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Even the littlest volunteers helped make cards to go in the packages.

Those who did not have small children then went out and distributed the packages to the people living in the surrounding woods, abandoned and condemned buildings, and shelters and temporary and emergency housing.

Watch this amazing video of their efforts Feeding the Homeless in 2008--I guarantee you will be moved!

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Then she decided to beat-up on her baby brother.  Walked up right behind the kid and shoved him down. Hard. Completely unprovoked.

So, I put the horse away.  (Really, I've just run out of ideas here, people.)

She asked me where he had gone and I told her I put it away, she'd get it back when she plays nicely, etc.

But she persisted with the continuous stream of questions:

Where is the horse? How long does she have to be good to get it back? Will I donate it? If the other little girl pushes her little brother, will she donate it back?

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A few weeks ago, I saw tweets flying back and forth about winning a vacation from Voyage.TV.  Normally, I would have just assumed it was either "too good to be true" or that my chances of winning were infinitesimally small.  But then I saw that Liz @Mom101 (and Cool Mom Picks editor) had actually won (and gone on) a trip to Barcelona. Wow.

My husband and I used to travel all the time (Rome, Florence, Venice, Sicily, Angkor Wat, Bangkok, the Greek Islands, Prague, Budapest, Romania, Belize, Mexico, Peru, Edinburgh, the Orkneys) but since we've had kids we haven't had the opportunity--the time, energy, or money.

On a lark, I sent out a few tweets and then the one that won:



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I try to imagine it from his perspective--he spends an hour trying to get mommy to sleep: reading books with me, cuddling, nursing, singing.  And then finally, just when he thinks he has me down for the night, he wakes to discover I am not there.  Sneaky mommy.  Just what does it take to get mommy to get her much needed sleep?

And then there is my darling daughter.  Lately she has taken to asking me how much I love her.  Being a bit of a sap, I told her:

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On my actual birthday, my husband found a crafts festival. Yes, I am truly a sucker for a good craft festival.  And he bought me this fun, red, enamel, flower cuff bracelet.  A little more bold and dramatic than my usual but I think it is fun.

Then, my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law showed up to play with the kids.  Since Junior actually did not scream his lungs out as soon as I moved two inches away, Captain Commander Dad and I ducked...&lt;br/&gt;
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They denied a newborn health coverage because the baby is "overweight"? And this baby is breastfed and was a good size at birth, so its weight is completely normal.  In fact, a chubby, breastfed baby is likely to grow into a thin, healthy toddler.

This is just absurd.  What a stupid company.&lt;br/&gt;
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We hear a lot about how important breastmilk is for babies--but here is a baby for whom mother's milk is literally a life and death issue.

Jaeli has a rare genetic condition and will not tolerate formula.  Her mom is breastfeeding and pumping but it is not enough.  What baby Jaeli needs is time and calories and that is what breastmilk will give her.

But her mom's state Medicaid will not cover this need and banked breastmilk, especially the high-calorie milk Jaeli needs, is costly.

But we won't let a baby suffer and starve.  Oh, no we won't.

Ange England took up the cause and issued a challenge to the netizens of the social media world:  Will you feed this baby?  Moms, dads, grandparents, aunts and...&lt;br/&gt;
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But here we are.

My daughter really loves structured lessons based on themes.  And so, with mixed feelings about the very concept of preschool, I decided to enroll her two days a week for two and a half hours each session.

After the first day of preschool, I noticed they were writing her name on her paper.  She knows how to write her name.  So I told her next time she could say if she wished, "Thank you for helping me but I would like to write my own name."  And the next session, she came back with her own scrawl on the paper.  Good job,...&lt;br/&gt;
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So, the other day, my preschooler says, "Daddy will be home at dinner?"

"No, sweetie, not today."

"Daddy will come home tomorrow for dinner?"

"No, honey, another few days."

"But...but...Daddy's going to get hungry!"&lt;br/&gt;
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The WHO International Code of Marketing of Breastmilk Substitutes has established a set of rules restricting marketing of formula and feeding bottles and teats.

(Keep in mind that the WHO Code is just a code from a non-governmental organization and only becomes law if adopted as such by individual nations.)

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SIGG went from darling of the blogosphere to pariah by following this simple plan:
Take advantage of a health concern by positioning your product as the solution.Put out confusing statements that you cannot disclose what's in your bottle lining but that  your bottles "do not leach BPA" and are "non-toxic". **wink, wink, nudge, nudge**Strong arm anyone who says there is BPA in the bottle liningQuietly develop a lining that is actually BPA-free without mentioning that the old one has BPA.Issue a legally and linguistically convoluted piece of double-speak claiming you are admitting the old liners had BPA because "the...&lt;br/&gt;
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If you are a military wife, as soon as your soldier is deployed, in the field, or on drill, everything falls apart.

This time, it was wasps.

Thousands of wasps.

In my walls.

Last night, I started to notice a few in the den.  So, I taped up an open outlet behind the couch.  This morning, when I woke up, there were hundreds of them, swarming in my dining room.

And here I thought that frantic buzzing sound last week was our whole house fan. Turns out, no. It was a giant wasp colony.

And finding an exterminator who will come over on a Sunday? Not so easy.  I totally and shamelessly plead two young kids plus a husband on Guard duty and finally found someone to take the case.

There is something both hilarious and terrifying...&lt;br/&gt;
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Sadly, I missed BlogHer this year.  Originally I was hoping to make it a family vacation so that my husband could play with the kids while I enjoyed the conference and then we could spend a couple of days seeing the sites.  Unfortunately, the national guard had other plans and my husband is on drill.

But Debbie, my co-editor at Mamanista, attended (and tweeted some fantastic updates).  I was already sad about the missed opportunities to meet some fabulous people I've chatted with over the last couple of years and then watched with envy as the invitations to exciting parties poured into our shared inbox.

In particular, I was jealous about the opportunity to meet Carson Kressley at the Nikon Party.  Carson, I...&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926872449240781705.post-2992966020310495130</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jul 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T23:34:55.670-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Humor</category><title>Mom Review Blog</title><link>http://mamasaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/mom-review-blog.html</link><author>mamaluxe@gmail.com (Candace April)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>I thought of starting a Mom Review Blog.

Confused?  I don't mean a blog where I review products for families (yes I already have one of those).  No, I mean a blog in the voice of a child reviewing mom.

But I already have enough blogs and it is kinda a one-note extended joke.  So, instead, I bring you my first, and probably only entry.

Review of Mama by Junior

I've been thoroughly testing out my Mama for the past ten months, more if you consider the "in womb" experience.  This particular model of mom is also known in certain markets as "Candace".

I'm pleased to date with functionality although wear and tear has been an issue and I wish an extended warranty was available.  I like when manufacturers stand by their products with...&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5926872449240781705.post-8653009314461767556</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 00:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-16T20:36:02.348-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Babies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Education</category><title>Your Baby Can't Read</title><link>http://mamasaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-baby-cant-read.html</link><author>mamaluxe@gmail.com (Candace April)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>Okay, perhaps YOUR baby can. It is possible.  Stranger things have happened.  But most likely your baby cannot read.  Anyone telling you that your baby can is selling snake oil.  Expensive snake oil.

What your baby can begin to do is recognize that certain signs or symbols represent certain objects.  And that is pretty neat.  But you do not need to spend hours training your baby to do this or buy expensive systems to accomplish this.

Once your child is a little older, he will begin to recognize that those black squiggly lines are letters.  And letters make up words and words stand for certain things or ideas.  But memorization of sight words, while important, is not "reading."

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Whether or not this is the case, paying and accepting money for reviews on a blog are seen as damagingly prejudicial or, worse yet, a potential legal liability.

And yet, many talented bloggers spend hours establishing, building, and maintaining their blogs.  They have integrity and care about the blogging community and their focus topics--but they also aren't just giving away their hard work for free.

We offer clearly marked, paid advertisements, but companies want the editorial reviews.  And if they can get the editorial milk for free, why pay for the banner ad cow?

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At night his daddy came.
A soft cloud
arisen by the mist.Now, leaving aside the improper use of arisen I think that is pretty darn good for a 2.5 year old.

Especially since we haven't been consciously teaching her poetry.  She's been making up a lot of silly songs but as far as I know this is her first self-designated "poem."  Captain Dad has been explaining rhyming words and she can fill in the end of rhyming couplets...but this poem doesn't rhyme.

Actually, take a syllable off the first and last line and it is a haiku. Maybe it is Wabi Sabi influenced?

Now I just have to teach her to write sonnets.&lt;br/&gt;
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First, a fitting disclaimer: although I did discuss this with my husband, who is a lawyer, these are simply my own opinions and ideas and do not in any way constitute legal advice.

According to the article:

A regulatory review process is underway to determine whether reviews by bloggers like Padilla may be in violation of good business practices, said Richard Cleland, a spokesman for the Federal Trade Commission.

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As a mama who has had one breastfeeding champ who instantly stepped up to the bar for her first drink of milk and another who took his time learning to latch, here are my tips about "How to Breastfeed."

1. Nothing Beats a Live Demonstration

Breastfeeding, like much of parenting, is one of those skills you mostly pick up on the job.  It never hurts to prepare a little, though, and get comfortable with the idea.

Most hospitals offer classes where you can pepper the lactation consultant with whatever questions pop into your head.

And, of course, KellyMom is a treasure trove of information for first timers and old pros, alike.

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Me: Isn't there a word you should use? It begins with "P?" Puh-puh-puh...

Diva: PIG!

Me: Yes, um...pig begins with P, but another word, when you want to be polite.

Diva: Pleeeaaase!

* her sippy cup, my daughter is brand-conscious
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Diva: (arranging the baby monitors) Wanna bring this one downstairs with "monitor family!"

Me: Sweetie, the monitors are so I can hear you and brother if you need me.

Diva: No.  Need bruddah monitor for family.  Mommy monitor, Daddy monitor, Sister monitor...this Brother monitor!

My Mom: Sweetheart, the monitor needs to work. You know how your Daddy goes to work? Well this monitor works.  It goes to work upstairs.

Diva: No! This BAAAYBEE monitor. No need to work.&lt;br/&gt;
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So, I borrowed a bunch of preschool curriculum books from the library and I'm trying to actually plan things in a semi-thematic and/or seasonal way.

Today is March 1, so we printed a blank March calendar and some Lion and Lamb clipart from The Big Book of Monthly Ideas : Preschool-Kindergarten : The Best of the Mailbox Monthly Idea Books. (This whole activity is modified from that book.)

I shared the saying, "March comes in like a lion and goes out like a...&lt;br/&gt;
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"...and then bring them home?" she asked.

No, sweetie, we leave mail at the post office and then the postman brings it to the right person's house.

Fast forward several days to Valentine's Day.  I tell her it is Valentine's Day, a day to celebrate love, etc.  We talk about Daddy being her Valentine and I asked if her little brother would also be her Valentine.

In a comically confused and concerned voice, she whispered:

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http://yourfirstname.isabsolutelyremarkable.com/

And bask in your own fabulosity.

Enjoy.&lt;br/&gt;
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