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gear" /><category term="200 oz. event" /><category term="weight watchers" /><category term="history" /><category term="kellymom" /><category term="yoreganics" /><category term="snow" /><category term="mama cloth" /><title>A Mom Writing</title><subtitle type="html">This blog is dedicated to chronicling my adventures in first-time mommyhood, wifedom, life as a writer, and the many other twists and turns along the road.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYHRH0_eCp7ImA9Wx9VEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-7409679316972940366</id><published>2011-01-28T19:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:05:35.340-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-28T20:05:35.340-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural birth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waterbirth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthing from within" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="midwife" /><title>Birth Art for Baby Girl</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TUNhFpXWGyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/O9tyKsdIhvc/s1600/IMG_6526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TUNhFpXWGyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/O9tyKsdIhvc/s400/IMG_6526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567400313991076642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hi!  It's been a little while-- things as always have been quite busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have such exciting news!  I have switched to a midwife for the remainder of this pregnancy and birth of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;GIRL&lt;/span&gt;.  Cheers!  We are feeling very blessed to have our second on the way, and we think it is very special that we will have one boy and one girl in our little, growing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our midwife is amazing.  She is unlike any other medical professional I have ever met... in such a good way.  She sat with us, talked with us, listened to us-- as a couple, as birth partners, as husband and wife, not as 'patient and spouse.'  And her answers were never condescending.  She didn't roll her eyes at things we said that seemed off (I have no idea if she thought anything we said was weird, which is quite a difference from one particularly rude doctor we encountered at my old OB practice-- that OB rolled her eyes when I acted concerned about being strapped to a bed while laboring naturally, and she flat out laughed while I asked about natural birth classes saying she had never even heard of Bradley.  She was joking, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our new midwife is encouraging and positive&lt;/span&gt;-- she didn't focus on what COULD happen negatively, but how to go about making the birth of our daughter a positive experience.  And she encouraged both my husband and myself to explore birth art (after she mentioned that we should read Birthing from Within and I said I read it in three days).  I might not be an artiste, but I explored art as a student and considered a college career in art so using birth art to explore our feelings about labor is actually quite exciting to me.  My husband is having a hard time embracing it because he thinks he can't do it, but he, despite his initial snickers at the thought of birth art way back when, is being supportive, open, and very curious about my use of birth art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TUNlfvTUWjI/AAAAAAAAAso/om3J5gXmcEw/s1600/IMG_6592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TUNlfvTUWjI/AAAAAAAAAso/om3J5gXmcEw/s400/IMG_6592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567405160307907122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Above is my first piece of birth art done in crayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am laboring in water, supported by my husband.  I am warm colors because my body is using and producing strong energy while my husband is in cool colors to keep things calm.  There is a tree budding around us because we feel connected to nature, but it also represents our growing family tree.  The heart represents our son, Gabriel.  The abstract sphere emerging into the tree trunk is our daughter.  Around my crayon sketch I have written some phrases that speak to me about birth (some of the phrases are very hypnobirthy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then there's waterbirth.&lt;/span&gt;  Something I never had really considered and then I saw a video.  It was so peaceful.  Everything was so calm and gentle for both Mom and baby.  I read about the benefits-- such as reduced risk of tearing, natural pain coping techniques, and a soft transition for the baby leaving the womb.  I read about the risks... which are honestly very low when waterbirth is practiced safely.  With my midwife, the baby's numbers need to look great for me to get in or stay in the tub for pushing.  And if everything looks good, waterbirth is something we are strongly considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's great about my midwife is that she has done a lot of waterbirths.  She is actually on babycenter.com's waterbirth video.  And the hospital where I am delivering is waterbirth friendly with a tub equipped for birth in one of the suites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're excited, we're curious, we're a little nervous, but above all, we are now at peace because we have taken the experience in the birth of our daughter into our hands and made it something for us to experience as a family.  It's no longer about the medical stuff-- that stuff is important, and our baby's safety and health is our number one priority-- but we are not looking at birth in terms of "going to the doctor" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that, is birth art in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-7409679316972940366?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7409679316972940366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2011/01/birth-art-for-baby-girl.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/7409679316972940366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/7409679316972940366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2011/01/birth-art-for-baby-girl.html" title="Birth Art for Baby Girl" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TUNhFpXWGyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/O9tyKsdIhvc/s72-c/IMG_6526.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04FR3s8fCp7ImA9Wx9XGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-4393657526917919104</id><published>2011-01-04T22:13:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T13:05:16.574-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T13:05:16.574-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homemade baby food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="product review" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="giveaway" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>The Best Homemade Baby Food on the Planet (Giveaway ends 1/11/11)</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE 1/13/11 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winner was selected by random number generator, and has been contacted.  Thanks to all who entered!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy new year all! It has been a lovely start to 2011 already for our little family, and to celebrate, I have some fun for you all with&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; a review&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;The Best Homemade Baby Food on the Planet &lt;/span&gt;by Karin Knight and Tina Ruggiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TSPmZQAYiQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dItb4HlLbsA/s1600/1Final+Baby+Book+Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558539686573017346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TSPmZQAYiQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dItb4HlLbsA/s400/1Final%2BBaby%2BBook%2BCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Scroll to the bottom of this page for a sample recipe from the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Yes, the recipes include nutrition information. Hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will just remind you all I love making homemade baby food. It saves money, it's healthier for your child, and it is actually a good time. Obviously, I was ecstatic when I was asked to review this cookbook of homemade baby food recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say, this book brings it. It's full (as in over 200) of recipes for babies of all ages. In fact, the book is broken up into "chapters" based on baby's age, complete with helpful hints to go along with each stage of food. The book answers a lot of questions parents ask in a short first chapter (Should I Go Organic or Not?), and it serves as a great compass in the ways of homemade food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I particularly love about this book is the great variety of recipes in it. I have been making my son's food from the start, and there were ideas in here that sound delicious that I had not thought of (and I was skeptical that nothing in this book would sound new to me). Sure, there are how-to recipes on simple purees, but there are also great ideas for using food in baby-friendly ways (like a strawberry omelette or green beans in cream cheese and yogurt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These recipes are simple enough to make, but they are inventive so that your babies will enjoy them, and I firmly believe that getting kids to try a variety of foods at a young age will help them to have a more developed and adventurous kid palate. I know it could happen, but I am trying desperately not to have that kid who will not eat anything at the party just because he hates all food. And honestly, I know this book has opened new doors for me involving what I prepare for my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing I just wanted to note is that this book is helpful in getting you into new foods for your little one. We are not a huge tofu-eating family so I am sort of intimidated when it comes to preparing it, and this book is totally unassuming of your experience with varied foods-- I felt good that I didn't need to be a vegetarian James Beard winner to know what to do with the tofu mentioned in this book because it points out what is what so that you can successfully prepare the right tofu (or whatever!) product for your kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is priced at $19.99 and was published in November 2010 so it's a hot new item out there in the baby market. And if you want to make your baby's food, I would buy this book as your go-to-- it really did impress me, and I was not paid to say that. It's hefty and worth the purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;And you can win a copy of The Best Homemade Baby Food on the Planet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Include your e-mail in every comment so I can contact you if you win!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Option #1: Follow this blog (on the left hand side) and leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option #2: Follow @amomwriting on Twitter and leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option #3: Visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;the book's website here: &lt;a href="http://www.homemadebabyfood.net/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.homemadebabyfood.net/&lt;/a&gt; and tell me something you learned there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Option #4: Tweet about this giveaway, including a link to this blog post (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://su.pr/1wFGTe"&gt;http://su.pr/1wFGTe&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;, the title of the book, &amp;amp; @amomwriting. (as much as twice per day) Comment for each tweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Bon Appetit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This giveaway ends at 11:59 p.m. EST on January 11, 2011. All entries without an e-mail address included are disqualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a copy of the book to review, but was not paid for opinions or this giveaway event. These opinions are mine and mine alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Excerpted with permission...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;7 months: Orange You Cute Carrot and Sweet Potato &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Baby carrots can also be cut into thin strips (julienned) and microwaved, steamed, or simmered until very soft and served as finger food. When cooked or served with a little unsalted butter, the fat helps the body absorb the carrots’ vitamin A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 baby carrots&lt;br /&gt;1⁄4 cup (60 g) peeled, cubed, and cooked sweet potato&lt;br /&gt;3 tablespoons (45 ml) water&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Microwave Method:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the carrots lengthwise, then in half, and place in a small glass bowl with the cooked sweet potato and water. Cover and microwave on high 2 minutes. Allow to cool slightly, then purée in a blender or mash with a fork. Use apple juice, breast milk, or formula if needed to achieve desired consistency.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Yield:&lt;/span&gt; 4 baby servings, 2 tablespoons (30 g) each&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Each serving contains:&lt;/span&gt; 12.8 calories; 0.0 g total fat; 0.0 g saturated fat; 0.0 mg cholesterol; 7.1 mg sodium; 3.0 g carbo-hydrates; 0.5 g dietary fiber; 0.3 g protein; 5.0 mg calcium; 0.1 mg iron; 3009.2 IU vitamin A; and 2.1 mg vitamin C.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;--The Best Homemade Baby Food on the Planet, 2010. Knight &amp;amp; Ruggiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-4393657526917919104?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4393657526917919104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-homemade-baby-food-on-planet.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4393657526917919104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4393657526917919104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-homemade-baby-food-on-planet.html" title="The Best Homemade Baby Food on the Planet (Giveaway ends 1/11/11)" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TSPmZQAYiQI/AAAAAAAAAsY/dItb4HlLbsA/s72-c/1Final%2BBaby%2BBook%2BCover.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQNSH87cSp7ImA9Wx9QFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-8836711529899222384</id><published>2010-12-27T20:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:39:59.109-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-27T20:39:59.109-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going green" /><title>Catching Up on Christmastime</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk_ULkrwGI/AAAAAAAAAsI/86gtH_huYlA/s1600/IMG_6476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk_ULkrwGI/AAAAAAAAAsI/86gtH_huYlA/s400/IMG_6476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555541231274803298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had yourselves a Merry Christmas!  We sure did.  And somehow, I made it through the other side of Christmas without completely crashing.  Oh, I got sick all right, and I got the first really gross cough I have had in years, but Santa came, my son loves his new toys, my husband and I actually have had time to spend together, and we had a lovely time with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk_mt4ML4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/grkCvtvZbDg/s1600/IMG_6502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk_mt4ML4I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/grkCvtvZbDg/s400/IMG_6502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555541549721071490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A blurry, but cute picture of Gabriel in his new Ikea chair (and wow, he loves it). &lt;br /&gt;Thanks MomMom &amp;amp; Grandad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now?  Back to life.  But it's starting to feel like a different life is unfolding for me lately.  I think it has to do with the budding belly I have (and I might have been eating jolly the past weeks, but that bump is mostly baby, I promise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things just seem different to me.  My purpose, I guess.  I feel much more connected with being a mother than ever before.  I feel like I CAN manage things.  And it isn't that I didn't feel that way before-- I just think that somehow getting all our Christmas shopping done, stripping our cloth diapers of ammonia, cleaning, baking cookies, working, and being Mommy all at once made me feel good about myself.  I mean, wow, I got a lot done in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk-du2_9DI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9sz0Vrqarrc/s1600/IMG_6462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk-du2_9DI/AAAAAAAAAr4/9sz0Vrqarrc/s400/IMG_6462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555540295854060594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chocolate Crackle Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except blogging. Errr... sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To follow, though, I want to say that I am feeling much more at peace with our decision to prepare for a natural birth.  My husband bought me two books for Christmas (ones I wanted), which most natural birth Moms know (Birthing From Within and Hypnobirthing).  They are excellent reads thus far, and they even came with a very sincere note from my husband that he is totally engaged in our preparation and pursuit of a natural birth.  It was really touching to read his sincere commitment to something I want so badly.  It made me realize this is something WE want, and I know that is going to be important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk-pHl_zlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6oBU9Cd8DhU/s1600/IMG_6452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk-pHl_zlI/AAAAAAAAAsA/6oBU9Cd8DhU/s400/IMG_6452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555540491472195154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost 19 Weeks along with our Gumdrop (#2)&lt;br /&gt;Our "big" ultrasound is January 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess where I am going with this is that pursuing a natural birth needing to be a team effort is much like the effort to go green.  It has to be a team thing.  You can't do it alone, and it's not always easy to make the choices you do.  As this year closes, I realize we have so much more to do to be a greener household, but I feel exhilarated about making further changes (maybe taking on composting next Summer?!) rather than daunted because this is something we do as a family.  And maybe that is what this Christmas has taught me.  Making the journey of life as a family is a true gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have a beautiful, blossoming family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Review and Giveaway of The Best Homemade Baby Food On The Planet &amp;amp; a Review of Rockin Green Funk Rock coming later this week!  Don't miss it!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-8836711529899222384?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8836711529899222384/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up-on-christmastime.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/8836711529899222384?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/8836711529899222384?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up-on-christmastime.html" title="Catching Up on Christmastime" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TRk_ULkrwGI/AAAAAAAAAsI/86gtH_huYlA/s72-c/IMG_6476.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MRXk_cCp7ImA9Wx9RFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-366701875483549797</id><published>2010-12-16T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:56:24.748-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-16T20:56:24.748-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="firsts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="snow" /><title>My Snow Baby.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQq990jbvUI/AAAAAAAAArs/3DhmFXbtCIc/s1600/IMG_6402.JPG"&gt;&lt;object width="495" height="412" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a27cc092756543c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe explored snowfall for the first time today.  There was plenty of snow last winter, but he wasn't really able to comprehend it.  This year, he is a curious little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQq990jbvUI/AAAAAAAAArs/3DhmFXbtCIc/s1600/IMG_6402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQq990jbvUI/AAAAAAAAArs/3DhmFXbtCIc/s400/IMG_6402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551458360464489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi, snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-366701875483549797?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/366701875483549797/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-snow-baby.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/366701875483549797?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/366701875483549797?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-snow-baby.html" title="My Snow Baby." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQq990jbvUI/AAAAAAAAArs/3DhmFXbtCIc/s72-c/IMG_6402.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMESH89cCp7ImA9Wx9REkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-8356050332609084809</id><published>2010-12-13T22:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:30:09.168-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-13T22:30:09.168-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="working mommy" /><title>Not At Peace with Separation</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQbizAOwFTI/AAAAAAAAArk/nS0ChYOSUpw/s1600/IMG_6298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQbizAOwFTI/AAAAAAAAArk/nS0ChYOSUpw/s400/IMG_6298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550372956643792178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My son would like to be on the E*Trade commercials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or at least own a Blackberry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know my posting has really slowed down the past two months, and I am sorry for it, but things are seeming nonstop here in our little household.  For one, I took on a 25 hour (4 almost full days) per week schedule to attack student loans, and second, we have a very curious toddler.  I miss writing almost daily so much, but running around has really gotten in the way of it.  I am going to try and pick up steam over the holidays, but we'll see!  I do have a fun giveaway coming up-- a newly published book on homemade baby food.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, things have really been full speed ahead.  We're now 17 weeks along with our gumdrop (this is the nickname I have been calling the baby, though I don't think anyone else knows it), and I have been battling separation anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not my child's separation anxiety.  Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty for leaving him at childcare.  And I know this is a working Mom's plight-- something that sort of will bother me in waves.  But for some reason, the past few weeks have been brutal, and I am hormonal from the pregnancy anyway.  I find myself crying on my way to work quite often, whether I am leaving him with my Mom on Mondays or at "school" on other days of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is that he is now so much more a little person than ever before, with clear preferences, pet peeves, varied physical abilities, and a clearly curious nature.  And a strong-willed sense of self.  (as in, he has a hard time listening to me say, "No.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it has just been hard.  I want so much to be with my baby, to be the one teaching him, feeding him, loving him.  But at the same time I know that being a good Mommy to him right now is working.  The bills can't pay themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I am tonight... not really thinking about life as a green Momma, but just life as a Mom in general, wishing so badly I could spend more days like tomorrow (I don't work tomorrow!) with my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-8356050332609084809?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8356050332609084809/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-at-peace-with-separation.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/8356050332609084809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/8356050332609084809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-at-peace-with-separation.html" title="Not At Peace with Separation" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TQbizAOwFTI/AAAAAAAAArk/nS0ChYOSUpw/s72-c/IMG_6298.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEHSHg4cSp7ImA9Wx9SFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-8545688770241771041</id><published>2010-12-05T21:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:03:59.639-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-05T22:03:59.639-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holidays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title>Little Saint Nick...</title><content type="html">Tonight is December 5th, which in my family and many family's traditions, it is St. Nicholas Night.  We, like many children in the Netherlands, Germany, and Belgium (we're not German to my knowledge, but who cares!) put our shoes out in the hallway in the hopes that St. Nick will leave us a little something.  And this year, the tradition continued from my childhood to Gabriel's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put out his shoes in his stylish Santa in Space pajamas (compliments of his MomMom and Grandad)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxSINdEVxI/AAAAAAAAArI/Ijsi_jClLbA/s1600/IMG_6328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxSINdEVxI/AAAAAAAAArI/Ijsi_jClLbA/s400/IMG_6328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547399142017619730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a nice evening looking at books and reading with his Mommy and Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxST2_1xJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4pRlgUJ0plk/s1600/IMG_6332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxST2_1xJI/AAAAAAAAArQ/4pRlgUJ0plk/s400/IMG_6332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547399342147880082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then St. Nick stopped by with exactly what every little boy and girls wants... an organic brown rice yogurt bar and banana!  I smile because my little man really does find these things to be a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxSgCqpKLI/AAAAAAAAArY/cu5WLCG7Y1k/s1600/IMG_6343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxSgCqpKLI/AAAAAAAAArY/cu5WLCG7Y1k/s400/IMG_6343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547399551438629042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom. Nom. Nom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-8545688770241771041?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/8545688770241771041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-saint-nick.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/8545688770241771041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/8545688770241771041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-saint-nick.html" title="Little Saint Nick..." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TPxSINdEVxI/AAAAAAAAArI/Ijsi_jClLbA/s72-c/IMG_6328.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQHsyeSp7ImA9Wx9SEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-108785042315995790</id><published>2010-11-30T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:19:01.591-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-30T22:19:01.591-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food revolution" /><title>You can bet your bottom dollar...</title><content type="html">Or can you?  I was driving home tonight, and I heard an advertisement for a new food chain in my area.  Bottom Dollar Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose by any other name would smell... better than that!  I KNOW that times are rough, and I know families are struggling to feed their little ones more than ever, but with stores called Bottom Dollar Food coming out of the woodwork pretending to be saintly, consumers are bound to be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hear advertisements on the radio explaining that WIC and senior citizen food programs can be applied toward fresh farmers market food-- and believe it or not, farm fresh food is not always the most expensive (Yes, free range meat is pricey, but string beans? pumpkins? These things go for a steal straight from the farm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my little rant for the day.  And sorry for ranting, actually-- that is not normally my style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Gabe is now a full fledged toddler, and he enjoys getting into everything, and ignoring the word, "No."  Hi, temper tantrums!  I feel like the world of parenting is now just beginning for my husband and me.  It's a wonderful challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Gabe also now sings "Lalala" if I ask him where his tongue is.  It's adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-108785042315995790?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/108785042315995790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-bet-your-bottom-dollar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/108785042315995790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/108785042315995790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-can-bet-your-bottom-dollar.html" title="You can bet your bottom dollar..." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4CRXk5eyp7ImA9Wx9TFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-5254516141121006913</id><published>2010-11-22T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T19:59:24.723-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-22T19:59:24.723-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="natural birth" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="labor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going green" /><title>Our Quest for a Natural Birth with Baby #2</title><content type="html">So we're out of the first trimester (Whew!), and I am finally starting to feel human again-- as in, food is not repulsive, I can cook and change diapers without gagging, and I do not fall asleep sitting up on our futon watching Gossip Girl (Yes, I watch Gossip Girl.  It is my one guilty pleasure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's starting to really hit me-- we're actually having another baby.  And let's focus on the verb there. HAVING.  As in, there will be labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had preterm labor with Gabriel, and I contracted for seven weeks before I was induced with our first little nugget.  My husband and I had signed up for breathing and relaxation classes that were scheduled for while I was on bedrest.  As in, we never went to them.  And in all the fear of "I'm not ready to be a Mom of a preemie," etc., our plans for an epidural-free birth went out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm not scared.  Of preterm labor anyway.  If it comes again, I am not going to let it intimidate me from having the birth I want.  And I will say that Gabriel's birth was beautiful-- I was very clear that I would only go with induction if I had extremely good odds of it working well (I was dilated to 3 cm before any pitocin, and Gabe was very low-- I had very good numbers in the "this will work well" column), and things took off once my water was broken.  I had a vaginal birth, which was the most important thing to me in the world, and I am so glad for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was awful?  The epidural.  I was stuck more than five times.  Whatever the resident did to me made me feel like a metal straw was being stuck into my vertebrae over and over again.  The head anesthesiologist of the hospital then came to patching things up, and things went uphill from there... but the mere thought of an epidural sends crampy aches through my lower spine.  I just can't even imagine thinking about epidurals while in labor.  I just want to labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that reason I want a natural birth?  No.  I want to experience natural birth because I feel strongly that I want to experience the full-natured embodiment of child birth.  I want to birth a baby without drugs going into his or her little body.  I want to be able to walk right away without nurses hovering at my sides.  I want a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so now, we're figuring out how to do this.  We have decided, and to some  natural birth mothers  this may seem odd, to remain in the care of our OB team.  I really have enjoyed working with these doctors, and they are in full support of letting us go natural.  They have agreed to allow us a low intervention experience at the hospital without the constant monitors and IVs (so long as there is no emergency).  And I do think this practice roots for vaginal birth. And they did a few things that made me happy while in labor with Gabriel-- one of them being a massage of oil for my perineum while I pushed rather than an episiotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what now?  How are we planning to cope with the pain?  Will I be able to get the room with the tub at the hospital so that I can labor while in water?  What about water birth?  Lamaze?  Bradley?  Hire a doula?  Can we do any of this without spending a bagillion dollars?  Is anything natural covered by insurance?  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions all seem awkward, because a lot of the classes and things are meant for first time parents.  And I have already been in labor and been coached and pushed.  My husband and mother were amazing.  My husband was such a calm, loving, and encouraging presence, and my Mom was empowering-- she always let me know that the head was coming closer or that she could see more.  They helped me along so well.  So I know that as my husband undertakes the role of a hands-on labor coach (I'm thinking massages and the like), he will be amazing at it.  We just need the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are... looking for the details.  Any suggestions on our quest for a natural birth, including books, etc., would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-5254516141121006913?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5254516141121006913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-quest-for-natural-birth-with-baby-2.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/5254516141121006913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/5254516141121006913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/our-quest-for-natural-birth-with-baby-2.html" title="Our Quest for a Natural Birth with Baby #2" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUNSHgyeip7ImA9Wx9TEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-2160550992013301883</id><published>2010-11-17T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:04:59.692-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-17T20:04:59.692-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Welcome Page" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="links" /><title>Willkommen Bienvenue Welcome</title><content type="html">Hi there!  If you have hiked your way over to A Mom Writing from &lt;a href="http://amfix.blogs.cnn.com/2010/11/17/ams-green-living-series-recap/"&gt;CNN's Living Green Series Recap page&lt;/a&gt;, I'm glad you did.  I'll use this post as a little way to orient yourself on my blog so that you can find the information you would like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOR517HGjlI/AAAAAAAAArA/IrjHqkJXhFU/s1600/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOR517HGjlI/AAAAAAAAArA/IrjHqkJXhFU/s400/IMG_6254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540687408880062034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you are parents looking to green your home&lt;/span&gt;, feel free to read about my love affair with &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/cloth%20diapering"&gt;cloth diapers&lt;/a&gt;, recipes and experiences making &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/homemade%20baby%20food"&gt;homemade baby food&lt;/a&gt; (and &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/food%20revolution"&gt;food&lt;/a&gt; in general), our different&lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/going%20green"&gt; going green &lt;/a&gt;efforts, and our experience doing Colin Beavan's (of No Impact Man) &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/no%20impact%20week"&gt;No Impact Week&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fellow hikers?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take a look at&lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/come%20hike%20with%20us"&gt; our recent hikes with our baby&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And if you are a nursing Mommy&lt;/span&gt;, I have written plenty in the past year about &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/breastfeeding"&gt;breastfeeding&lt;/a&gt;, including my experience &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/donating%20breast%20milk"&gt;donating breast milk&lt;/a&gt; for preemies and infants in America and abroad-- places such as Haiti and Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So welcome, and I hope you visit again!  Right now a lot of my posts are focusing on our continuing green efforts and our second pregnancy.  And this time, we are planning for a natural birth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-2160550992013301883?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/2160550992013301883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/wilkommen-bienvenue-welcome.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/2160550992013301883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/2160550992013301883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/wilkommen-bienvenue-welcome.html" title="Willkommen Bienvenue Welcome" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOR517HGjlI/AAAAAAAAArA/IrjHqkJXhFU/s72-c/IMG_6254.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMGRns5eyp7ImA9Wx5aGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-6895824025627808939</id><published>2010-11-16T20:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T20:47:07.523-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-16T20:47:07.523-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cnn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going green" /><title>On the news...</title><content type="html">So, we had a visit from CNN American Morning last week, and we were on CNN today about our eco-conscious parenting.  Take a look at our family first hand (my last name is Bernard, by the way-- I didn't change my name, and I am a freelance writer so I like the correct one being out there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2010/11/16/am.carroll.eco.choices.cnn"&gt;Watch it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2010/11/16/am.carroll.eco.choices.cnn"&gt; here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you watch the clip, please know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We said cloth diapering was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EASY,&lt;/span&gt;  Dave went on to say he loves using cloth (it's cheap and green), cloth &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does &lt;/span&gt;have less impact  over disposables (hello, no landfills), AND we talked about lots of other things we do that  are important, most specifically-- eating locally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-6895824025627808939?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6895824025627808939/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-news.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/6895824025627808939?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/6895824025627808939?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-news.html" title="On the news..." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUMRX0zeyp7ImA9Wx5aGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-1946284579564344009</id><published>2010-11-15T20:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:51:24.383-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-15T20:51:24.383-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="come hike with us" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wagon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hiking" /><title>A Walk in the Woods</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOHiY9pc3BI/AAAAAAAAAqw/LLLy9O7avtg/s1600/IMG_6235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOHiY9pc3BI/AAAAAAAAAqw/LLLy9O7avtg/s400/IMG_6235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539957935135579154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Gabe out for a spin in his new wagon (thanks to his Mom-Mom and Grandad) on Sunday, and we explored the trails behind our condo.  It was a beautiful afternoon, and Gabriel loves his wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOHjaBcpqfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uJWn0naT_eo/s1600/IMG_6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOHjaBcpqfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uJWn0naT_eo/s400/IMG_6249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539959052847131122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really was a beautiful day for a walk in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-1946284579564344009?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/1946284579564344009/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/walk-in-woods.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/1946284579564344009?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/1946284579564344009?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/walk-in-woods.html" title="A Walk in the Woods" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TOHiY9pc3BI/AAAAAAAAAqw/LLLy9O7avtg/s72-c/IMG_6235.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEEQHs-eyp7ImA9Wx5aFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-7737578269129120581</id><published>2010-11-12T22:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:56:41.553-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-12T22:56:41.553-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cloth diapers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="morning sickness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going green" /><title>The Personality of Green</title><content type="html">I've been wondering lately... Am I going green because I love the environment or because it's just my personality?  And don't take that the wrong way, because of course I love the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think about the fact that generally I do not wear make up anymore.  I generally don't care we have a tiny, tiny television.  I generally don't buy purses or shoes or things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if my family was not "going green," I think we would do some of the same things.  So does a green Mom get credit for doing green things that just come naturally to her?  I've been wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For awhile cloth diapers were new to us, then they became routine, and then as I dealt with serious morning sickness from September until now, I felt the temptation to use disposables again.  Because every very dirty diaper turned into a gagging session.  And not your average gagging session.  I'll spare you most of the details, but tonight I literally barfed while cleaning Gabe's diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I decided that at that moment, nothing about my personality wanted to be green.  But I did it-- because I love the earth and because I love my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is it love that drives my actions?  I'll shrug again because I'm just not sure.  But the cloth diapers will get washed, and I'll be willing to gag yet again.  Oh, and let's hope my morning sickness ends asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-7737578269129120581?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/7737578269129120581/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/personality-of-green.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/7737578269129120581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/7737578269129120581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/personality-of-green.html" title="The Personality of Green" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MFRn48eSp7ImA9Wx5aE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-5773370635867374752</id><published>2010-11-09T16:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:50:17.071-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T16:50:17.071-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no impact winter retreat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="no impact week" /><title>No Impact Man Free Winter Retreat</title><content type="html">I wanted to share this super cool information with you all in case any of you would be interested...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have blogged plenty about &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/no%20impact%20week"&gt;No Impact Man and No Impact Wee&lt;/a&gt;k in the past (including the actual week my family participated in No Impact Week in late August), and I have more fun stuff to share about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The No Impact Project is hosting a free winter retreat in New York state in January 2011.  Applications are due on November 15, 2010, and applicants should received word by November 23, 2010 as to whether they were accepted for the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you all know I just applied.  I am a hopeful, pregnant green Momma!  I can just imagine the wealth of information I would receive and the potential connections I could make with other like-minded eco-friendly individuals.  Do you feel passionately about energizing your community and rockin' the green where you live?  If so, you should apply, too.  Just head on over to the &lt;a href="http://noimpactproject.org/experiment/no-impact-projects-eco-leader-training/"&gt;No Impact Project website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-5773370635867374752?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5773370635867374752/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-impact-man-free-winter-retreat.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/5773370635867374752?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/5773370635867374752?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-impact-man-free-winter-retreat.html" title="No Impact Man Free Winter Retreat" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkECQ308cCp7ImA9Wx5aEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-3064158729125143408</id><published>2010-11-07T20:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:44:22.378-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-07T20:44:22.378-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going green" /><title>Gabriel's Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Party</title><content type="html">As of October 26th, we have a one-year-old in our home.  And yesterday, we got to celebrate with family.  We threw a Very Hungry Caterpillar Party, and it was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdS1Anc3xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MYTgNGdC2Hg/s1600/IMG_6211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdS1Anc3xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MYTgNGdC2Hg/s400/IMG_6211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536985337527328530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was pumpkin with whipped cream icing.  I covered the head (Gabe's "smash cake") with natural fruit roll-ups so we could peel them off as he destroyed it.  I was dreading bright red icing being all over his everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made sugar cookies designed like the food the caterpillar ate through in the book.  Hence, the sugar cookies all have holes in them!  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdS9qdGDRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/xoN8r_mC3Pk/s1600/IMG_6193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdS9qdGDRI/AAAAAAAAAqg/xoN8r_mC3Pk/s400/IMG_6193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536985486197132562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe didn't have any problems eating pumpkin cake... (it seemed like a more natural option, along side some fruit salad instead of the typical ice cream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdUt2kntTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/nDH3hihOWYo/s1600/IMG_6223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdUt2kntTI/AAAAAAAAAqo/nDH3hihOWYo/s400/IMG_6223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536987413595272498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-3064158729125143408?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3064158729125143408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/gabriels-very-hungry-caterpillar.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3064158729125143408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3064158729125143408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/gabriels-very-hungry-caterpillar.html" title="Gabriel's Very Hungry Caterpillar Birthday Party" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNdS1Anc3xI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MYTgNGdC2Hg/s72-c/IMG_6211.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQ3c6eip7ImA9Wx5bF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-4582690471442125012</id><published>2010-11-02T21:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:11:22.912-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-02T21:11:22.912-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkey" /><title>Turkey Lurkey.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNC2VGKyY0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JhEPGlX_8CA/s1600/IMG_6137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNC2VGKyY0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JhEPGlX_8CA/s400/IMG_6137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535124415587705666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or rather, make that Turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parading behind our condo almost every weekend morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an encounter a few weeks back when the gobbling was exceptionally loud.  My husband pulled up our blinds, and sitting there on the pile of mulch which rises to the bottom of our bedroom window, was a huge turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that fat turkey saw my husband, he pecked the window and ruffled its feathers.  Annnnnd then my husband did some sort of battle cry so that the turkey sort of scuttled/flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw a turkey in South Jersey until the year 2009.  I was born in New Jersey in 1985.  Hmmm.... maybe I should have one of these true free range birds for Thanksgiving.  (I'm kidding.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-4582690471442125012?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4582690471442125012/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey-lurkey.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4582690471442125012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4582690471442125012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey-lurkey.html" title="Turkey Lurkey." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TNC2VGKyY0I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/JhEPGlX_8CA/s72-c/IMG_6137.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8MRXs_eCp7ImA9Wx5bF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-3545121522377218711</id><published>2010-11-02T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:41:24.540-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-02T10:41:24.540-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hand me downs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="consignment" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="going green" /><title>The Power of Hand-Me-Downs</title><content type="html">As a kid, I sort of just rolled my eyes when my family got a a batch of hand-me-downs from family or friends.  I would peer over my Mom's shoulder as she carefully removed each article of clothing from the bag spying the random wardrobe treasure and faux pas within the batch.  I had no issue wearing hand-me-downs... as long as they were cool.  And mostly they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Mom, my eyes grow wide when I am lucky enough to be given hand-me-downs.  And luckily, Gabriel has really gotten a ton of hand-me-down clothes.  I have a cousin (I guess it's relevant to mention here that I am the oldest child of my Dad, who is the oldest of his four siblings, so this age difference sort of makes sense) who is just 6 months older than Gabe, and because he is the youngest of his siblings, we have been given tons of little boy clothes.  We've also gotten a bag here and there from other generous people, and it has really kept our clothes purchasing to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently, Gabe has caught up with my cousin so the hand-me-downs are trickling down less frequently.  But I have discovered a whole new fun place to find hand-me-downs for the little ones---- children's consignment shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are a gold mine, and honestly, more for little girls than for boys, but seriously, there are just piles and piles of beautiful, gently-used, nicely-priced clothing in these places.  I bought Gabriel tweed pants complete with a sweater vest and button up shirt (with a decent tag) for $18.  Bought new, this outfit would have been over $40 at this store.  And now Gabe has something to wear to my Grandparents' 50th Wedding Renewal for a price I can handle, and a carbon footprint that makes me smile, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's the thing I am getting at here-- Hand-me-downs are not just good for your wallet.  They are good for the earth.  Instead of heading out and purchasing ((I consider every purchase I make a vote for a product)) new, you can reuse something already made.  In the long run, you can think of yourself sending a message to companies that you just do not need the new stuff... and if lots and lots of people start using more hand-me-downs and consignment clothing, demand will decrease.  And that's less impact on the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds good to me!  &lt;a href="http://consignmentshops.com/"&gt;Here's a web directory of consignment shops&lt;/a&gt; to get you started.  Word of mouth is your best bet when finding a real gem of a store, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-3545121522377218711?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3545121522377218711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-hand-me-downs.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3545121522377218711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3545121522377218711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/11/power-of-hand-me-downs.html" title="The Power of Hand-Me-Downs" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcHRH08fip7ImA9Wx5bFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-3360585948914315238</id><published>2010-10-31T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:57:15.376-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-31T20:57:15.376-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="costume" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="etsy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Halloween" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="firsts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pics" /><title>Happy Halloween!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4OhBNvYnI/AAAAAAAAApw/MG6aY9KXJ8s/s1600/IMG_6153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4OhBNvYnI/AAAAAAAAApw/MG6aY9KXJ8s/s400/IMG_6153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534376952509457010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel the Garden Gnome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;October 31, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4P8wjRNmI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-wyj0v4OVRM/s1600/IMG_6178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4P8wjRNmI/AAAAAAAAAqI/-wyj0v4OVRM/s400/IMG_6178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534378528584316514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4PX9Y8ERI/AAAAAAAAAp4/dBC4XvP-Utg/s1600/IMG_6169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4PX9Y8ERI/AAAAAAAAAp4/dBC4XvP-Utg/s400/IMG_6169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534377896375488786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-3360585948914315238?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3360585948914315238/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3360585948914315238?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3360585948914315238?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html" title="Happy Halloween!" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TM4OhBNvYnI/AAAAAAAAApw/MG6aY9KXJ8s/s72-c/IMG_6153.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MR3o4cSp7ImA9Wx5bFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-4418730184360965922</id><published>2010-10-30T22:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:59:46.439-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-30T22:59:46.439-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><title>What It Is.</title><content type="html">Holy guacamole, it has been an insane ride since the end of September, and I am finally getting a chance to open up about it to you all.  Let's be honest, I am finally just up to writing at all-- I have been fighting a level of tired I have never known --it's  less than, but different from (in a very hard way) the exhaustion of the early days of parenthood and breastfeeding-- and it has made it hard to keep my eyes open at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning that this is what being pregnant with a baby-turning-toddler is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fast road... really.  Time has literally flown since we got our BFP.  When I was pregnant with Gabriel, time crawled.  I was not working full-time so I literally almost slept through my first trimester (apparently pregnancy makes me extremely tired), but the weeks went by so slowly for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess it makes sense-- I was pregnant for the first time.  Every little part of the experience, every office visit, every test, every page of the books, every entry on the online pregnancy boards... they were new to me.  I was restless to show, restless to feel the baby move, restless to meet our little baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this time?  I'm chasing Gabriel around the house, rushing to work, making sure Gabe eats a healthy meal even if I don't cook dinner (let's be clear here- my morning sickness is wicked), and trying to keep our home in order.  My husband has been amazing at helping more than ever, and he has been changing Gabe's poopie diapers whenever he can (I am gagging so badly from them, I don't even believe it.  I never even blinked an eye when swishing a prefold caked in peanut butter poop until now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this pregnancy, I would be happy for time to pass slowly, savoring my time carrying Gabriel and relishing the straight eight hours of sleep I can get every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But time is flying.  And I am hoping I don't wake up tomorrow morning to find it's already May...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-4418730184360965922?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4418730184360965922/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-it-is.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4418730184360965922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4418730184360965922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-it-is.html" title="What It Is." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UDRXcyeip7ImA9Wx5UF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-3413446653965788314</id><published>2010-10-21T20:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T21:01:14.992-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-21T21:01:14.992-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><title>Letting the cat out of the bag...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TMDhhdiFT2I/AAAAAAAAApo/iTjcq2HO7sg/s1600/IMG_6000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TMDhhdiFT2I/AAAAAAAAApo/iTjcq2HO7sg/s400/IMG_6000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530668307390484322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're on the road to two under two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have told my employer, I can finally let the blogging on our pregnancy begin...!&lt;br /&gt;As in, I have been dealing with weaning due to low supply, morning sickness, exhaustion with a newly walking little one, and gagging worse than I ever knew I could while cleaning dirty cloth diapers.  Oh, and with a due date of May 27, 2011 and a plan to have a natural birth, we're nine weeks along right now.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ole'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-3413446653965788314?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/3413446653965788314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-cat-out-of-bag.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3413446653965788314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/3413446653965788314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/letting-cat-out-of-bag.html" title="Letting the cat out of the bag..." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TMDhhdiFT2I/AAAAAAAAApo/iTjcq2HO7sg/s72-c/IMG_6000.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMDSHozeip7ImA9Wx5UFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-6898243973950218840</id><published>2010-10-18T21:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:14:39.482-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-18T22:14:39.482-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milk" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milk debate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="breastfeeding" /><title>Milk Mustache.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLz-u2Vxq_I/AAAAAAAAApg/4nziA2xoVTc/s1600/IMG_6080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLz-u2Vxq_I/AAAAAAAAApg/4nziA2xoVTc/s400/IMG_6080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529574523318414322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe a real post very soon-- I promise I will explain my silence asap-- but for now, just know our little monster is starting to toddle around, and he has started to drink organic cow's milk in combo with formula (my supply is pretty much gone, and he is only really nursing when he first wakes up now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we have decided Gabe can have cow's milk-- only organic whole milk-- but many people are anti-milk or anti-pasteurized milk.  How do you feel about milk and why?  I'm very curious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-6898243973950218840?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/6898243973950218840/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/milk-mustache.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/6898243973950218840?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/6898243973950218840?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/milk-mustache.html" title="Milk Mustache." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLz-u2Vxq_I/AAAAAAAAApg/4nziA2xoVTc/s72-c/IMG_6080.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMR30_eip7ImA9Wx5UEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-4867308736855598882</id><published>2010-10-13T20:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:33:06.342-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-13T20:33:06.342-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Musical Babies.</title><content type="html">My husband and I met in college, on the dorm floor.  As in, we were neighbors... on the music floor.  Yes, Temple University has an entire floor devoted to its music and dance students.  This is an overdramatic mess.  But it's sort of fun, too... if you don't mind someone playing trumpet in the common room at 1 a.m. every few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, my husband has both a performance and education degree in music, and I have a minor (I switched to journalism after 1.5 years of voice.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Opera star?  Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;).  My point in this is really that with two musical parents, Gabriel is destined to be surrounded with... surround sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he loves music.  He dances on demand (Literally, we say, "Dance," and off he goes).  He loves every little piece we have played for him, from classical to jazz to folk to plain old radio.  It's wonderful, and we look forward to fostering his love of music wherever it takes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little thing my husband discovered that is a real hit?  The video below.  There are quite a few of these videos on youtube-- classical pieces dissected by meticulous music theory students and illustrated with pain-staking detail.  But the videos are musical in presentation, AND they keeps baby quite engaged.  Something that our television does not do (oh how proud I am that my baby is not interested in television)!  I love that it tantalizes Gabe's ears and eyes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, check it out~ it's fun for adults, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6s49OKp6aE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6s49OKp6aE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-4867308736855598882?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4867308736855598882/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/musical-babies.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4867308736855598882?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4867308736855598882?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/musical-babies.html" title="Musical Babies." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFQHc5fip7ImA9Wx9TEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-4329864533031745730</id><published>2010-10-11T23:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T20:03:31.926-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-17T20:03:31.926-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="milestones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="frogs" /><title>I'm so tired.</title><content type="html">No, really.  I am.  Gabriel is about to start walking-- he went four full balanced steps after dinner tonight-- and all I want to do is nap.  Somehow I think this mix is not a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is good?&lt;br /&gt;The nursery artwork pictured below.  I made it for some friends who are decorating a frog nursery.  Their shower was this past Saturday, and it was wonderful.  I was quite excited to give them a bumgenius 4.0 as part of their gift.  Wow, I'm a regular cloth-diapering nerd, ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLPXe1KZSvI/AAAAAAAAApY/irDbXL1yOa4/s1600/IMG_6012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLPXe1KZSvI/AAAAAAAAApY/irDbXL1yOa4/s400/IMG_6012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526998092380457714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLPXWDy__EI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ek6wNQ3q39k/s1600/IMG_6010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLPXWDy__EI/AAAAAAAAApQ/ek6wNQ3q39k/s400/IMG_6010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526997941690039362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ribbit. ribbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-4329864533031745730?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4329864533031745730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-so-tired.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4329864533031745730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4329864533031745730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-so-tired.html" title="I'm so tired." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TLPXe1KZSvI/AAAAAAAAApY/irDbXL1yOa4/s72-c/IMG_6012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CSHY5eip7ImA9Wx5VFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-843142584899580644</id><published>2010-10-08T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T22:21:09.822-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-08T22:21:09.822-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommyhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mom wars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="drinking while pregnant" /><title>Mom Wars</title><content type="html">The more you read around the internet and peruse chat forums, the more you find a scary thing that I'd like to call Mom Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it might sound fun, but it doesn't come with an amazing soundtrack or Darth Vader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It DOES come with some topics of heated debate.  People get really mad at Moms who do not think and act as they do... and I definitely understand some of the heat.  I am an opinionated person, but a lot of these topics have to do with parenting choices.  And ya know, the fact that we have choices in raising our children is a good thing-- I think.  I often may not agree with someone's parenting style, but is it my place to correct him or her?  And of course, if a child is clearly in danger, yes I should say something, but if not, is it really my place?  This is what I have been wondering tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you were wondering, here are some of the lovely topics which get Mommies particularly mad (and yes I exaggerate slightly):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Rear Facing v. Front Facing Car Seats for Babies Under 2&lt;br /&gt;-Breast is best v. Bottle is better&lt;br /&gt;-Vaccine v. Alternative Vaccine Schedule&lt;br /&gt;-14 wk. NT scan v. No 14 wk. NT Scan&lt;br /&gt;-Nursing while Pregnant v. Not Nursing While Pregnant&lt;br /&gt;-High Fructose Corn Syrup is awesome v. High Fructose Corn Syrup is evil&lt;br /&gt;-Baby Wearing is the best thing ever for you and baby v. Baby Wearing will kill everyone&lt;br /&gt;-Back v. Belly Sleeping Under Age 1&lt;br /&gt;-Spanking v. No Spanking&lt;br /&gt;-Organic v. Conventional/Processed Food for Kids&lt;br /&gt;-Stay At Home Moms have it the worst! v. No way! Working Moms have it the worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;annnnnd &lt;/span&gt;a current reheated debate due to a new study released the other day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfmoms/detail?entry_id=74126"&gt;Drinking (in moderation) while pregnant will make your kid a genius! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;v. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/sfmoms/detail?entry_id=74126"&gt;You should be arrested if you drink while pregnant!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do I think? (As if it matters!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never tell!  But I didn't have a sip while I was pregnant with Gabe. &lt;br /&gt;Never will I ever?  I just don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I think all Moms need to just get along.  Being a Mommy is hard enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-843142584899580644?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/843142584899580644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/mom-wars.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/843142584899580644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/843142584899580644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/mom-wars.html" title="Mom Wars" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAEQn06fSp7ImA9Wx5VFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-5966438541108686521</id><published>2010-10-06T22:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T22:31:43.315-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-06T22:31:43.315-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="produce" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green college" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="temple university" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm market" /><title>TU offering fresh produce to students.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TK0wwRCqdEI/AAAAAAAAApA/fIMmT-soe40/s1600/IMG_5241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TK0wwRCqdEI/AAAAAAAAApA/fIMmT-soe40/s400/IMG_5241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525125923619894338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a tidbit for you-- I'm a Temple University graduate, and I love Philadelphia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something green and exciting I discovered today?&lt;br /&gt;Temple University offers a farm market for students on the blocks of its campus in Northern Philadelphia.  And North Philly is not a farm fresh-friendly place so this news made me very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cool is it to see an urban university partner with the Food Trust in promoting local farmers and providing students with healthy produce options?!  Read an article on the farm market &lt;a href="http://www.temple.edu/newsroom/2008_2009/05/stories/farmers_market.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear about other colleges making green strides for student life.  Please tell me if you know something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-5966438541108686521?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/5966438541108686521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/tu-offering-fresh-produce-to-students.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/5966438541108686521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/5966438541108686521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/tu-offering-fresh-produce-to-students.html" title="TU offering fresh produce to students." /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TK0wwRCqdEI/AAAAAAAAApA/fIMmT-soe40/s72-c/IMG_5241.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUABRXo7fCp7ImA9Wx5VEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659316646473577581.post-4518153727877071333</id><published>2010-10-04T21:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T21:55:54.404-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-04T21:55:54.404-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homemade baby food" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="farm market" /><title>Cinnamon Apple Squash Oatmeal</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TKqEq4y6d_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/2aVyeBMxDOY/s1600/fooddemo.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TKqEq4y6d_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/2aVyeBMxDOY/s400/fooddemo.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524373765258639346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please excuse the phone-fuzzy photo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for joining me at the Collingswood Farmers Market last Saturday!  It was great meeting so many local parents interested in homemade baby food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, here is the recipe for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cinnamon Apple Squash Oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite baby oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;(portion based on your baby's needs, mixed with water, Mom's milk or formula to desired consistency)&lt;br /&gt;1 Serving Baby Food Apples&lt;br /&gt;1 Serving Baby Food Butternut Squash&lt;br /&gt;1 tiny dash cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make the Butternut Squash...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cut squash in half length-wise.  Scoop seeds out of squash.&lt;br /&gt;2. Place squash halves in pan face down.  Cover in 1-inch water bath.  Cover.  Cook at 400 degrees for approximately one hour or until skin is clearly puckering.  The squash needs to be very mushy to respond well to the blender or food processor.&lt;br /&gt;3. Puree to your baby's needs.  Use the blender for thinner purees.  Choose the food processor for a chunkier blend, perfect for an older baby.&lt;br /&gt;4. Either mix directly with the apple puree to store as a squash/apple mix or pour individual servings into ice cube tray to use in your choice of mixes.  (Storing individually will allow you to change the amount of squash or apples in any dish at any time.  Use baby's favorites to introduce new flavors in a subtle way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make the Apples...&lt;/span&gt; visit &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/04/homemade-babyfood-play-by-play.html"&gt;my previous entry on baby apple purees&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To make the Cinnamon Apple Squash Oatmeal,&lt;/span&gt;  mix the prepared baby oatmeal, pre-mixed squash/apple puree or individual servings of squash and apple.  Add dash of cinnamon, mix, and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on homemade baby food, check out &lt;a href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/search/label/homemade%20baby%20food"&gt;my other posts on the subject&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7659316646473577581-4518153727877071333?l=amomwriting.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/feeds/4518153727877071333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/cinnamon-apple-squash-oatmeal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4518153727877071333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7659316646473577581/posts/default/4518153727877071333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://amomwriting.blogspot.com/2010/10/cinnamon-apple-squash-oatmeal.html" title="Cinnamon Apple Squash Oatmeal" /><author><name>A Mom Writing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06108120117133315160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/S9ZSa9kN43I/AAAAAAAAAR4/kLt41ahRXk0/S220/IMG_3852.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XUywMwqB_g/TKqEq4y6d_I/AAAAAAAAAo4/2aVyeBMxDOY/s72-c/fooddemo.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

