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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IARno5eip7ImA9WhRaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133369617282362297</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:59:07.422+11:00</updated><category term="motherhood" /><category term="save and eat healthy" /><category term="mothers" /><category term="In Praise of Stay-At-Home Moms" /><category term="mothers have needs too" /><category term="anniversary" /><category term="how to budget grocery bill" /><category term="wedding" /><category term="Dr. Laura Schlessinger's book" /><category term="working mom" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="stay-at-home mom" /><category term="Why God Made Mom" /><title>Mom's Companion</title><subtitle type="html">Sharing thoughts, feelings, ideas, and helpful tips on motherhood</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13184008378634597672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_2TnRqg0qw/S-jd2pbcghI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UDXXj1pnzSA/S220/IMG_0718.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MomsCompanion" /><feedburner:info uri="momscompanion" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>MomsCompanion</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQHsyeCp7ImA9Wx5UEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133369617282362297.post-4896212984887955425</id><published>2010-10-15T22:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T22:31:51.590+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-15T22:31:51.590+11:00</app:edited><title>My Li'l Man is Turning 4</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/feeds/4896212984887955425/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-lil-man-is-turning-4.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/4896212984887955425?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/4896212984887955425?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~3/z9auzbsq7dI/my-lil-man-is-turning-4.html" title="My Li'l Man is Turning 4" /><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13184008378634597672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_2TnRqg0qw/S-jd2pbcghI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UDXXj1pnzSA/S220/IMG_0718.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My little boy is growing so fast! From the moment he can actually say 'i love you' NEVER a day ends that i won't be able to hear him say to me "Mommy, I love You". Sometimes, he says it in tagalog, "Mommy Mahal kita". Those words are always accompanied with a hug and a kiss! How I wish he'll never outgrow it. How I wish the day won't come when he will get tired of doing it. How I wish he will say
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~4/z9auzbsq7dI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-lil-man-is-turning-4.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAMQ304eSp7ImA9WxFbEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133369617282362297.post-6029461514056495593</id><published>2010-06-22T13:38:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T17:06:22.331+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-03T17:06:22.331+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anniversary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happiness" /><title>Half a decade of laughter and tears, in good times and in bad.. All through the years!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/feeds/6029461514056495593/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-decade-of-laughter-and-tears-in.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/6029461514056495593?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/6029461514056495593?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~3/UAnM9HBg4mU/half-decade-of-laughter-and-tears-in.html" title="Half a decade of laughter and tears, in good times and in bad.. All through the years!" /><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13184008378634597672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_2TnRqg0qw/S-jd2pbcghI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UDXXj1pnzSA/S220/IMG_0718.JPG" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">Yes, you heard me right, half a decade. I am happily married for five years already but it seems just like yesterday. I know five years of staying married is not something that I should pride myself on. And at this point, I’m not really the person whom someone would ask for an advice with regards to marriage. But half a decade of being married has somehow brought out a mature and sensible 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~4/UAnM9HBg4mU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/06/half-decade-of-laughter-and-tears-in.html</feedburner:origLink><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="enclosure" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~5/NwVoWfBIBNo/video-play.mp4" length="0" type="video/mp4" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c4587e2197d8bd5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYCR3cyeSp7ImA9WxFUEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133369617282362297.post-8430768025995466265</id><published>2010-06-17T15:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:49:26.991+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-23T15:49:26.991+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mothers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Why God Made Mom" /><title>ON THE LIGHTER SIDE..</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/feeds/8430768025995466265/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-lighter-side.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/8430768025995466265?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/8430768025995466265?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~3/24GUgYQB0ms/on-lighter-side.html" title="ON THE LIGHTER SIDE.." /><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13184008378634597672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_2TnRqg0qw/S-jd2pbcghI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UDXXj1pnzSA/S220/IMG_0718.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Parenting is tough.  But, I’m sure everyone will agree if I say that being a parent, especially to a young kid, can oftentimes be fun and blissful. Children have a bizarre and astonishing imagination. And sometimes, they say the darndest things.I bumped into this article a short time ago and thought of publishing it on my blog to share and spread smiles and laughter. Enjoy reading.Why God Made 
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~4/24GUgYQB0ms" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-lighter-side.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICR3w-eip7ImA9WxFVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133369617282362297.post-9097398114356904119</id><published>2010-06-09T11:23:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:39:26.252+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T11:39:26.252+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dr. Laura Schlessinger's book" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="In Praise of Stay-At-Home Moms" /><title>“It will be gone before you know it.                                                                                                                                The fingerprints on the wall appear higher and higher.                                                                                      Then suddenly they disappear”. -Dorothy Evsli</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/feeds/9097398114356904119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://momscompanion.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-morning-as-i-was-having-my.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/9097398114356904119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/133369617282362297/posts/default/9097398114356904119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MomsCompanion/~3/KlLl9hoSZfM/this-morning-as-i-was-having-my.html" title="“It will be gone before you know it.                                                                                                                                The fingerprints on the wall appear higher and higher.                                                                                      Then suddenly they disappear”. -Dorothy Evsli" /><author><name>LEN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13184008378634597672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_2TnRqg0qw/S-jd2pbcghI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UDXXj1pnzSA/S220/IMG_0718.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r_2TnRqg0qw/TA7lSoZC0vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/9pDXLyuZ2KE/s72-c/blog4_2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">This morning, as I was having my breakfast in front of the computer reading emails, my son approached me and with a pleading voice he said, “Mom, can we play, please!?” I was about to tell him, “Later, mommy is busy.” But then, a voice inside of me was shouting, “Go ahead Len, play with him. Your son will not forever be 3 years old. He’ll grow up and soon you’ll realize he’s no longer at your 
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Here are some tips that I want to share to other moms to cut weekly grocery bills, save money, and eat healthy.
1. GO for  the Basics
Basic foods such as fruit and vegetables, 
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