<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443682630087032473</id><updated>2024-09-09T04:00:52.891+10:00</updated><category term="children"/><category term="depression"/><category term="memories"/><category term="memory jars"/><category term="photos"/><category term="scrap booking"/><title type='text'>Realistic in Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>A realistic take on life and everything it throws at you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realisticinreality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443682630087032473/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realisticinreality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HailS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932436202883847156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2bemvQuw7cCzxv8DPq_YWXR0M6TmTmerKj8XN_JfDLgYSmYtLRImJUICXdkhRwzJdC1OXroO4fQTruXmTeGGLNEf310SG5IKg6vfaJ10w2_rsU_svSOyd0qEfXEvlCE/s220/depressed-housewife.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-443682630087032473.post-3837735948623198470</id><published>2012-01-14T21:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T21:29:05.204+11:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memories"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memory jars"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scrap booking"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;How many memories do you have of your childhood? How many photo albums did your mum create? Do you wish&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;could pass the memories on to your children from when it actually happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to go about it:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I was recently reading a post from a blog called&amp;nbsp;mum-ment; &lt;a href=&quot;http://hecallsmemummii.blogspot.com/2012/01/keeping-memories-2012.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Keeping Memories - 2012&lt;/a&gt;. As I was reading this wonderful and inspiring post I realised that there have been many precious moments that have happened that&amp;nbsp;I have forgotten in the&amp;nbsp;grind of everyday life. I don&#39;t want 10-15 years to pass and my girls don&#39;t have any well remembered funny moments; and lets face it having children in the house means there are many. But how can you capture the memories in a way that it will do them justice in&amp;nbsp;years to come...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;PHOTO MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsh5_6qK5RtarUl654AoHmTDwHP3khBYVqv7qjLcD7TnqHtK7Kh7EBU2WxuX4OHDMYrXdLsU4tpwVPQDzIQSBO8FXOxQUtivILdWICrVonn0IV9zM5L-VWkpymqdspG0gpNcYfVvA7j8Y/s1600/digital-picture-frame-mp3-player.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;188&quot; kba=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsh5_6qK5RtarUl654AoHmTDwHP3khBYVqv7qjLcD7TnqHtK7Kh7EBU2WxuX4OHDMYrXdLsU4tpwVPQDzIQSBO8FXOxQUtivILdWICrVonn0IV9zM5L-VWkpymqdspG0gpNcYfVvA7j8Y/s200/digital-picture-frame-mp3-player.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pinterest.com/pin/217650594461118213/&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;In this digital age there really isn&#39;t a problem with having too little photos. I am worse than an Asian tourist when it comes to taking photos of my girls. My husband complains that I take about 10 photos for every pose; you have a better chance of a good photo that way!&amp;nbsp;The only&amp;nbsp;issue with digital photos are that they are&amp;nbsp;stuck on the computer, while it is&amp;nbsp;convenient enough to get them printed it can be a little&amp;nbsp;pricey, especially if you take photos like me. One simple and somewhat considered old school now is a digital photo frame, which is a great way to display my many many photos without the expense of printing them and buying frames. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But what about the everyday memories? Let&#39;s face it, no ones memory is perfect and with multiple children you can never remember dates and ages for each perfectly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;EVERYDAY MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Having a 3 year old and 1 year old means that there is a lot of humour in our house that can not be captured in a photo, and you can never find the video camera&amp;nbsp;in time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZCU-8zaTltZ7lb6B_CDJxjV0Qr2sW-TFFiaPVw27OToAZ0hsJSvncSJXDyQBgcwDJT7cdPTSUvSSxXnMfL1QxLGjElVp8LFfsfWChXtmOVanDjLmaUcRCJy7d-WeZEtpU9Yju3TIYmI/s1600/31hyTB9EEtL__SL500_AA300_.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; kba=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCZCU-8zaTltZ7lb6B_CDJxjV0Qr2sW-TFFiaPVw27OToAZ0hsJSvncSJXDyQBgcwDJT7cdPTSUvSSxXnMfL1QxLGjElVp8LFfsfWChXtmOVanDjLmaUcRCJy7d-WeZEtpU9Yju3TIYmI/s200/31hyTB9EEtL__SL500_AA300_.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;When I had miss 3 my Auntie gave me a wonderful book called &quot;Mother&#39;s Memories - For my Daughter&quot; which is a book you can write things about your own childhood as well as their childhood that you can pass onto them as a sentimental gift at their 21st. This is one way to go about preserving the childhood experiences, but you&amp;nbsp;tent to be&amp;nbsp;limited to what you put in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS;&quot;&gt;I love the idea of scrap booking, which can easily incorporate both photo memories and little stories here and there. The only problem is&amp;nbsp;I do not have a crafty bone in my body as well as the cost of it, after all we are a family of four living on one wage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What if you could pretty up an old glass jar with the kids and as the memorable phrases and experience happen, jot them down on a peice of paper with a few details as date and the child and place them in the jar? It would serve two purposes; 1. You are&amp;nbsp;capturing&amp;nbsp;the memory as it happens to ad to a journal or memory book at a later date and 2. something you can reflex on when you are feeling down, stressed or&amp;nbsp;just annoyed&amp;nbsp;at those amazingly beautiful children of yours. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I fell pregnant with my first child just after&amp;nbsp;I turned 25. After an easy pregnancy where&amp;nbsp;I was constantly on cloud nine&amp;nbsp;I had a beautiful daughter and came crashing down with a healthy dose of post natal depression.&amp;nbsp;My mood began to lift at around the time of my daughters 1st birthday. I&amp;nbsp;fell pregnant again at 27 and suffered from prenatal depression and post natal after the birth of our second daughter. I have my medication at a comfortable level and am coping with the demands of a mother and housewife enough that I have decided to create a blog of my day to day joys and struggles&amp;nbsp;in the hope that i can help someone else that has been in a similar position to me. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realisticinreality.blogspot.com/feeds/8696964354441902054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realisticinreality.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-background.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443682630087032473/posts/default/8696964354441902054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/443682630087032473/posts/default/8696964354441902054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realisticinreality.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-background.html' title='My Background'/><author><name>HailS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04932436202883847156</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2bemvQuw7cCzxv8DPq_YWXR0M6TmTmerKj8XN_JfDLgYSmYtLRImJUICXdkhRwzJdC1OXroO4fQTruXmTeGGLNEf310SG5IKg6vfaJ10w2_rsU_svSOyd0qEfXEvlCE/s220/depressed-housewife.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>