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Even for the mother who loves to cook, the daily dinner preparation can be a grind. That's probably why&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.someecards.com/usercards/nsviewcard/MjAxMi0wNTBkZTRkYTM3OWQ4NWYy"&gt;this funny e-card&lt;/a&gt; has been bouncing around facebook. Should you find yourself similarly distraught in the near future, perhaps consulting &lt;a href="http://www.thenibble.com/fun/more/facts/holidays-february.asp"&gt;this list of lesser known food holidays&lt;/a&gt; might provide some mealtime inspiration. Sadly, crab-stuffed flounder day has passed, but there's still time to celebrate National Clam Chowder Day and National Pistachio Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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To the modern mother of multiple children, school day
breakfast can be one of the more chaotic times of day. Someone wants pancakes
and someone else wants cereal.&amp;nbsp; All
the clean bowls are in the dishwasher which needs to be unloaded and in the mean
time, there’s an English muffin burning in the toaster. Then, someone spills a glass
of milk and, well, you know the story.&lt;/div&gt;
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How did this happen? How did the modern mother become a short-order cook? And
more importantly, why can't the children just make their own breakfast? Even
better, &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/02/february-give-away-parenting-like.html"&gt;why can't we all just be more like the French&lt;/a&gt; and have pain au Chocolat? &lt;/div&gt;
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Well, this modern mother just stumbled across what must
surely be the most painfully obvious solution to short order cook syndrome: the
breakfast schedule. Each child nominates a food and it goes on the weekly
schedule. Monday, it's pancakes all around. Tuesday, it's cereal day. Wednesday
is for English muffins, and so on.&amp;nbsp;
The next step of course would be to have the children prepare the food independently
while the modern mother sips her tea and reads the headlines. Right. Maybe they could master that after a trip to Paris.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-8457760493783846302?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/8457760493783846302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/02/short-order-cook-syndrome.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/8457760493783846302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/8457760493783846302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/_Azl70JnDKA/short-order-cook-syndrome.html" title="Short Order Cook Syndrome" /><author><name>EHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795389357517479909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfEdkUroQmk/TdhLizTlyTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L_m6zSqT_M4/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qwIohPeoe0c/TznNcwNvSvI/AAAAAAAAAXo/3M1E9Jj-ROQ/s72-c/IMG_3128.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/02/short-order-cook-syndrome.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEHQH07eyp7ImA9WhRaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-5910035094794417063</id><published>2012-02-13T06:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T06:47:11.303-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T06:47:11.303-05:00</app:edited><title>February Winner</title><content type="html">Congratulations to Kathleen Cervone for signing up to follow us on Google.&amp;nbsp; We will ship you a copy of &lt;u&gt;Bringing Up Bebe&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Please email us at &lt;a href="mailto:info@mannersformothers.com"&gt;info@mannersformothers.com&lt;/a&gt; with your shipping address.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for reading.&amp;nbsp; Happy Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-5910035094794417063?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/5910035094794417063/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/02/february-winner.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5910035094794417063?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5910035094794417063?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/CceX0vyhDOI/february-winner.html" title="February Winner" /><author><name>EBB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985081141514919475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M8GOzv8cHps/TUdqw5yMf0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/48ZY2He2p2U/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/02/february-winner.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0INRHw6fyp7ImA9WhRbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-8152419056638840224</id><published>2012-02-10T06:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T06:59:55.217-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T06:59:55.217-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bringing Up Bebe" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lonny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="70s" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="france" /><title>Friday Frivolity</title><content type="html">What could make your abode more mannerly than the upcoming &lt;a href="http://www.kellygreeninteriors.com/2012/02/hold-on-to-your-hats.html"&gt;Special Edition of Domino Magazine&lt;/a&gt; our friends over at Kelly Green Interiors mentioned the other day?&amp;nbsp; It is due on news stands April 17th.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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To the extent that looking better means feeling better the girls over at What2WearWhen are busy &lt;a href="http://what2wearwhen.blogspot.com/2012/02/demystifying-personal-shopping-part-1.html?utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+What2WearWhen+%28What+2+Wear+When...%29"&gt;Demystifying Personal Shopping&lt;/a&gt; for us all.&amp;nbsp; Meanwhile Allison at Daily Outfit gets right to the heart of the matter with her piece &lt;a href="http://dailyoutfit-dressin5.blogspot.com/2012/02/visual-aids.html"&gt;What Does Your Lingereie Say For You&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;
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What is it about &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/downtonabbey/"&gt;Downton Abby&lt;/a&gt;, the wildly successful BBC Miniseries currently in its second season on Masterpiece Classic?&amp;nbsp; Laurel Ann of the blog Austen Prose describes the show's allure in &lt;a href="http://austenprose.com/2011/01/17/downton-abbey-episode-two-on-masterpiece-classic-pbs-%E2%80%93-a-recap-review/"&gt;this wonderful piece&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This modern mother knows she just can't get enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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At its core the series is about the house and what this generation of Cawleys will do to preserve it.&amp;nbsp; And honestly, given the beauty of the place, can one blame them?&amp;nbsp; Set in Edwardian England prior to and during WWI the story has it all.&amp;nbsp; Upstairs, downstairs, intrigue, romance, soldiers, communists, dreamers, heiresses, nurses and, possibly best of all, Maggie Smith as the determined Dowager Countess of Grantham.&lt;/div&gt;
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Acknowledging the show's win for best Miniseries at the Golden Globes and the 4.2 million US viewers (more than Mad Men!) who tuned in live for the PBS premier of Season II in January - what's going on here?&amp;nbsp; Ben East takes a stab at explaining this phenomenon &lt;a href="http://www.thenational.ae/arts-culture/television/downton-abbey-success-shows-global-nostalgia-for-uk-period-drama#page1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He is right of course, it is a wonderful story, with a ending yet unknown.&amp;nbsp; Julian Fellowes, the creator of the show as well as the fab movie &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gosford-Park-Maggie-Smith/dp/B00005JKNF"&gt;Gosford Park&lt;/a&gt; is at the height of his art form.&amp;nbsp; But why now?&amp;nbsp; And why in America?&amp;nbsp; It can't be just the 1% watching, now can it?&lt;br /&gt;
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We have a theory, of course.&amp;nbsp; After years of "reality" TV, Americans are ready for a bit of decorum.&amp;nbsp; The viewing public (this probably does not include you, dear reader - being a bit more highbrow than the average viewer)&amp;nbsp; has discovered that a story &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; be compelling when the characters are elegantly dresses, and totally lacking in tatoos.&amp;nbsp; There is something very heartening (we believe) in watching characters struggle to contain emotion in the face of adversity rather than throwing a tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Even the most well mannered and confident mother can get a bit wobbly at times.&amp;nbsp; No matter how put-together, the modern mother can occasionally have doubts.&amp;nbsp; Her children are well behaved,&amp;nbsp; good students and they participate in after school activities.&amp;nbsp; Yet there she stands, one sunny afternoon, blindsided by a group of mothers engaged in some sort of maternal arms race determined to out-do each other with the myriad of extracurricular, athletic, artistic and pseudo-academic pursuits in which their under-10 children are participating.&amp;nbsp; Couched as laments such as, "I don't know how I'm going to get my children to all their activities this weekend,"&amp;nbsp; or "I just wish the school could teach math at Avery's level, then I wouldn't have to be dragging her to Russian Math twice a week..."&amp;nbsp; these comments are intended to expose the brilliance of one's children and the many sacrifices of their fabulous and selfless mother.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the time we encountered a friend after a recent episode, she was shell-shocked and, even worse, doubting her own excellent parenting philosophy.&amp;nbsp; Ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; We know.&amp;nbsp; She knows.&amp;nbsp; You know too, dear reader.&amp;nbsp; Yet, everyone has been there.&amp;nbsp; One wonders did those other mothers come away from the encounter feeling better about themselves?&amp;nbsp; Was such bravado comforting to anyone in that collective?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We happened across a blog recently called &lt;a href="http://www.breedemandweep.com/"&gt;breed 'em and weep&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is written by a single mother in Western Massachusetts who is struggling.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She is struggling to find the meaning in her separation,&amp;nbsp; struggling to raise her children, struggling to keep her house and pay her bills.&amp;nbsp; This piece &lt;a href="http://www.breedemandweep.com/the-road-more-taken"&gt;the road more taken&lt;/a&gt;, puts a lot of things in perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-9128042663357761068?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/9128042663357761068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/01/maternal-arms-race.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/9128042663357761068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/9128042663357761068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/LWeZxml_Ik4/maternal-arms-race.html" title="The Maternal Arms Race" /><author><name>EBB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985081141514919475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M8GOzv8cHps/TUdqw5yMf0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/48ZY2He2p2U/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWA_PtTCLzo/TybxzM1Dr9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/7Uq4jAzsNpg/s72-c/Picture+12.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/01/maternal-arms-race.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cCSH09cCp7ImA9WhRUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-1090883096303318205</id><published>2012-01-27T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:44:29.368-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T13:44:29.368-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="air travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="separation" /><title>Friday Frivolity - Leaving Home</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
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While we would prefer not to enter into the co-sleeping debate, or into any&amp;nbsp; other kind of debate with people who elect to never really get a good night's sleep for about 18 years, we thought the below worth sharing.&amp;nbsp; Thank you to our friend Rich for posting this.&amp;nbsp; In this way we also discovered a funny (if not mannerly) dad blog called &lt;a href="http://www.howtobeadad.com/category/instructional-diagrams"&gt;HowToBeADad&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It is a beguiling mix of profanity, diagrams and dad geek.&amp;nbsp; Happy Monday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Was probably the question the well mannered audience members were asking themselves last Tuesday in Avery Fisher Hall in New York City.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; According to the WSJ's story &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970204124204577155220189060142.html?mod=e2fb"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, a cell phone in the front row of the theater began ringing (playing?) the Marimba during Mahler's Nineth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After many minutes, the conductor reportedly stopped the piece, turned and asked that the phone be turned off.&amp;nbsp; Yet the phone (believed to be an alarm) continued.&amp;nbsp; After many minutes of total silence in the hall broken only by jeers from other attendees and repeated requests from the conductor, the offender finally silenced the phone.&amp;nbsp; The Philharmonic began at the top.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps the patron was elderly, hard of hearing and did not realize his alarm was going off.&amp;nbsp; Had he set himself a reminder to go to the Philharmonic?&amp;nbsp; Possibly, he is a large supporter of the Symphony and has a great deal of clout and that is why ushers never approached to "help" him or escort him and his phone out of the hall. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Could this be why the Chinese are &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/headlines/2012/01/beijing-apple-store-pelted-with-eggs-after-iphone-4s-launch-cancelled/"&gt;throwing eggs at Apple stores&lt;/a&gt; and Apple cancelled the launch of the iphone4S in China? &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;She now realizes she has been looking at lunch all wrong.&amp;nbsp; This is not a problem but an opportunity.&amp;nbsp; Like scrapbooking with food.&amp;nbsp; Really, what on earth is keeping her from constructing a 6 colored lunch that looks like Hello Kitty or a Piano?&amp;nbsp; Nothing but her own inertia.&amp;nbsp; This revelation lead her to YouTube where she discovered this video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_hbPLsZvvo&amp;amp;feature=list_related&amp;amp;playnext=1&amp;amp;list=SP2FA8778DB05EDCCD"&gt;How to Make Bento Lunch Boxes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to read more about the ancient and trendy (everyone in Brooklyn is doing it) art of Bento follow &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/09/dining/09bento.html"&gt;this New York Times link&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Happy Lunching!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Photos from &lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/cookware-tools/trend-watch-bento-055647"&gt;The kitchn&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.womansday.com/life/10-remarkable-bento-boxes-103261"&gt;Women's Day&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mymealbox.com/"&gt;My Meal Box&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-1064208017648627673?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/1064208017648627673/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/01/lunch-box-revolution.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/1064208017648627673?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/1064208017648627673?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/5BWvy1jOO0w/lunch-box-revolution.html" title="Friday Lunch Box Revolution" /><author><name>EBB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985081141514919475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M8GOzv8cHps/TUdqw5yMf0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/48ZY2He2p2U/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3a8to7LrK8A/TwcbY4v-YoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Vv64vQux9_I/s72-c/Picture+4.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2012/01/lunch-box-revolution.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EGQHk-eyp7ImA9WhRWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-7029869409982502796</id><published>2011-12-31T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T09:27:01.753-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T09:27:01.753-05:00</app:edited><title>A Thank You and a Year End Review</title><content type="html">On this final day of 2011, we would first like to thank our faithful readers; Thank you, thank you, thank you, for continuing to visit our blog, leaving comments, and inspiring us with ideas, queries and quandaries. Second, we would like to indulge in some year-end reflection and review, with this month-by-month list of some of the most popular posts of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
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In January, we started the year wondering, &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/01/will-2011-be-year-of-tiger-mother.html"&gt;Will 2011 be the Year of the Tiger Mother?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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February brought on musings about grammar with&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/02/is-have-it.html"&gt;The "I"s have it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In March, we took on the term MILF in &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/03/heres-to-you-mrs-robinson.html"&gt;Here's to You, Mrs. Robinson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In April, we discussed friendship in the digital age with, &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/04/when-well-mannered-modern-mother-first.html"&gt;Friend, or Facebook Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In May, we asked you all to consider&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/05/letting-your-child-make-call.html"&gt;Letting your child make the call&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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By June, we had moved on to proposing revolution in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/06/so-crazy-it-just-might-work.html"&gt;So crazy, it just might work&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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July was a good month for royal watching, so we pondered &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/07/friday-frivolity-princess-and-pantyhose.html"&gt;The Princess and the Pantyhose&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In August, we were blissfully sacked out in hammocks, drinking Mai Tais. Just kidding. We were really shaking the sand out of towels, slathering sunscreen on small bodies and otherwise trying to keep our children busy.&lt;br /&gt;
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In September, we pondered &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/09/meaning-in-missoni.html"&gt;The Meaning in the Missoni&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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October is a serious month, so we asked, &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/10/redshirting-last-conversational-taboo.html"&gt;Is Academic Redshirting the Last Conversational Taboo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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In November we enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/11/friday-frivolity-111111.html"&gt;the frivolity of 11/11/11&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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In December, the hand's down most popular post was this (tongue-in-cheek) &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/12/last-minute-gift-idea.html"&gt;Last Minute Gift Idea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it: that's what been on our minds this year. Thank you for thinking it through with us and hope you'll come back in 2012: Who knows what we'll have to ponder! Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;
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Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas or Happy Holiday of your choosing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For your amusement over the next couple of fun-filled days, here are &lt;a href="http://thefw.com/10-things-you-probably-didnt-know-about-a-charlie-brown-christmas/"&gt;10 Things You Probably Didn't Know About 'A Charlie Brown Christmas'&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Found on our friend Kim's facebook page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;seems to be from a real school in India&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.schoolofsuccess.in/"&gt;www.schoolofsuccess.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-5980873880820826872?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/5980873880820826872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/12/last-minute-gift-idea.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5980873880820826872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5980873880820826872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/JnKNWGd9ENg/last-minute-gift-idea.html" title="Last Minute Gift Idea" /><author><name>EBB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985081141514919475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M8GOzv8cHps/TUdqw5yMf0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/48ZY2He2p2U/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-me-bmQP1pp4/TvDesUP88SI/AAAAAAAAANk/QBlhav5ij8c/s72-c/Picture+3.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/12/last-minute-gift-idea.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08EQXozfip7ImA9WhRQGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-6039267271816401042</id><published>2011-12-15T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:30:00.486-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T08:30:00.486-05:00</app:edited><title>Holiday Card Psychology</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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I met an armchair expert yesterday for a cup of hot chocolate and to discuss the psychology of holiday cards. &amp;nbsp;She lacks any relevant crediantials but is opinionated and has been around long enough to know how things work. &amp;nbsp;She was wearing dark jeans, ballet flats, a navy wax jacket and red tartan scarf. &amp;nbsp;I am only telling you this because this is how they do it in &lt;i&gt;Vogue&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp;We shall call her Madame X. &amp;nbsp;Here's what I learned.&lt;br /&gt;
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Madame X, thank you for sitting down with me. What can you tell our mannerly readers about holiday cards these days?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Well, Darling, like most aspects of life in these modern times, it's completely out of control.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How so?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Surely you have noticed how the fabulosity factor has overtaken the once genuine and sincere craft of connecting with people and wishing those far away from us a Merry Religious-Observance-Of-Their-Choice and a Happy New Year? &amp;nbsp;Now one starts by trying to come up with &amp;nbsp;a collection of words one hopes to be slightly festive yet completely inoffensive to the entire planet. &amp;nbsp;From there it is all about the glossy photos and beauty shots. &amp;nbsp;How many people even write notes on their cards any more?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Not many I know. &amp;nbsp;Although some send a printed letter. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Yes! &amp;nbsp;I mean NO! &amp;nbsp;And what do those printed letter say? &amp;nbsp;Lalala... we spent the winter skiing, the summer beaching, our children are brilliant (!) fabulous (!), and as you can judge from the attached 32 picture photo collage, dramatically good-looking. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, you are an advocate for fewer pictures on a holiday card?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;First of all, I know you talked about the &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2009/11/photography.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;rule of three&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; in this blog at one point. &amp;nbsp;And really, never is this more true than with a holiday card.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Meaning there should be no more than three photos on a holiday card?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Exactly. &amp;nbsp;And really just one. &amp;nbsp;If one is keeping score, and trust me, this has become something of a sport in many houses, maximum points are give for one good photo of everyone over many good shots of each family member.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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But what if there is one child, shall we say, &amp;nbsp;hamming it up? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That my dear, is what we call "&lt;/i&gt;representative of the moment"&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and something you might want to consider saving for his/her rehearsal dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you see the piece in the WSJ today about the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052970203430404577096332793207636.html?mod=WSJ_LifeStyle_Lifestyle_5"&gt;holiday photo card&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;industry?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Yes. &amp;nbsp;It was a good study of this phenomenon. &amp;nbsp;Ironically, it did not discuss the e-card option as found on &lt;a href="http://www.paperlesspost.com/"&gt;Paperless Post&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;This is the method to which I hope to be migrating in the near future. &amp;nbsp;Not only is it much less cher (my Dear) but green as well. &amp;nbsp;En fin, as for having oneself featured in that article, you know what I say, fools names and fools faces...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I take it you are not a fan of Reality TV?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That, my friend, is another topic for another day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you and Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merry Christmas to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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For families who celebrate Christmas, Santa can be a pleasant diversion and&lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2010/09/playing-santa-card.html"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a means for promoting good behavior&lt;/a&gt;, when children are young. But as they get older, the family might settle into an uneasy equilibrium. The children are old enough to know better: they couldn’t possibly believe that a man could deliver presents to millions of homes in a single night, powered by a few flying animals. Yet, perhaps, they are also wise enough to not question the clandestine delivery of presents&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;which do not require a thank you note!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It might be hard for a modern mother to know: Do they know? Or not? Will they be humiliated in eighth grade when they are the last of their classmates to discover the truth?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Should we sit them down for a talk?&lt;/div&gt;
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When there are multiple children of
different ages, it becomes even more complicated.&amp;nbsp; If an older child asks directly, “Is Santa &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;?” in
the presence of his younger siblings, the modern mother faces a conundrum:
spill the beans to all of the the children, or lie to her 8/9/10 year old.&amp;nbsp; Alternatively, &amp;nbsp;she could take an existential
approach: “If Santa doesn’t exist, then he can’t bring you presents, so if you
would like to take that risk, you may.” And thus, the whole Santa thing evolves into a “don’t ask; don’t tell” situation.&amp;nbsp; Healthy? We’re not so sure. Effective? Yes. The older children become complicit in the Santa phenomenon, or maybe they just suspend
disbelief for a few more years. Either way, the show can go on, even if it includes a knowing wink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Santa image from &lt;a href="http://www.allposters.com/-sp/Spirit-of-Santa-Posters_i346252_.htm?aid=870728279&amp;amp;LinkTypeID=2&amp;amp;PosterTypeID=1&amp;amp;DestType=7&amp;amp;Referrer=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Esquidoo%2Ecom%2Fwrite%2Da%2Dletter%2Dto%2Dsanta%2Dclaus%3Futm%5Fsource%3Dgoogle%26utm%5Fmedium%3Dimgres%26utm%5Fcampaig"&gt;allposters.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-5816041073112793150?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/5816041073112793150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/12/santa-dont-ask-dont-tell.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5816041073112793150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5816041073112793150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/jY3gkMaeDQI/santa-dont-ask-dont-tell.html" title="Santa: Don't ask, don't tell?" /><author><name>EHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795389357517479909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfEdkUroQmk/TdhLizTlyTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L_m6zSqT_M4/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d-uaQi1987w/TuPVbvlkMnI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Z8nsw1wsGCc/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-12-10+at+4.55.22+PM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/12/santa-dont-ask-dont-tell.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIGQns-cCp7ImA9WhRRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-6391249562286588743</id><published>2011-11-29T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T12:42:03.558-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-29T12:42:03.558-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="New York Times" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hipster beard" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="restaurant" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dinner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brattle" /><title>Please Excuse the Brattling</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hwc1GCQdGw/TtUV0qj19uI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uuzqmmI7EUU/s1600/Screen+shot+2011-11-29+at+12.26.07+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hwc1GCQdGw/TtUV0qj19uI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uuzqmmI7EUU/s320/Screen+shot+2011-11-29+at+12.26.07+PM.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After stumbling across &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/11/27/magazine/27-OPM.html?ref=magazine"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That Should Be a Word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, in
the most recent New York Times magazine, a modern mother might feel a mixture
of amusement, curiosity and chagrin. The column offers three
neologisms: (1) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;brattle &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(to discuss one’s children at length), (2) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;spamily
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Facebook or Twitter updates about kids) and (3) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;spawntourage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (a group of
approaching strollers). All these terms are admittedly funny. Who hasn’t had to
pinch herself to stay awake through a fellow parent's enumeration of nap
schedules and dietary preferences? Who hasn’t scrolled right by the Facebook
photos of a college acquaintance’s children? Who hasn't felt
pushed aside by multiple strollers spanning a narrow sidewalk?&lt;br /&gt;
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The modern mother snickers, but she might also frown at the tinge of hostility towards children and families. Are there really people
out there who roll their eyes at the sight of several strollers passing? Who
are these anti-children people? Do they sit around in cafes smoking, writing
screenplays, and snarling at passing infants? Do they wear berets? Trucker
hats? Do they have bushy hipster beards? Do they all live in Manhattan? (Because,
last we heard Brooklyn had been taken over by young families, &lt;a href="http://www.observer.com/2010/real-estate/fran-lebowitz-dissing-feminism-finds-new-york-be-suburban"&gt;come to think of it, Manhattan too&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever the authors of these neologisms are like, wherever they live, anti-child
sentiments are not frequently visible in the suburban enclaves inhabited by this
modern mother. Perhaps that's a good thing. Or possibly not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being cocooned in a child-centric culture just might leave many parents vulnerable to
the impression that their darlings are universally adored and admired. Could it
give modern parents the idea that it’s appropriate to bring children to any and
all events? Does it leave some parents unaware of the possibility that the view of a
toddler smearing his dinner across table linens might detract from another
diner’s fine dining experience? &lt;a href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/07/toddler-nation.html"&gt;Or worse&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps it is just such
cluelessness that has incited any child-hostile sentiments lurking in the
child-free majority. 

So, thank you, &lt;i&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt;, for that little bit of humor and that small reality
check to parents out there. Or at least the ones who have the time to read the
Sunday magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-6391249562286588743?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/6391249562286588743/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/11/please-excuse-brattling.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/6391249562286588743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/6391249562286588743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/24xyVGfDoUc/please-excuse-brattling.html" title="Please Excuse the Brattling" /><author><name>EHP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08795389357517479909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NfEdkUroQmk/TdhLizTlyTI/AAAAAAAAAS4/L_m6zSqT_M4/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7hwc1GCQdGw/TtUV0qj19uI/AAAAAAAAAV8/uuzqmmI7EUU/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-11-29+at+12.26.07+PM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/11/please-excuse-brattling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INQn0zeip7ImA9WhRREU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-395122893946119482</id><published>2011-11-22T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T07:59:53.382-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-24T07:59:53.382-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="turkey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paint" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="paste" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="florists" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>Happy Turkeys</title><content type="html">Dear readers, please excuse our brief hiatus.&amp;nbsp; We have been up to our elbows in paper mache.&amp;nbsp; Being neither crafty like &lt;a href="http://www.historyguide.org/intellect/machiavelli.html"&gt;Machiavelli&lt;/a&gt; nor crafty like Martha Stewart, one wonders what we could possibly have been thinking when we concocted the half-baked, life-size, &amp;nbsp;paper mache turkey centerpiece scheme in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
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Though in truth, this modern mother knows what she was thinking.&amp;nbsp; She was thinking "Do I really need to spend more than I am paying for my actual turkey at that fancy pants florists for some minimalist centerpiece involving about 9 stems when the children could make something wonderful for next to nothing?" &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So here we are three days and unimaginable effort, home made paste crises, cajoling, tempera paint showers and of course fun (?) later.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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After this "teachable experience," today's real turkey and 26 accompanying guests should be a cake walk.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Hope we didn't just jinx ourselves with that last thought.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Thanksgiving to all,&lt;/div&gt;
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Elizabeth &amp;amp; Elizabeth&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The first site, called &lt;a href="http://walkingtolisten.com/about/"&gt;Walking To Listen&lt;/a&gt;, is the ongoing story of a young man's journey across the United States.&amp;nbsp; He walked out his back door in Pennsylvania on October 14, 2011 and is, as of this writing, somewhere in Virginia.&amp;nbsp; He is headed to the west coast.&amp;nbsp; He is a wonderful racanteur and there is something very special about knowing this is happening in real time.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second site is called &lt;a href="http://www.abbeyroad.com/visit/"&gt;abbyroad.com&lt;/a&gt; and it is (of all things!) a live webcam pointed towards the very crosswalk in London where the Beetles album cover was photographed. &amp;nbsp;So there you have it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy walking.&amp;nbsp; Or watching. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2698519433629464876-5440468644119037786?l=www.mannersformothers.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/feeds/5440468644119037786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/11/good-walk.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5440468644119037786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2698519433629464876/posts/default/5440468644119037786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MannersForModernMothers/~3/vwR1UUE1Cyc/good-walk.html" title="A Good Walk" /><author><name>EBB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16985081141514919475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M8GOzv8cHps/TUdqw5yMf0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/48ZY2He2p2U/s220/madmen_icon.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mk-0T5D4uio/TsQETcFLUjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/NuLt9HOFGYk/s72-c/Picture+1.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.mannersformothers.com/2011/11/good-walk.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4ER3gzfSp7ImA9WhRSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2698519433629464876.post-4554315280927378034</id><published>2011-11-11T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T11:08:26.685-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T11:08:26.685-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lonny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paris" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lilly" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Corduroy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="france" /><title>Friday Frivolity - 11/11/11</title><content type="html">There is much frivolity to be had today, which is a good thing given the overall gloomy and weird news to be found in the mainstream media these days.&lt;br /&gt;
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First, thank you to the wonderful and witty writers who have responded to our earlier post this week.&amp;nbsp; We are having great fun pouring over your blogs and writing pieces and will be in touch shortly.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then!&amp;nbsp;Just when everyone is on board with the concept - research and articles like this one,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/25/opinion/sunday/dont-delay-your-kindergartners-start.html?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=delay%20kindergarten%20at%20your%20own%20risk&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Delay Kindergarten at Your Child's Peril&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; pop up in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;New York Times&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/09/26/the-redshirting-debate-continues/"&gt;the frenzy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;begins all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
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'So why is this such an incendiary topic?' a mannerly mother with the excellent fortune or insight to only give birth between October and February, might ask.&amp;nbsp; After all, who cares what other people do?&amp;nbsp; Do they honestly think it will make that much difference?&amp;nbsp; Don't these minor advantages in kindergarten even out by middle school? &amp;nbsp;If a red shirted child is valedictorian of her high school class, has she usurped that honor from the rightful heir in that age group?&amp;nbsp; What about those coveted spots at elite institutions?&amp;nbsp; Do colleges look at birth year?&amp;nbsp;What about the child's self-confidence?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is there academic data supporting this approach? &amp;nbsp;What about the parent's emotional baggage? &amp;nbsp;Does a red shirted student have a better chance of getting a scholarship? A better job? &amp;nbsp; Really doesn't it all come down to everyone wanting to do what is best for his or her children? &amp;nbsp;And the controversy lies in what he/she believes that to be. &amp;nbsp;But again, probably not the best questions to ask in a getting-to-know-you sort of way.&lt;br /&gt;
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What, are you like the star of your school? 
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