strong><br />
<a href="http://www.parents.com/parenting/pets/kids/picking-the-perfect-pet/" rel="nofollow">
Pets are a huge part</a> of many people's lives, whether or not
those people have children. But it feels like a consolation prize
when you put it like this. That said, ask about my cat; I'm
happy to pull up my latest photo of her adorableness.<br />
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<strong>8. "I can't die; I'm a mom."</strong><br />
During a recent brief terrorism scare in New York City, a friend
said to me, "I have to get out -- <a href="http://www.parents.com/toddlers-preschoolers/development/social/talking-to-kids-about-death/" rel="nofollow">
I can't die</a>; I'm a mom." We know you have someone
depending on you in an unprecedented way, but there are people who
love and depend on us, too.<br />
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<strong>9. "I'm sorry it's taken forever for me to
call/email/text you back."</strong><br />
Don't start every correspondence with an apology. Your life is
insane and letting us know you want to make time for us is
appreciated. But <a href="http://www.parents.com/parenting/moms/healthy-mom/60-second-stress-solutions/" rel="nofollow">
don't stress so much</a>: My life is busy too, and more often
than not, I didn't even notice a lag.<br />
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<strong>10. "You wouldn't understand."</strong><br />
We know there are many things about parenting you will turn to your
mom friends to talk about. And, honestly, with anyone other than a
close friend, that's probably best -- I lose interest fast when
someone I don't know well talks too much about their kids. But
when <a href="http://www.parents.com/parenting/relationships/friendship/making-and-keeping-friends-as-an-adult/" rel="nofollow">
we're real friends</a>, don't let our relationship fade
because you're afraid of boring us with parenting stuff. Just
like we used to listen to you talk about your ex, we want to hear
about what's important in your life now. And we hope you'll
do the same for us.Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-66387698181805867092011-10-27T20:43:00.000-07:002011-10-27T20:43:05.072-07:003 Reasons I Love the Husband<i>Disclaimer: the title of this post is far more sappy than I could ever be in real life</i><br />
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Now, that we are past that....Here are the top 3 reasons I love my husband (well top reasons I can share )<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">3)</span></b> He is tall. Though his height is up for debate (he says 6 ft I say 5'11)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>2)</b></span> He makes me laugh and we are really good friends. Seriously, we like the same music (for the most part- his taste sometimes lacks logic), we like the same tv shows, we enjoy the same activities, and the list goes on...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>1)</b> WE MAKE A GREAT EFFIN TEAM! I have his back and he has mine- no matter what. And that is what matters most to us!</span><br />
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Here is the vid to our favorite song in case you care...Enjoy!<br />
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I remember when I was younger and I too was intrigued by them. Now I wish I never had to see one again.<br />
If you have a moment (and you do because you are reading this) go to Google Image and type kids and maxi pads or kids and tampons. You will see stuff like this:<br />
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So anyway, a few days ago a very brightly colored box was delivered to my home. It looked like it could have been something for a child. But since I know how to read I saw that it was a free sample from Tampax ( I so love free samples!) .My daughter insisted it was for her because it was pink and yellow with decorated very nicely. So she opened it.<br />
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She looked at the tampax variety pack sample for a moment and exclaimed, "YES, PADS!"<br />
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WTF? Confusion.Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-75331099275121016112011-10-10T23:02:00.000-07:002011-10-10T23:02:31.549-07:00The sh*t my kid says<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktYgiDDNfaFW2Xul9jNzvfa6FNcCVdcVveJteJ2iMJrfnx4sqfxpu65lsLRxSpgL2AGrlexvgk0USSF_w9CRx9QLYUUDR9ldVA3hXbSto2VdRfYEXfU-JZ7IEmfwa0wTLt2lSDB_RUdOj/s1600/celtrixa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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While watching television, a commercial for Celtrixa came on. She got really excited and yelled, "Mommy, mommy you need that!"<br />
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That's all I can think of so far. Sorry for being gone for way too long.Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-47939822929489729992011-07-31T10:21:00.000-07:002011-07-31T10:21:58.529-07:00She's growing up!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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This past weekend I realized that my sweet dear baby has not one, but TWO loose teeth! What the eff!<br />
I noticed that her bottom tooth appeared irritated or something so I touched her tooth and it moved. So I tried the other and it moved too! Katy was so happy. She ran around the house yelling "I've been waiting my whole life for this!"<br />
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Your whole life Katy? Really? (Does anyone see the drama I have to deal with around here lol)<br />
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I ran the the bathroom and cried a little (not a lot, just like 2 tears only for real) and quickly composed myself because the husband was making fun of me and telling me to man up. But in my defense, those friggin' teeth caught me off guard. I was not expecting my girl to have loose teeth at 4. She is too young...she JUST grew those teeth!<br />
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Anyhow, I took her to the dentist and they took an x-ray. Amazingly, her adult teeth are in place and ready to sprout! My baby is growing up right before my eyes! Those teeth will fall out before the end of the week I am sure. Until then, I better hurry and go take family photos!<br />
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<div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Quick! What's the one thing you would like to change about your child?</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Okay. Now, why do you want to change it?</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Chances are, it's because that behavior causes the worst side of you to come out, as you nag incessantly. When considering behaviors to change, there are several things to ask yourself first.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Is this behavior mostly a result of where your child is on the developmental ladder? That is, does your child behave in this annoying way mostly because of where he/she is in developmental ability or task?</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">An example of this would be the two-year-old who resists nearly every suggestion from a parent. Difficult as it may be to live with such defiance, a little knowledge will confirm that this is pretty typical behavior for a youngster who is forming a sense of autonomy.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Developmental limitations may frustrate your child and not permit more mature actions. So, refresh your developmental knowledge to learn whether or not this behavior is a product of development.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If you decide that the behavior falls into the developmental category, accept the fact that you will not be able to change the behavior, but that you can learn to adopt some responses that may preserve your sanity and allow your child to both work at the developmental level and not receive continual negative feedback.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">An example of this would be to allow more choices for the two-year-old, such as choosing which shirt to wear or which cup to use. A little power shared often helps defuse a power struggle.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If you have concluded that it is not a developmental issue, ask yourself whether the behavior is part of your child's unique temperament. While children don't directly inherit personality, they are born with hard-wired temperaments that influence their characteristic patterns of behavior.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Some children are more naturally boisterous and outgoing, some much quieter, finding it easier to comply. Some children have a tendency to be quite inflexible and rigid, while others happily go with the flow.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Consider the behaviors that have been part of your child since birth. Any parent would do much better recognizing innate temperament and learning how to adapt to that, rather than trying to meet it headlong with often disastrous results.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Another thing to ask yourself before you launch into behavioral change is, just why you have a problem with it? What are your expectations for behavior, where do these expectations come from, and are they reasonable/appropriate?</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Sometimes others have influenced our standards, by earlier experiences, or by personal preferences. Discovering why certain behaviors push our particular buttons may be important learning for parents, and we learn whose problem it really is.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">When you have gone through this reflection process, you may discover one of several things:</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">1. Either the behavior is not so important or so permanent as to necessitate efforts to change it; or</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">2. Strategic responses have rendered the behavior more tolerable; or</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">3. This really is a behavior that needs some modification.</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">If this latter answer is the one you come up with, then it's time to consider effective ways of changing behavior. More about this in the next article.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTnMPbXZRj6Uzr_FYkbl6Zfdjx8bZqm5-TSHbN7yvXD_Ll2TvGvBg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTnMPbXZRj6Uzr_FYkbl6Zfdjx8bZqm5-TSHbN7yvXD_Ll2TvGvBg" width="200" /></a></div>You see, Cindy Anthony was the person who alerted the authorities of her granddaughter's disappearance. She was the one who suspected foul play. And in the end, she was the one who guaranteed her daughter's freedom with her testimony. Cindy Anthony ,at some point, lied during her testimony. What changed her mind? Did she decide not lose both her daughter and her granddaughter?<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Cindy lied under oath. She said she searched for Chloroform on the internet. However she was signed in at work at the time making it impossible to do the search on her home computer. This testimony was enough to confuse the jury and make it impossible to prove premeditation (which is typically needed to find a person guilty of 1st degree murder) . Ultimately, only Cindy and Casey know the truth. The rest of us will probably never know (unless an OJ Simpson style "If I DID commit the crime This is How I would do it" book is released). What we do know, is that Cindy is very loyal to her child--no matter what. She has publicly with one hand on the Bible proven the power of a mother's unconditional love for her child. I do not believe she is the only mother to do something like this, nor do I believe she will be the last.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 11px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">What would you do to save your child from the gas chamber? If your child was facing the death penalty, can you honestly say you wouldn't perjure yourself to save her life...<br />
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Rest in Peace Caylee<br />
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</div>Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-81240478562937506422011-06-11T23:49:00.000-07:002011-06-11T23:49:14.014-07:00Planning a Birthday PartyMy kid will be turning 4 in a few days. She can't wait for her party to get here. I can't wait for it to be over!<br />
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This year's theme is SpongeBob luau. SpongeBob because she likes him, luau because that is what was on clearance this winter :) I even scored a huge bag of luau decor from <a href="http://www.craigslist.org/">Craigslist</a> for $10. Hey now!<br />
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Tonight I stuffed treat bags and made a bean bag toss game. Oh yeah, Saturday night fun! (not really)<br />
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I'm sitting here wondering when kids parties got so darn elaborate. I mean I don't recall having them. I can remember when birthday party was a cake, ice cream, cousins and friends, and playing outside for like 2 hours. Where did treat bags come from? Where did party games come from? Who in the hell invented jumpers? I need answers!<br />
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My kid's party will be a blast for her. And for those of you who think my kid doesn't remember one party from the next...WRONG!!! She does. I guess that's why I put some much effort into them. Anyway, this is what I have planned so far:<br />
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<b>Decorations</b><br />
Backyard Patio- Mainly Luau with Pineapples for centerpieces. Eating will take place here<br />
Front yard- A home made <i>Welcome to Bikini Bottom Sign</i> in front yard, children's activites<br />
Living room- Jellyfish fields. jelly fish (balloons with crepe paper attached) will hang from the ceiling and blue butcher papers with fish cutouts on wall<br />
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Getting leid-- I have leis for all children in attendance<br />
SpongeBob bean bag toss-- I made it myself. I will take pictures of it at the party<br />
Possibly a jumper--POSSIBLY<br />
Jelly fishing-- kids will use a butterfly net to catch jellyfish (balloons in a wading pool) Jelly fish will be numbered. Numbers indicate their place in line for Mr. Krabs treasure chest<br />
Mr. Krabs treasure chest-- a basket draped with a satin sheet filled with 99 cent store toys<br />
Water play (water balloon toss, sprinklers turned on, etc)--if weather permits<br />
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<b>Goody bags</b><br />
SpongeBob treat bags --bags are SpongeBob paper lunch sacks from 99 cent store<br />
SpongeBob themed candy from Walmart and 99 cent store<br />
Some kaleidoscopes and paddle balls I bought on clearance after Halloween. 50 cents for a pack of 6<br />
SpongeBob stickers from 99 cent store<br />
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<b>Food</b><br />
Krabby patties (burgers)...Maybe, I have no real intentions of cooking on that day<br />
Pizza....probably<br />
Fruit<br />
salad<br />
chips and dip<br />
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Well, let me know what you think. I will do a party recap with pictures next week after it's over. Wish me luck. No, better yet...Pray for me!Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-73510232299140719242011-06-04T00:39:00.000-07:002011-06-04T00:39:27.999-07:00Mommy Play with Meeee!Working full time while mothering a 3 year old girl is absolutely insane. On an average day, I drive 2 hours to work, work for 9 hours, then drive 2 hours home. When I get home, all I want is about 32 seconds of quiet time.<br />
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HA! What a joke! There is no such thing in my home.<br />
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My little precious little baby toddler girl is very full of energy. Don't get me wrong, I love it. Actually, I prayed for it while I was pregnant. The worst thing I could imagine when I was pregnant was the thought of having a shy and timid child. My prayers were fully answered.<br />
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Thank you God.<br />
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My kid wants to play games 24/7. If running or yelling is not involved, she wants no parts of it. Even eating has to be some sort of contest. And let's not even talk about if she doesn't win. No, let's not.<br />
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Back to the story-<br />
After driving in beautiful L.A. traffic for at least 1.5 hours on any given day, I open the front door to a game of hide and seek. Somehow, I am always "it". This games usually lasts about 3 minutes before I get stumped and can't find her (Wow you were under the table <i>AGAIN</i>...I didn't even see you). She then jumps out and yell Boo! This of course has to frighten me.<br />
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Then I am able to put my purse down, kick off my shoes, and have a seat. That takes about 22 seconds. Then .... Mommy Play with meeeeee!<br />
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I love my girl, but thank goodness for nap time!Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-45065896980288981042011-06-04T00:31:00.000-07:002011-06-04T00:31:18.893-07:00Only children and their STUFFA wise woman once said "For every child who has everything there is a parent who is broke."<br />
<b>Ok, I made that up.</b><br />
But it's true and you know it!<br />
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My daughter is not only an only child, she is an only grandchild and only niece on my side, and an only granddaughter on my hubby's side. Needless to say she has tons of "stuff".<br />
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And if your child is an only (only child, only girl, only boy, only baby, etc), chances are your kid has too much stuff too.<br />
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For years ( yes- all three of them) I've tried to give away her belongings to friends, to the Salvation Army, to churches, or to anyone who would take them. It is more difficult to get rid of all this stuff than it seems. Recently I decided to take to the web to see what other overwhelmed mommies are doing with their kids' stuffs and stumbled across the most incredible thing in the world: Moms with side hustles.<br />
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Moms are selling their kids stuff online. Not on craigslist, but on Facebook! That's right Facebook. Facebook is filled with mommies who are making money off of their babies used clothing and accessories. And other mommies are actually buying it. Talk about a win-win situation.<br />
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I think this idea is great. So, I have decided to interview a mommy with a side hustle to see how this whole thing goes.<br />
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Is this something you have thought of trying? If so, leave a comment and tell me about it!Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-50934092399304132242011-05-08T21:33:00.000-07:002011-05-08T21:33:55.776-07:00A Day to Celebrate MothersMother's Day is a day of food, fun, family, and flowers. It is a day to celebrate she who brought you into the world, or she who taught you how to deal with this world. My mommy day was great. I was able to spend the day with my mom as well as my daughter.<br />
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Though the day is very commercial and even dubbed a Hallmark Holiday, its a great day to me.<br />
I enjoy trying to win the <b><i>Whose Card Will Make Mom Cry</i></b> competition between me and my brothers. <br />
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This year I lost. But so did my brother. I call that a win in my book.<br />
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Katy, who was not even in the contest, somehow won by giving my mom a greeting card that sang "You Are My Sunshine."<br />
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Anyhow, my day was great. I hope yours was as well.<br />
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Happy Mother's Day All! You are doing a great job.Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-35687581106152356272011-04-29T22:35:00.000-07:002011-04-30T17:26:59.646-07:00The Problem with 3 year oldsThe problem with 3 year olds is that they may very well be smarter than their parents. As a parent it seems to be our job to squash that intelligence into submission. We must prove to these toddlers that we are in fact their superior!<br />
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Katy is 3. She is very opinionated and stubborn. I have no clue from where or whom those personality traits came. She believes that I need to provide explanation for everything I say and "because I said so" is not an acceptable explanation for anything.<br />
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On any typical day she will ask for some candy. I usually will say no. She will then ask why. I tell her because either a) she has not had breakfast, b) she has not brushed her teeth, or c) she already has had some type of junk for the day. Her response to the no is ALWAYS...so what you mean mommy is that if I a) eat breakfast or b) brush my teeth I can then have candy? Or she will say well mom, I know I had a snack but the snack was not candy it was fruit snacks and this time I want candy. Fruit snack and candy are not the same.<br />
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Really kid, you think I don't know that they are not the same. And no you can't have it after you brush your teeth. All you can have is a NAP!<br />
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Note to new parents: when all else fails- send the kid to nap. Hopefully they will have forgotten everything by the time they wake up. Hopefully...<br />
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I know this is normal for a child her age but gee whiz.<br />
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If you have any advice, feel free to help a sista out!Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-4046172283774794802011-04-25T20:28:00.000-07:002011-04-25T20:28:03.341-07:00Conversation at churchDoes Jesus Love Everybody?<br />
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Yep.<br />
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Mommy, even strangers?<br />
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Yep, Jesus has no strangers.<br />
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Really Mommy? Then what about Kidnappers. Does Jesus love them too?<br />
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(Stumbling over my words while trying to come up with an answer): Well, yes he does. But He wants to try to tell them not to kidnap anymore.<br />
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Luckily, the Husband was there to save me. He interrupted to tell us we were too loud in church.<br />
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<b>Maybe this is why I could never talk in church as a child.</b><br />
How does she come up with stuff anyways?<br />
Anybody else have kids who ask the most difficult questions in the world? .Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-47077834637127973392011-04-05T17:20:00.000-07:002011-04-06T19:07:11.010-07:00I took my living room back!My living room has been held hostage for the past 3.5 years. I am pleased to announce that it is officially been released. That's right folks, I have stepped on my last lego (hopefully).<br />
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<b>I have taken back my living room!</b><br />
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See, my daughter has used my living room as her lair since forever. Because she is the only (choose one: child, niece, grand child, granddaughter, etc), she has accumulated tons of stuff. And because she is a brat and I have no rules, the stuff resided in my living room... until now!<br />
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Slowly, I have begun to redecorate my living room. The final touch has just been completed a month ago or so. I purchased an ottoman coffee table with 4 little ottoman stools.<br />
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<b>These things are the best thing ever invented in life. PERIOD.</b><br />
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All of her stuff that she uses daily is stored in the table. My living room looks like an adult lives in this home.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>I am happy. </i></span><br />
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Victory at last! Go Team Momma!<br />
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If you would like to be a part of my victorious team, check out articles like <a href="http://www.rightathome.com/Cleaning/Articles/Pages/18UnexpectedOrganizers.aspx?sid=email&cid=rah201104&rid=127580007&om_rid=NsrYAT&om_mid=_BNm09iB8aGm9H2">this</a> to help you with some storage ideas.Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-17733368512542329352011-04-05T17:05:00.000-07:002011-04-30T17:16:54.409-07:00S.O.SMy week thus far has been absolutely insane. My daughter will no longer take naps. She avoids sleeping by telling me she has cramps. This place is a mad house. To top it all off, the commute to and from work has been RIDICULOUS this week. Is this National Crash Into The Embankment Week or what?<br />
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And yes, I said cramps. This 3 year old says she has cramps. I will tell you about it later.<br />
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My house is semi-clean (only minimal food on floors, mud on walls etc). Dinner this week has consisted of taquitos on Sunday, chips on Monday, and Jack in the Box on Tuesday. I have no clue what my daughter was fed. I don't even want to know.<br />
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I will be up for air on Thursday. Please pray for me! This is my official S.O.SKrissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-22065979607599510592011-03-24T22:27:00.000-07:002011-03-24T22:27:45.610-07:00Never too late to breast feed!As many of you mommies are aware, breast milk is THE absolute best thing you can ever give your kid. If you don't believe me, as the lady who bombarded my hospital room after I had my daughter. I made the mistake of arguing with her- she grabbed my boob (while I had visitors) and made me do a live demo. True story.<br />
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Anyways, you haven't missed your chance.<br />
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<img height="200" src="http://blogs.browardpalmbeach.com/cleanplatecharlie/breast_ice-cream.jpg" width="166" /><br />
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Thanks to some "great" ice creamologists (is that even a word) in London, we can now give our kids who missed out on breast milk via <a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1360225/Shop-sells-breast-milk-ice-cream-London-restaurant-Icecreamists-Baby-Gaga.html?ito=feeds-newsxml">breast milk ice cream</a>! It's true. Click the link and read all about it.<br />
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Also, for you mommies looking to earn a few extra bucks, the shoppe is looking for more breast milk donations...and they pay!<br />
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Ok, I don't know if it really has any health benefits. And there is no way for me to find out, because I am too grossed out to even consider trying it. But, the article does note that you can order it with a shot of whiskey. Boobcream float anyone?Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-42392322308868341432011-03-15T07:31:00.000-07:002011-03-15T07:31:02.722-07:00Quick and funny period storyMy friend's daughter recently started her period (sorry guys- you probably didn't want to read that). Usually they start off irregular, so she did not have one the next month. So she asked her mom (my friend) if that meant she was going to die.<br />
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Super funny.<br />
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Since my friend is a good mom, she answered honestly and explained how the cycle takes a while to regulate.<br />
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I'm thinking that when my time comes I may tell my kid that missed period = death<br />
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LMAO!<br />
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Have a good day!Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-38270129356549271632011-03-14T21:32:00.000-07:002011-03-14T21:32:56.238-07:00According to THEM...working Moms SuckI once read an <a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/02/15/133777158/Study-Finds-Link-Between-Working-Moms-Overweight-Kids">article </a>about how Stay-at-home-moms produce smarter children. I also recently read an <a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/02/15/133777158/Study-Finds-Link-Between-Working-Moms-Overweight-Kids">article </a>that working moms produce fatter unhealthier kids. Every-time I turn around I am reading about the benefits of being able to stay at home with your kids. I have nothing against mothers who stay home with their children. I know it is a tough job, but I do not agree that staying at home will produce superior children.<br />
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And yes, I am biased.<br />
I work and my kid is awesome.<br />
My mom worked and I am a super genius.<br />
Her mom worked and she is amazing.<br />
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Working Moms deserve more credit. By day we run offices, answer to bosses, deal with irate humans. By night we cook, we clean, we wife, we mother. That mess is difficult...almost insane! I do all of this only to open up my laptop and see about 3 articles each day about how my decision to work is going to ruin my kids life, health, and emotional well being..<br />
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My response:<br />
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<b>Tell it to someone who is listening.</b><br />
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For the record, I love working full time and parenting full time. I wouldn't choose to do anything different.<br />
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Signed,<br />
Your resident working mom who LOVES working and being a mom at the same timeKrissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4062898662797087227.post-65287070020048771932011-03-04T20:55:00.000-08:002011-03-04T21:00:26.114-08:00Why are these kid's movies so sadI was at lunch with a few coworkers this week and the topic of kid movies came up. Since I am the only one with a kid, it is safe to assume I started the conversation. What prompted the discussion was the movie <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Single-Disc-Widescreen-Edward-Asner/dp/B001KVZ6FW?ie=UTF8&tag=iasm03-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969" target="_blank">Up</a> . If any of you have watched it, maybe you understand why it made my list of depressing kids movies that are sad for no reason.<br />
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Long story short: two kids grow up and fall in love. As a married couple, they find out they can't have children, life's struggles prevent them from taking a dream vacation that they've dreamed about since childhood, the wife falls sick and dies, the widowed husband lives alone and their home was going to fall victim to imminent domain. So, to avoid this he tied balloons to the house and floated to the place he and he wife had planned to vacation. Then...the adventure begins. So, all in all the story was not bad- BUT WAS ALL THE DEPRESSION NECESSARY? I would like to vote no.<br />
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Sure, all the sad stuff happened in a sequence of images and no sound so it went over the kid's head....but I was crying, or sobbing depending on who tells the story.<br />
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Is it necessary to add a series of very adult situations to capture the attention of parents in order for us to enjoy the film? Is it? I think I could appreciate just a regular old kids movie minus the death of a loved one or parent. That ish is traumatic.<br />
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Maybe I need to stick to Care Bears and My Little Pony...now those were movies!<br />
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What are your thoughts? Do you enjoy the adult portions of kids movies? Do they make you more apt to purchase movie tickets? Let me know!!Krissy M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03680828056753414575noreply@blogger.com2