<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2024 02:54:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>parenting</category><category>blogging</category><category>siblings</category><category>Birthday</category><category>Marriage</category><category>VBAC</category><category>attachment parenting</category><category>breastfeeding</category><category>children</category><category>cosleeping</category><category>expectations</category><category>family</category><category>instinctual</category><category>love</category><category>natural birth</category><category>pregnancy</category><category>recommended reads</category><category>ASAP</category><category>Asheville</category><category>FPM</category><category>Nemo</category><category>Simple Mom</category><category>adventure</category><category>busy</category><category>conception</category><category>conflict</category><category>conscious</category><category>depression</category><category>discipline</category><category>doulas</category><category>evolutionary parenting</category><category>extended family</category><category>food</category><category>frustration</category><category>giveaway</category><category>gratitude</category><category>health</category><category>home</category><category>homebirth</category><category>hope</category><category>indecision</category><category>letting go</category><category>limits</category><category>local food</category><category>mamas</category><category>midwives</category><category>my dad</category><category>name change</category><category>organic</category><category>outings</category><category>perspective</category><category>postpartum</category><category>re-organizing</category><category>relax</category><category>research</category><category>respect</category><category>rewards</category><category>simple living</category><category>stay at home mom</category><category>tailgate</category><category>tantrums</category><category>the past</category><category>time ticking by</category><category>truth</category><category>work at home mom</category><category>working mom</category><title>Mom I Am</title><description>TABU, TRENDY, TRADITIONAL. &lt;br&gt;&#xa;EMBRACING THE TITLE, TANTRUMS AND TRIUMPH OF BEING THE &lt;b&gt;MOM I AM&lt;/b&gt;!</description><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-5658716448310350100</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 15:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-21T11:12:56.874-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my dad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">name change</category><title>Changing My Name Officially</title><atom:summary type="text">

This has been a long time coming. I was born with one last name. The relationship with my &quot;biological contributor&quot; as I like to call him was less than a fairy tale to say the least. My mother remarried when I was 8 years old and this man has been who I have always considered to be my Daddy. He raised my brother and I like we were his. He is loving and kind and has all my respect in the world. I</atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/05/changing-my-name-officially.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nIlVDowPyt0nympYEtelwUAWQNHBZLnP-AVq08V9QtpbvJalzHxdsI6Ikv5Qg4EZ_nPCX7v2j495vgEKk-201uZMea7oSewkgH2e15TOj2I5qEtF4JT_go9r72XQrDDmh8zcQSsFg3ls/s72-c/IMG_7468.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-4010206848091733436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-21T10:32:40.735-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conflict</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">siblings</category><title>Pull Yourself Back Parents</title><atom:summary type="text">

Scene: Sidekick and BuddyRoo playing so sweetly together. Time passes, a lot of time. I keep reminding myself that soon I should go make an appearance or lead them into a change. 1.5 hrs of play together is pretty good &amp;nbsp;for a 5 and 2.5 yr old and I know I&#39;m pushing my luck, that soon it will all crumble. Instead, I keep on cleaning and &quot;getting ahead&quot;.

Then screams, shouts, and I walk,&amp;</atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/05/pull-yourself-back-parents.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjNBcIj7Qk1fi8BkAXRYpRAX1QEd_xZiQAuXQS6Ofdo1cC1niMHQ8ze-uo9r4sy6qPPCSadwgcVTZ16BdJ4nvUQapcrsxRE1Cg5ifM7Ai4cLe6GdpFEKhYrrjin7MDHrmzbqnpsG18MJy/s72-c/IMG_1296.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-3207994615707202237</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-21T10:01:20.156-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letting go</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perspective</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the past</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">truth</category><title>Truth &amp; Perspective...</title><atom:summary type="text">

Today I sit pondering individual truth and individual perspective. Yesterday, something ugly from my past reared it&#39;s head. We&#39;re talking 28 years ago folks. Someone entering my sphere convinced they can convince me to have a different perspective on the past, thereby altering my truth.



I am capable of allowing others to have their feelings and their own version of what happened. Every </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/05/truth-perspective.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT3BsvhGHLwY_7KSVQtX-iDJYM_SjSH_waqnWyos670yPJaaUHMbpT9VjVvBGI6KkOrrU0rbwayOhlxtgOfHpwbRbK6AadOv9d2KpxgBeoN3lBYKcXNAqY7bCJTt-TTIJ-TEGZrSUbKTq7/s72-c/sc001c55f202.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-8639904418395989041</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-21T10:34:18.906-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">busy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relax</category><title>Mid week break</title><atom:summary type="text">



This whole week has been one big clamoring for reserves of energy I just don&#39;t have. Truly, though it has been the past couple weeks. Finishing up with finals at school, rushing around waiting for the lottery drawings for Sidekick and the forms for any/all magnet schools.&amp;nbsp;The actual enrollment into the school we are in district for, Mother&#39;s Day, Sidekick&#39;s 5th Birthday, my graduation </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/05/mid-week-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQVpfM_Yd-hTSqXZG-nLlyj7x92u9Noo7K7yz_1N1Lfn1MEYO3GPrzai7N6jzHxHEb5qzp70svnzlopb5tLpR_wht1kS5oRAqur7mBa_apGZdewjwLJn56zf4ZYAt1ny0xfp0P-SquALeF/s72-c/blogger-image-382204509.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-9126857898982884745</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2013 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-16T16:33:21.629-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">adventure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Asheville</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage</category><title>A Love Story</title><atom:summary type="text">
I&#39;m inspired to write about my husband today. It&#39;s a grey and drizzly day that has me with&amp;nbsp;reminiscing&amp;nbsp;over coffee. The kids are playing in the living room and Daddy is at work. Spring days that are chilly always remind me of Washington State. Why?

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Mark and I have been together since the very end of 1997. We&#39;ve been&amp;nbsp;inseparable&amp;nbsp;since then. We have never been a couple</atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/05/a-love-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfgtynpAKIf6y2t38cBwFYDYkh3BMcfkJJZqruDrQI5LKKY_tjprxe-Z1t4UtLoK3HQRrxAPNdN-fDF_ikjNw7JuGrJ4h2Q9sGX5rot34jX2vqexEJ9hK9tnXyg8cnedq38tsJMeV6fS6e/s72-c/Image.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-5345990046222798574</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 May 2013 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-02T07:55:27.034-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attachment parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Birthday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breastfeeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cosleeping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">expectations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">instinctual</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recommended reads</category><title>Online Community</title><atom:summary type="text">
This week I feel I&#39;m flooded in my online community with support. None of the fellow writers, or bloggers, know that their writings have inspired, helped, and supported me throughout the week. Sidekick&#39;s 5th birthday is seriously 12 days away! So 5 feels like quite the &quot;milestone&quot; when you sit back and reflect on lots of the choices you made when they were little and what you see has come to </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/05/this-week-i-feel-im-flooded-in-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygLD1rSxw8w7SQyqUgO1j_gCJPOigUP9kdNX-ONCfClV1Y8KUJrLQLOc_tIcZ3WNVbf2V_xc2fuuolZJdFbZL-uSPHxjjA0rcRKJ6eXCSg8dXnOV6nPGKoC4msZJqELXVKJfxsjQzZPHV/s72-c/IMG_1650.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-5732663389118804373</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Apr 2013 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-24T08:59:50.429-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">attachment parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">evolutionary parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">limits</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nemo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rewards</category><title>According to Finding Nemo...</title><atom:summary type="text">
Up at at 5:30. It never fails, when they are sick or in need of the most rest they are the hardest to put to sleep at night and early risers. Go figure. So BuddyRoo asks for cereal first thing in the morning... in such an urgent tone. &amp;nbsp;There is no assuring him you&#39;re getting the cereal, that the soy milk carton in your hand is truly going to be poured on the cereal, or that the bowl it is </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/according-to-finding-nemo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzHNc2ionLJS09iHChqTIVSrzwRpeP1l8WjRGqG3tPRCuu5N7FHcCqLKv0ONBzT_fJ8NUmuuysqIFLKoabObnfHvHi1bR1SFiHsn8RmL4_xVDtKA_GxaNBo3mW5IfkOCKjO18_q92pSBYf/s72-c/DSC04024.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-953778993665711136</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Apr 2013 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-14T11:18:11.963-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">expectations</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">frustration</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hope</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time ticking by</category><title>When Parenting Feels Like Drowning...</title><atom:summary type="text">


I had never had these moments before I had children. I don&#39;t rightly know what to call them either. Panic attack doesn&#39;t seem right. However, I have heard panic attacks likened to a sense of drowning or not being able to get your breath. For the most-part that is one element that defines these horribly emotional moments I find myself in. I suppose another way to illustrate it is that when my </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/when-parenting-feels-like-drowning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxT9D3c-6z1o-fPj_eoxM1lkSX1rDalFbmbkaVNPs8TNu_a9PZCp0sXUuXb1W6EVA1f1r_rl1ye5p75Ln2PUgthgT122Q0utXUH3hn7l6ArfMnkTjp_QkCONJ3YvdQKFMzWcZvzZW81HD3/s72-c/IMG_0778.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-8379138046772215956</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Apr 2013 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-22T09:52:45.451-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ASAP</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gratitude</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">local food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">outings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tailgate</category><title>Local Food...</title><atom:summary type="text">




I&#39;ve been looking forward to this weekend all week. Much moreso than usual. I knew the forecast was going to be great. Also, I knew it was the first downtown tailgate market here in Asheville. We had only been once or twice last year. My Husband works Saturdays so it proves a bit difficult with two children to watch them, carry produce (or like today, little baby tomato plants), as well as </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/are-there-1-million-ways-show-gratitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEkUhv2IDDn_qepn_AppHd_2TLCeWlSmO1tZcf5M_aWgkew5H2gHLT_fjud0_90D0Q2hhqgn1gANSTIdfHPKSRq9RKWkac5UMi-k1V5kcU8FruOpfkS3Z90sSkI7SECtj1WIK-rdWC73_X/s72-c/IMG_2733.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-331136256238650625</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2013 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-27T09:34:23.250-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conception</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">indecision</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mamas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">siblings</category><title>Revisiting the Idea of Another Child...</title><atom:summary type="text">
I have posted about this topic before, and I am surprised that I not only find myself plagued by this question again, but that I&#39;m at such a loss that I actually went back and read that ancient post to see what advice I might have offered myself.&amp;nbsp;





Boy wasn&#39;t I just so clear and concise about what to consider? The ages between siblings, the mother&#39;s health, work schedules. I notice </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/revisiting-idea-of-another-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_AmzTn6BcLr0oo6XkUpkL1L0kT9qiwXdHK-DpnjVTcyIO-VIVjfofkaUNcaxKZ4tJkEXowRwGJPoDHFEu5kmGccly3g-wvUh4djwo0NcxHaCgGEq3nGFc4ERKSamTG3obws-25i7KmJdG/s72-c/IMG_1295.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-1561491102001583016</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2013 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-05T15:24:55.391-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FPM</category><title>Swift Kick In The Pants</title><atom:summary type="text">
Certainly it&#39;s all spring&#39;s fault. Well, I should say spring blessed me really. Here I am again, back on the computer with &quot;free time&quot; to jot down some thoughts and get back out into the virtual world. The 



sense of renewal spring brings, I feel upon waking each day now. With my children a bit older I do have a&amp;nbsp;tangible ablity to take on a bit more, have a clear train of though (</atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/swift-kick-in-pants.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh80uL9wu664768cVmbA2w1h37knt02YW8m4JhpwLyD42abdXlIZsSNwvEXeqQdnVhTbqqWF7x8tm7WJ3gvgAdN-pf04fUMeGLDvMnmAxwrxlWa0oPp6YTXC3aexRUhrijKwSqIQjq-KBZl/s72-c/IMG_1452.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-1226253195246019136</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-02T15:36:22.741-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discipline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">respect</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tantrums</category><title>Where Did All The Manners Go?</title><atom:summary type="text">
I think it&#39;s especially strange to witness in my own lifetime such a contrast in upbringing regarding respect, manners, general behavior that is acceptable. Or the gross lack of all three. I&#39;m quite baffled how we&#39;ve arrived at the point where it&#39;s such an issue actually. Like we are all just waking up, pulling our hair out saying &quot;how did this happen?&quot; Freedom of expression verbally and </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/where-did-all-manners-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKWA7ZTewF4S-X6fBgoZU269vIjSekN2hEU1cVn0LQ4DHFPX8ZPnQlwS1UOuQX4eFIgHChsvB_OMXOYFZr1zJ1iGt5t68efq9irrupFoE5UVKM1GV7F-JhSn3x1ZUaofz2t03KvQanKv9/s72-c/IMG_4320.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-4655946843125738529</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2011 19:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-06T14:13:03.926-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breastfeeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cosleeping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><title>As We Settle In...</title><atom:summary type="text">


It&#39;s been too long since I&#39;ve written, fellow Parents. Proudly tackling more than I should be lately. Well, no... actually, I think I&#39;ve found a pretty good balance. Granted, BuddyO is now almost 5 months old, so I&#39;m still in the middle of sleep-depravation. He&#39;s doing great at night. Rouses for 3 or 4 nursings like clockwork. We started bed-sharing with him right off the bat and both Daddy </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2013/04/its-been-too-long-since-ive-written.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1217DNfgz-8U5aO4dza_rYd_tugWUTWqbdtniIM9zWRkRcJLFhx-IqqrqxMR8P5SfpT8bFoeKRUAD1kci6JYXF2W1Pm5-PsMDTmHY_QzkFtzeWk1zLgtzy_0SBAdr70EAg9tisbjyK3LN/s72-c/DSC01818.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-4143009951735508286</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Nov 2010 14:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-16T16:32:24.461-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><title>Everyone Else&amp;#39;s Blogs...</title><atom:summary type="text">


Sheesh, talk about intimidating. I&#39;m so hooked on so many other Mommy blogs it&#39;s taking up all my time to work on mine. All the while I can&#39;t get past how to really brand MOM I AM. So what&#39;s a starry-eyed Mom blogger to do?



Only time will tell. I need to set aside a concrete block of time every week dedicated to studying how to create a successful blog. How to really focus my energy, my </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/11/everyone-elses-blogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-1127450125010943191</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-24T19:43:35.450-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natural birth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">VBAC</category><title>Reflecting On My VBAC</title><atom:summary type="text">


VBAC = Vaginal birth after caesarean. More progressive communities, hospitals, doctors are now doing them, reflecting on the studies now released showing the low rates of risk and also the benefits to the baby and mother. This was my goal.



Course I should write out the whole experience, and am currently doing so for my Drs and my own &quot;memoirs&quot;. However, the most important things to note is </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflecting-on-my-vbac.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrstzHJ3qJDiH4BgRHGm4JGSwTUU1wh8uYCKal20Kr25aRt7kmHkwYFx_3dReOc8uFty5wxpHPKf0mi960MIzyeM59OTibIIotf8kUme2gA4PXUDat4Tvd7Y3U8jjub1ljUYAMZqRHdNip/s72-c/Screen+Shot+2013-04-02+at+3.42.40+PM.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-6613862495891041412</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-16T16:37:04.716-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><title>Taking a Break to Think it Through</title><atom:summary type="text">


There are so many great and glorious ideas I have right now floating around in my head on how to be more successful and productive when it comes to my writing online. Yet very daunting on how to get grounded and started. I know ultimately I need to wait after the second baby arrives near the end of Oct. or any momentum I begin with will be lost. Then I&#39;m sure by the time I get in the groove </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-are-so-many-great-and-glorious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgf9wnsiOvb5PfbMsrJo4UbAQPPSLHIJuhuyQjkT_vCfTsfDmpVFVHq1aW-a_IiVSRMqJpSdaRrnUIs8pMsDJo1STzdh40ckMNZ1QTsTreHVBYKE_T_420z9DpnBDON8UHrgjqDptYQHE/s72-c/IMG_0566.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-6164757296844123773</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Aug 2010 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-25T10:39:32.365-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">re-organizing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">simple living</category><title>From Scratch...</title><atom:summary type="text">
I recently read a great blog post at PassionateHomeaking.com about &quot;When Homemaking Gets in the Way of Mothering&quot;. There is definitely that feeling amongst us &quot;crunchy&quot; moms who are trying to make every meal from scratch, can food come fall, cloth-diaper and hang laundry, compost, garden, home-school, while baby-wearing and nursing, etc. that we have to be doing everything natural, eco, by hand </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-recently-read-great-blog-post-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfVJ8Abt5YcWtt-m1IPkwc1UDRepyv6vpmxc8KN6NAUzfyw3KWp_iQdBHWghJxtr6JvJCT_UTw4SVoKyb__BKDOAqXwEAoKKLbZJPiIXHGyfXL0hJ3vE5JDkikrabJZW9kilTTkZYkqAs/s72-c/doing+laundry.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-6438829138320385165</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Aug 2010 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-02T18:54:08.124-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doulas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homebirth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">midwives</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natural birth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">recommended reads</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">VBAC</category><title>Create A More Positive View Of Birth</title><atom:summary type="text">





Recently I&#39;m left frustrated and furious about yet another brain-washing perpetrated against all women. I&#39;m heading into my second birth, just eight weeks away and am filing my head with positive stories and affirmations regarding the VBAC I&#39;m attempting. After reading Ina May&#39;s Guide to Childbirth there was one part in particular that jumped out at me. Granted this part isn&#39;t the premise </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-create-more-positive-view-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPKCUWjAG_oNG6Ak-INOdiPw_Ji1tcM8xMD0fv2pYA33VHo0cilEV6iC5jTGzXbTzmDdGY-fuFof5UHiBk3D10m1zEz_VnuFagEe1FJt9bv828GulgEV9EYhycuAyBsezNGS1Ek6RScV9c/s72-c/33-1225726336xv5w.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-773155099282504546</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2010 14:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-03T11:15:43.990-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">extended family</category><title>When Extended Family is MIA</title><atom:summary type="text">
Okay I think I&#39;m gonna hit this up in a whole new way. Here I though making &quot;articles&quot; would be the only way to interest people but I realize that&#39;s not how I think, nor write. It was too difficult and not fun... and I&#39;ve always enjoyed writing. This should be no different. Where am I in life right now? 60 days away from my due date, potty-trained 2 year old (rock on!), to-do list for the home a</atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-i-need-one-more-thing-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGqwygCcflTGXrM3hyphenhyphenFLyIxF8t5Ip15xuDKtMvlnRQCTE-FM-3BCrqpmmI_FIlvJZuMb-hrhW8P0UtfRcuM8FW2i0xqeSHegrqITPUQG8B0tNP0vUGz0TxCX9mQRXpdv3i-4hwwSueydnL/s72-c/hand_heart.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-6259619416499314342</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-04T16:43:21.152-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">children</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">siblings</category><title>The Second Time Around...</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;THINKING OF ANOTHER CHILD?





So things are finally settling in. You are well on your way and finally getting into the grove of Mommydom and you start thinking of a second child.&amp;nbsp;Perhaps you and your toddler are now weaned, they are sleeping in their own bed, YOU are finally getting some sleep again, they are starting to communicate more, their ability for independent play so Mommy </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/02/second-time-around.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpdOOxYqLNMIUg7xpA0rkP_1fOR75I2jamG3y_3OPc2mgL68KVGzvUd_DIhi-ENKLaTHDdc5qg3AIQpJcSF1gJ1-_0zgCBQReF916k_BJldLP4UYq3muJwGg6o43juBtcmcj7Oyjl3viHu/s72-c/twokidstable.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-5850314050469169124</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Feb 2010 12:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T19:54:38.979-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">giveaway</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Simple Mom</category><title>Fantastic Giveaways for the Kiddos!</title><atom:summary type="text">


Folks if you haven&#39;t already stumbled on to Simple Mom (Simple Kids, Organic, Living, etc.) you must not only go there but sign up for either the emails or feed. This is what I look forward to the most every week out of all the other online media/mediums I&#39;ve connected with. Clear, clean, concise. Enjoyable every time. Currently they are having several great giveaways to kickoff some changes </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/02/fantastic-giveaways-for-kiddos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-PHWP7XxSv5eZU1XrPo8Dazqoj3UsOVh_5Nhy4EZBlRIiBWn2SZT-XYXBQj0Ks7X8GauoRg2htsZ1p6n2RRT-hEcazgn5frvm-7IBC8s3b8piJDipGZQAcMpmFKGlPuStlDkqiwgbsVzW/s72-c/500925_colour.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-3282196513787167168</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-22T19:54:10.824-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conscious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">organic</category><title>Choosing Local and Organic for your Family</title><atom:summary type="text">
TEACHING THE ETHICS OF CONSCIOUS FOOD CHOICES








There are many values I hope to instill in my child. Kindness, generosity, respect... lots of values that focus on relationships between people. Just as important to me though is a set of values when dealing with the environment, and more specifically their food choices.




Thankfully more attention than ever is being turned back to one of </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/02/choosing-healthier-food-for-your-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihS1oCNon7epjTjMWcFc-o4RqJkisMIjw6AUnDeUnTVFoWihLISMykkCt1jp3u68NRAjPtzi4A-r3goS1j6lya52xbOxhYApP7FIRro8mKHXOPGOr1H4MXNLYcyfrt-AerWzR6-SMQGw3H/s72-c/groceryshopping.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-2266195288673652619</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jan 2010 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-11T17:46:37.017-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">depression</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">postpartum</category><title>Admitting to Postpartum Depression</title><atom:summary type="text">
HINDSIGHT AND POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION
I can sit here at 20 months out with only a wisp of &quot;the crazies&quot;, as I dubbed it afterward. There are some of those same emotions and feelings that made themselves present in the first months that even now, jump up, scare me and remind me of all that I went through in the beginning. I come from a family of talkers, we exercise our demons by talking them into </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/admitting-to-postpartum-depression.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbAfGLA0lskNDkxChLfQr6qM_O-wBz9nLBVmt9AjbpDYZYQuKEEWbr3aSL5wZBGEQjbdy3rJUV_CKTuT3deYCAXFHJbnWr_AqS787-OpGYZkR-sinjQ6PafJfiXID5vhdcWqlslG7JH9bt/s72-c/thinkinglayingdown.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-8845802727952506936</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-02T15:16:38.531-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stay at home mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work at home mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">working mom</category><title>Your Newest Job Description</title><atom:summary type="text">


Talking with fellow moms, friends and strangers, we seem to be exploring the same topic lately. What are the benefits and drawbacks to being a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM), &amp;nbsp;a work-at-home-mom (WAHM) or a working-mom (WM)? What are the current stigmas attached to each? How have they changed from generation to generation?




In talking with my mother-in-law I hear how she felt slighted being a</atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-official-title-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnz432kkkRITuLAQ5Q2m4UtAVBoS_wJtU4vQq0fz1RFXf8t6dm2P3C_p_8L060FC3-0NNrEw97-30tcqYa51QON_rt1UGjquXpEGhw8KewDyP7WHTo1mfs3KiqkKVzIPNaWzcx3rnIfanj/s72-c/mary_ronin_sunday_859618_l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159195976421648585.post-1008854245075853</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jan 2010 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-02T15:14:08.785-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">instinctual</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">research</category><title>Who is Mom I Am?</title><atom:summary type="text">


There is a lot to say and not enough time to say it all. A lot to do and yet again... tick-tock, the minutes are rushing by. Hello fellow Mommas! You know all too well what I&#39;m talking about, yes? Don&#39;t you find that throughout all the rushed days and our hurried lives there are still plenty of moments when time trickles by so slowly? Like standing in a slow moving river. Toes spread in mud </atom:summary><link>http://kateogdenwrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/throwing-this-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinuXmuCEVl09Vbo6o8jlj1QnQmkaonYs02RTiP4WYoBc5YB_CU3_ei9IlcYmF83VaiP4Y9Msrukwal-IP2JAG8SzLP6FFfOLdX3qwDCzskaHhapqlTnxBWpWn7mOlxBC34a03fmDQXZ4LI/s72-c/hannah_baby_sleeping_16482_l.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>