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Now I am a secretary.&lt;br&gt;I guess I'm on the mommy track.</description><link>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/OnTheMommyTrack" /><feedburner:info uri="onthemommytrack" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-3756495938624050649</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-02T11:07:57.249-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">unemployment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stay at home parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">balance</category><title>“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.” - G B Shaw</title><atom:summary>I feel like I should file this under "be careful what you wish for."If you read this blog, you know my ambivilant feelings about being a working parent. How I have trouble with the balance between working and mothering, and how I often wished I could spend less time working and more time with my child.Well, I got my wish.  My job was eliminated at the end of September, just about three weeks </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/D2X0F0WFPMc/beware-of-false-knowledge-it-is-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/D2X0F0WFPMc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/12/beware-of-false-knowledge-it-is-more.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-2871620202247989794</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 17:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-30T13:59:16.353-04:00</atom:updated><title>In search of adventure</title><atom:summary>In search of adventureOriginally uploaded by anastasiavWe are getting my son ready for his first day of Kindergarten, which is next week (Thursday the 8th).He has new clothes, a new backpack, a lunchbox and a thermos and a water-bottle that all match.This is his last week at his preschool, and every morning we talk about "this is your last Monday at preschool" "this is your last Tuesday at </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/cHZqlMDaI54/in-search-of-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6074/6093435389_9e3c2c67e9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/cHZqlMDaI54" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-search-of-adventure.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-6392634333757617801</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-22T12:48:14.279-04:00</atom:updated><title>"A city is a large community where people are lonesome together." -
H.Prochnow</title><atom:summary>Splashing at the ParkOriginally uploaded by anastasiavYou probably already know it's been amazingly hot here the last few days (likely it is where you are, too."  Last night, when it was still in the high 90's at 5 pm, I gave up. I picked my son up from daycare, fed hm the leftover strawberries and carrots from his lunch as his dinner, got him a hot fudge sundae, and we went to the park.We're </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/n3lal9jCVcc/city-is-large-community-where-people.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5963802587_569027efb5_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/n3lal9jCVcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/city-is-large-community-where-people.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-3716172984694169883</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 16:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-21T12:45:46.347-04:00</atom:updated><title>“Normal is not something to aspire to, it's something to get away from.” - J Foster</title><atom:summary>Cute child is cuteOriginally uploaded by anastasiavWhy I can't stop reading Mormon housewife blogs (via Slate)I honestly thought it was just me.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/nix8LPIQods/normal-is-not-something-to-aspire-to-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6150/5960647885_401ce4fa0c_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/nix8LPIQods" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/07/normal-is-not-something-to-aspire-to-it.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-8873489221912141055</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jun 2011 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-20T15:28:11.677-04:00</atom:updated><title>Snoozer</title><atom:summary>SnoozerOriginally uploaded by anastasiavThere is a very interesting conversation going on at Slate (starting, actually, with this post on Babble) about a) who is buying the surprise internet best-seller Go the F**k to Sleep, and b) about how the book may have been less of a hit if the narrator were the mom rather than the dad.As the parent of a sleep-challenged child, I'm right with KJ - I saw </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/dBb4gqhZxPo/snoozer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/5146027265_ef3b88afb1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/dBb4gqhZxPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/06/snoozer.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-2474072867960028813</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Mar 2011 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-10T17:54:51.422-05:00</atom:updated><title>“If you done it, it ain't bragging.” - Whitman</title><atom:summary>Fat Bat Hat CatOriginally uploaded by anastasiavYes, this is me, the mommyblogger, just bragging about my child.He loves to spell.  He plays with his magnetic letters on a magnet board, with letters from an alphabet puzzle, with alphabet and spelling games on my phone, with any letters he can get his hands one.  "Just let me spell one more word" is a frequent request before bed or a meal.I'm just</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/-q-b2fpR7gU/if-you-done-it-it-ain-bragging-whitman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5099/5515340703_6a6d10f0d1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/-q-b2fpR7gU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-you-done-it-it-ain-bragging-whitman.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-2194166709445288558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2011 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-08T21:12:51.152-05:00</atom:updated><title>Eight Hours for What We Will!</title><atom:summary>Minnesota Woman's Labor Union buttonOriginally uploaded by Minnesota Historical SocietyDriving home tonight (well after 7 pm) at the end of an eleven hour day I caught a little bit of an interview about the history of Unions on NPR's Fresh Air.Not surprisingly, the history of the eight hour day caught my attention."ight Hours for Work, Eight Hours for Rest, Eight Hours for What We Will!" was the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/6v5MSOG4igo/eight-hours-for-what-we-will.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5012/5489177640_77c7293689_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/6v5MSOG4igo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/03/eight-hours-for-what-we-will.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-6622381766485570220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-22T08:56:36.354-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Writing Is On The Cheese</title><atom:summary>The Writing Is On The CheeseOriginally uploaded by anastasiavThese tiny letter-shaped cookie cutters are one of the best investments I've ever made.  My son loves finding his name written in cheese as part of his lunch.  (And "star cheese," too!)I'm sorry I haven't been around much.  Over the past several weeks my work-life balance has been out of whack and I've sort of turned into one of those </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/Rk5u5zRZazw/writing-is-on-cheese.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5257/5468366794_38319d7333_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/Rk5u5zRZazw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/02/writing-is-on-cheese.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-2000989961517970838</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Jan 2011 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-09T14:08:09.742-05:00</atom:updated><title>“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that
you can't utter.”</title><atom:summary>V Day Card 3Originally uploaded by anastasiavWe're watching this Sesame Street video (Diane Schuur singing a song called From Your Head), which includes the lyric "The Song Came From My Head"E shakes his head.  "That's not right," he says, "songs come from your heart, not your head."And so they do.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/EG1hs0G5geo/one-of-hardest-things-in-life-is-having.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2730/4347088175_952ddf4505_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/EG1hs0G5geo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-hardest-things-in-life-is-having.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-7181481449267407238</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 23:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-01-07T17:19:35.095-05:00</atom:updated><title>When you judge another, you do not define them, you define yourself. - W Dyer</title><atom:summary>E found some glasses....Originally uploaded by anastasiavOver the holidays, my Sister In Law announced that they are having a baby (the second grandchild! a cousin for E!) and the entire table fell into a conversation about the typical parenting things - cloth vs. disposable, breast vs. bottle, "back in my day" from the older ladies, and a short retelling of the story of E's very quick, birth </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/_y8WmriA69w/when-you-judge-another-you-do-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5201/5290657252_832b48ec55_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/_y8WmriA69w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-you-judge-another-you-do-not.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-8842504729444928093</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 22:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-28T17:03:40.369-05:00</atom:updated><title>"Even as an adult I find it difficult to sleep on Christmas Eve."
~Carrie Latet</title><atom:summary>Christmas MorningOriginally uploaded by anastasiavI have had a week and a bit at home, vacation extended by a Monday snowstorm that kept us all in the house and in our PJs for the entire day.I have had a week of travel, of late nights and early mornings, of working side by side with my husband, of wrapping, of baking, of cooking, of greeting guests and being hosted.  I have had, in short, a week </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/uv2X37fr8yo/as-adult-i-find-it-difficult-to-sleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5126/5290850863_391886119a_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/uv2X37fr8yo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-adult-i-find-it-difficult-to-sleep.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-5573742420212308728</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2010 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-17T14:34:02.256-05:00</atom:updated><title>"This is the message of Christmas: We are never alone."  - T Caldwell</title><atom:summary>Wrapping BlissOriginally uploaded by anastasiavHere's a photo "from the archives" for you (E playing in the ripped up wrapping paper, Christmas 2007), and a few links.Have a great weekend!Dr. Mom "An Ivy-League-educated stay-at-home mom tells the truth about "the mommy track"MotherstylesYou need to know a little bit about MBTI personality types to get this, but its an interesting article about </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/BjqFoi11JTU/wrapping-bliss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/2200119088_764516d991_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/BjqFoi11JTU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/wrapping-bliss.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-4162051831670290899</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-16T13:04:45.758-05:00</atom:updated><title>"Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm
and harmony. " T Merton</title><atom:summary>Christmas 2010Originally uploaded by anastasiavMy boss said to me this morning “I think I’m more excited for your Christmas than I am for my own.”  You see, this year, for the first time as a working adult, I’m taking the week before Christmas totally off.  I’m going to bake cookies and go shopping (and continue to send E to preschool at least three days that week, so I can actually get things </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/1yiuQzcxR4k/is-not-matter-of-intensity-but-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5288/5258047566_ded097cde9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/1yiuQzcxR4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-not-matter-of-intensity-but-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-7661902905617244761</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-15T10:29:00.438-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bedtime</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discipline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">injury</category><title>"Empathy is the most radical of human emotions." - G Steinem</title><atom:summary>Anyone who tells you that all children naturally have empathy is lying.E frequently injures me.  Perhaps it is because he is a bouncy boy and I am a short-sighted adult with slow reflexes, but whatever the reason, its not at all unusual for his head to connect with my nose or face in such a way as to cause me searing, searing pain.   While I was working at my former place of employment, my facial</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/l2VeXQDd7Oc/empathy-is-most-radical-of-human.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/l2VeXQDd7Oc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/empathy-is-most-radical-of-human.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-5670217117879172894</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-14T19:28:20.985-05:00</atom:updated><title>Christmas Bat</title><atom:summary>Christmas BatOriginally uploaded by FurryscalyWe've had these sorts of adventures before.Last night, E was sitting on the stairs, weeping because he didn't get a movie before supper and now it was bedtime, when suddenly Josh says, firmly but loudly, "Take E upstairs to his room and shut the door. Now." Something in his father's voice snapped E to attention and we both ran up the stairs and made </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/VCbEUZOrjio/christmas-bat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/213/497565825_f37570181a_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/VCbEUZOrjio" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-bat.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-4354770433430930547</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2010 19:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-08T14:59:26.395-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">star wars</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pop culture</category><title>"The Talk"</title><atom:summary>As a quick follow up on Monday's post that touches on the lack of Star Wars in my son's life (and my conflict about it), I offer you this, from Wired:  Have You Had “The Talk” With Your Kids? No, the Other Talk.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/L3dq9LLH2Gk/talk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/L3dq9LLH2Gk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/talk.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-4509703287472498236</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Dec 2010 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-08T12:55:16.865-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stay at home parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lennon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fathers</category><title>"I can hardly wait to see you come of age.  But I guess we'll just both have to be patient."</title><atom:summary>John Lennon, Yoko Ono &amp; Sean, NYC, 1975Originally uploaded by rising70"He didn't come out of my belly, but my God, I've made his bones, because I've attended to every meal, and how he sleeps, and the fact that he swims like a fish because I took him to the ocean. I'm so proud of all those things. But he is my biggest pride."I was going to write about something else today (about our tree, actually</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/bH0rdmUoW_4/i-can-hardly-wait-to-see-you-come-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/3995653289_ac52306229_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/bH0rdmUoW_4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-can-hardly-wait-to-see-you-come-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-2994307145007928551</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Dec 2010 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-07T14:30:01.217-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i hate you</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">eydrops</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medical</category><title>“I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.” - Pope John XXIII</title><atom:summary>Eye - pinkOriginally uploaded by Danny MoSo, yeah, the eyedrops.Last Wednesday E was diagnosed with conjunctivitis, and ear infection, and a sinus infection.  He was utterly miserable.  Eye drops are part of the fix to this.  Unfortunately, the eye drops administration process may, in fact, be worse that the issue its curing.We tried just, you know, asking him.  We tried bribing him with cookies.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/Tqc3AecQ1aM/i-have-looked-into-your-eyes-with-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2215/2266342437_ce56e972c2_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/Tqc3AecQ1aM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-looked-into-your-eyes-with-my.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-6164804294203996587</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Dec 2010 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-06T12:33:00.443-05:00</atom:updated><title>"I ought to clobber you" - Lucy van Pelt</title><atom:summary>A Charlie Brown ChristmasOriginally uploaded by Anthony Cain ©We have a number of friends with kids E's age or slightly older, and almost all those kids know far more about pop culture than E does.  Particularly Star Wars, for some reason.Despite being steeped -- and I do mean steeped in pop culture, though (particularly Star Wars) somehow we have managed to keep E shielded from the bulk of it.  </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/-S68ZU-xvNA/ought-to-clobber-you-lucy-van-pelt_06.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5204/5231935722_5d4002ee61_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/-S68ZU-xvNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/ought-to-clobber-you-lucy-van-pelt_06.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-7980652572800451276</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Dec 2010 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-03T22:36:11.744-05:00</atom:updated><title>As soon as tradition has come to be recognized as tradition, it is
dead. - A. Bloom</title><atom:summary>Evan in the WoodsOriginally uploaded by anastasiavEvery Thanksgiving weekend, since before you were born, we have a tradition.  My mother, Josh and I (and now E with us) go walking through the woods at the farm where I grew up and gather greens to decorate my mother's house.  In a typical year we'll haul home two small trees and three or four 55 gallon bags full of assorted greenery.This year I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/weNj2pEFvw0/as-soon-as-tradition-has-come-to-be.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5166/5230091661_4d4ca8af56_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/weNj2pEFvw0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/12/as-soon-as-tradition-has-come-to-be.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-8051251571511926696</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 19:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-24T14:06:47.022-05:00</atom:updated><title>Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone. ~G.B. Stern</title><atom:summary>TurkeyOriginally uploaded by anastasiav"The Pilgrims made seven times more graves than huts. No Americans have been more impoverished than these who, nevertheless, set aside a day of thanksgiving."H. U. Westermayer"The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/Z_pjU_Y2r2M/silent-gratitude-isn-much-use-to-anyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2729/4168144222_1028bfa5f5_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/Z_pjU_Y2r2M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/11/silent-gratitude-isn-much-use-to-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-4743529036406494964</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2010 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-23T13:30:00.317-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reading</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">preschool</category><title>"You send a boy to school in order to make friends - the right sort. " - V Woolfe</title><atom:summary>PreschoolOriginally uploaded by anastasiavSo, preschool.Last Monday I took E in for his first "orientation" day at his new preschool.  Preschool is more like a school than not.  They have a weekly theme, daily chores, lots of outside play but also lots of practice of things like taking turns, sitting still, etc.We got there at 8:45.  He played on the playground with the other kids until it was </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/6kiGzgJzbmk/send-boy-to-school-in-order-to-make.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5183107412_2f1509aa87_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/6kiGzgJzbmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/11/send-boy-to-school-in-order-to-make.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-6850198179141710611</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2010 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-22T14:40:31.144-05:00</atom:updated><title>“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn't happen at once.” - Einstein</title><atom:summary>EvanOriginally uploaded by anastasiavSome weeks stretch on for ever.  Other weeks, its hard to find time to eat, or go to the bathroom.  Last week was one of the latter.  My job is one of those jobs where its feast or famine.  We have certain times when we are overloaded with work, and other times when we're casting about for something to do.  Last week three giant projects all came due at </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/FhUE7vtg3ws/only-reason-for-time-is-so-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/5172816028_f74f37a6c1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/FhUE7vtg3ws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-reason-for-time-is-so-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-4105401863918972382</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2010 21:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-12T16:56:43.582-05:00</atom:updated><title>Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a
damn. - G Vidal</title><atom:summary>baby and momOriginally uploaded by kasiQNot much going on here.  Get up, go to work, get home, get hugs, eat supper, go to sleep.  Rinse and repeat.I did get to watch E's swim lesson for the first time last night, which was fine.  He made it across the pool himself, with help from a floatie.  Josh has to be away all day Saturday so its just E and me -- and my mother, which should make E very </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/aBTmBH6HwPQ/style-is-knowing-who-you-are-what-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4634574885_c6100d3617_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/aBTmBH6HwPQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/11/style-is-knowing-who-you-are-what-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1901979713345337566.post-2013802006874655061</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2010 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-10T17:01:13.277-05:00</atom:updated><title>"Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves." - C Jung</title><atom:summary>The Fultz Quadruplets Go To School- Jet Magazine, March 5, 1953Originally uploaded by vieilles_annoncesDaddytypes today had a link to this very interesting and informative blog post about some children known as the Fultz Quadruplets.The four Fultz girls -- identical quadruplets -- were born in 1946 to parents Pete and Annie Mae, who already had six children.  Pete was a tenant farmer.  Annie Mae </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~3/BvodD9K9VbI/that-irritates-us-about-others-can-lead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (anastasiav)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1128/1199341329_7cb937af6b_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OnTheMommyTrack/~4/BvodD9K9VbI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://onthemtrack.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-irritates-us-about-others-can-lead.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

