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He was adamant about not playing sports. Even though he seemed early on to have an ear for music, that interest seems to have dwindled. When I tried to sign him up for karate, he freaked out because he thought I wanted to take him to a place so kids could kick him and karate chop him, and he had to</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/KpHHAccnEvA/scouting-we-will-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KtrLwUVkw1A/Sso2aC8UrUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Bz-_gWK_Gjg/s72-c/camp-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/KpHHAccnEvA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/10/scouting-we-will-go.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-5172597602046190860</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 05:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-03T23:00:50.020-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life with Little Boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">San Diego Life</category><title>All Aboard!</title><atom:summary>Luka has become quite the train aficionado lately. He discovered a friend's Thomas trains and little tracks and he hasn't looked back since. I got him a little set of used Thomas trains.He likes watching that insanely boring show on TV, but I have to admit it is completely and utterly adorable to see him hooking up train cars, huddled over his tracks and moving his trains around making little </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/-_fd8wmkc9M/all-aboard.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SidfKHjJW4I/AAAAAAAAC5g/NgkO3lbqQKw/s72-c/Steam+Train+Boys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/-_fd8wmkc9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-aboard.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-3477409540879874942</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-24T22:04:42.458-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life with Little Boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luka</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mouths of Babes</category><title>Not Clear On The Concept</title><atom:summary>Today, Noah became very frustrated with Luka about something and started saying some very mean and hurtful words. I told him that that kind of talk was not acceptable in our family, and so he stomped off to go draw a picture for Luka to show him his feelings since he was not allowed to do so verbally. He brings the drawing to Luka and presents it.Noah: Here, Luka, this is for you.Luka: For me?</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/2cyVSwPSnwg/not-clear-on-concept.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/Shomie6scUI/AAAAAAAAC44/835B6tWKfoA/s72-c/Luka%27s+Evil+Chicken+Picture.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/2cyVSwPSnwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-clear-on-concept.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-9125425238099310892</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T11:28:18.567-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luka</category><title>Interview with Luka</title><atom:summary>Okay, so it's Luka's turn. He is a bit behind Ethan in language skills. Pretty good at saying what he wants to say, but not the greatest at comprehending what is said to him. I had to ask him some of these questions in different wording. And this interview was done in about three different sittings because he was a bit frustrated. But it's darn cute.1. What is something mommy always says to you?(</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/wsZfZAZ5ShQ/interview-with-luka.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SgsQ8RLazGI/AAAAAAAACjA/TuN-oJfFp3w/s72-c/Luka+and+Animal+Parade.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/wsZfZAZ5ShQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/05/interview-with-luka.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-3382345838635471693</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 06:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-11T23:26:10.529-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ethan</category><title>Interview With Ethan</title><atom:summary>Well, I did this "interview your kids meme" with Noah the other week, and so I thought I would give it a go with Ethan next. Ethan is 3 and 1/3 right now. His language skills finally took a jump forward after lagging for awhile, so its kind of fun chatting with him now. Here goes:1. What is something mommy always says to you?Eat.2. What makes mommy happy?Play blocks!3. What makes mommy sad?Draw </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/IsChscEwApg/interview-with-ethan.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SgkWdOI9khI/AAAAAAAACi4/99vXij4yfkc/s72-c/Ethan+in+Tunnel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/IsChscEwApg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/05/interview-with-ethan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-5815262691346586368</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2009 07:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-05T00:17:49.370-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Wide World</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo Essay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mama</category><title>Zen and the Art of Peaceful Coexistance: or My Education on the History and Future of Israel in 3 Easy Lessons.</title><atom:summary>The other weekend we were lucky enough to play host to my father's cousin Elana and her husband David for a few days while the stopped in San Diego during his book tour.Elana and David Wesley live in Israel, having moved there (as newlyweds in their early 20s) to live on a kibbutz in the early 1950's, in the very early years of Israel's nationhood. Their kibbutz was on land near a village that </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/51gD2UQINyw/zen-and-art-of-peaceful-coexistance-or.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/Sf_aFeMMNBI/AAAAAAAACiQ/eGnfFZbqfLE/s72-c/Wesley+Pics-6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/51gD2UQINyw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/05/zen-and-art-of-peaceful-coexistance-or.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-8314987088103804720</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2009 21:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T11:05:17.502-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mama</category><title>Interview With Noah</title><atom:summary>I found a meme that some of my blog friends have been doing where you ask your kids interview questions and write down their answers word for word. I might try this one with the twins as well, but here is Noah's interview.1. What is something mommy always says to you?Time to go to bed! Time to go to bed!2. What makes mommy happy?My love.3. What makes mommy sad?My little brothers keep having </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/FOtmZdI2NJk/interview-with-noah.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SftqOvuyJjI/AAAAAAAACgU/NCva5EE5oLI/s72-c/Noah+making+reindeer+face.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/FOtmZdI2NJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/interview-with-noah.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-152125622431354907</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2009 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-28T23:15:38.890-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>What Makes This Night Different From All Other Nights? (It could be the Easter Eggs)</title><atom:summary>So, if I showed you photos from a holiday that feels like it was weeks ago, would it hold your interest?Okay, I confess, this post is mostly for the Grandmothers so get over it! Right after the holidays I had some house guests for a few days, and spent a few days preparing for them, so the holiday post went on hiatus.Michael and I come from mixed backgrounds so we tend to celebrate both Jewish </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/6HZjNsjPLuA/what-makes-this-night-different-from.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SffrSA4qBBI/AAAAAAAACgE/p8akFGI4zIM/s72-c/Gus+at+head+of+table.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/6HZjNsjPLuA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-makes-this-night-different-from.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-6365919129900448931</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2009 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-16T14:20:14.001-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life with Little Boys</category><title>My Little Tech Geek</title><atom:summary>We've found that we have had to limit Noah's time on the computer because he has discovered Super Mario Brothers and has become a bit addicted to playing it.Okay. A LOT addicted to playing it.But he recently found a downloadable program online that allows him to build actual Mario games, with different levels and such. I think this is actually pretty educational as he can figure out, as he plays </atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7dc6b6cd9bad9c4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/g4GR2gPG814/my-little-tech-geek.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/g4GR2gPG814" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-little-tech-geek.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-2723184767359127893</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2009 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-09T23:42:04.735-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Twins</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life with Little Boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>Returning to Manageable</title><atom:summary>Noah is out of school for the next month.With his high level of energy and wild pendulum swinging between Most Lovable Kid Ever and the Constantly Screaming Rudeboy, having him home for vacation can either be easier (no carpool to interrupt our day!) to much harder (trying to put out three fires at a time instead of the usual two, while cleaning house, and trying to make life entertaining and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/aXik0c1Bphw/returning-to-manageable.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/Sd7nCRMgRRI/AAAAAAAACfE/1LVFNDOlcsE/s72-c/09-Apr07-0003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/aXik0c1Bphw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/04/returning-to-manageable.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-6174014225904246120</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-27T12:06:40.981-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Video</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogworld</category><title>Balance</title><atom:summary>I've been having a bit of an internal tug of war lately.I've been feeling a bit guilty about the amount of time I spend writing this blog about my family (and reading other blogs) versus the time I spend, you know... spending time with my family.I purposefully took a little break from both (a little cold turkey), and found that once the cycle was broken, I didn't feel the need to keep up with all</atom:summary><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81e5edf5f770da7e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dbe281fd29c2da6b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/c9PkQgFRi-o/balance.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/c9PkQgFRi-o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/balance.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-974204035901204457</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Mar 2009 16:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-06T08:22:41.299-08:00</atom:updated><title>Step Away From the Technology!</title><atom:summary>On the topic of getting our children to turn off the TV, the computer game and the XBox and just go outside and PLAY, I thought I would share with you this video of a commercial for a laundry detergent from Europe. It's a good illustration for yesterday's post of getting back to nature.Enjoy!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/oWQxKxSeUNA/step-away-from-technology.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/oWQxKxSeUNA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/step-away-from-technology.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-7616696925692066067</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-04T23:24:38.252-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Being a Mom</category><title>Last Child in the Woods</title><atom:summary>When you were a kid, did you have that special place you would go, somewhere in nature, back when kids were allowed to roam free without telling their parents EXACTLY where they were going? A place where you felt you belonged, a place you claimed as your own? A place in the woods? The edge of a creek? A great climbing-tree? A large bush, even, with a hole you could crawl into and hide?Do you </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/vIGSNyIVYlI/last-child-in-woods.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/Sa4edi7Pt5I/AAAAAAAACcU/Z3mUmATcEfM/s72-c/Luka+in+canyon+-+orange+shirt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/vIGSNyIVYlI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-child-in-woods.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-5821330882392847736</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Mar 2009 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-03T23:34:00.776-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>Happy Birthday, Big Brother</title><atom:summary>Today is the 45th birthday of my brother, David. It kind of freaks me out that he and I are now firmly entrenched in our 40's. It probably freaks my parents out even more.I want to thank David for sticking by me all these years... for letting me hang out with him and his friends in the backyard, even if I always ended up hurt and crying after a rough game of "Smear the Queer" (not that there is </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/Gr53Ivz99NA/happy-birthday-big-brother.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/Sa4ucT8N8YI/AAAAAAAACc8/DM1IPSf2WBE/s72-c/David+Karen+1967.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/Gr53Ivz99NA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-big-brother.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-4448171459457762696</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-25T23:16:42.913-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Reviews (Solicited)</category><title>A Review: The Yummie Tummie Tank Top</title><atom:summary>As most of you know, I am the mom to three boys. And while I am pretty slim compared to a lot of folks, my belly got pretty stretched out when I was pregnant with the twins. I worked hard to lose much of the weight, but there is a good amount of belly flab that a doctor (the hubby) has told me may never go away even with a million ab crunches, because the skin is so stretched out.     (Okay, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/4LF7Z442PnE/review-yummie-tummie-tank-top.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SaY_Xhu_OlI/AAAAAAAACac/qt081tcsSkw/s72-c/my+shirt.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/4LF7Z442PnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/review-yummie-tummie-tank-top.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-4458899680613874314</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-13T09:50:24.279-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>This Is The Dawning!</title><atom:summary>Do you sometimes feel like rolling your eyes on Valentine's Day; forced to express the love you feel everyday with some sort of heart shaped cardboard? Well, consider this...According to cosmologist Jude Currivan, at dawn on this Valentine's day, the stars and planets will move into the alignment expressed in the song Age of Aquarius/Let The Sunshine In.In her words:"At dawn on 14th February the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/pT15MJsBSbk/this-is-dawning_358.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/pT15MJsBSbk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-dawning_358.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-8137725753159204806</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 06:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-29T23:08:08.557-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Writing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mama</category><title>25 Things</title><atom:summary>Over on facebook, there is a wave of people doing a "25 Random Things About Me" meme, and I have been having so much fun reading all my friends' lists. Most of them have tagged me since you are "supposed" to tag 25 people. I often ignore this kind of peer pressure, but I could use some blog fodder, and I figured if I am going to write that much about myself, I am sure as heck going to make it a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/c25mUWV2opk/25-things.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SYKmwzgAtxI/AAAAAAAACZk/TzfbIeDxqUI/s72-c/Noah+breakfast+ohm.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/c25mUWV2opk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-things.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-6247023706909833843</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-22T10:00:48.796-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Photo Essay</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blessings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mama</category><title>Old Friends. My Bookends.</title><atom:summary>It's been hard to make friends since I moved to San Diego, and lately, I keep getting bombarded with blogs and movies and comments about women who are soooo happy to be surrounded and supported by a circle of good women. I want that for myself so much, that all this in-your-face warm fuzziness dangled in front of me is almost like being cruelly teased.I have met some wonderful women since moving </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/xGpySZsaiCM/old-friends-my-bookends.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SXikmhg7wmI/AAAAAAAACWQ/kzt7KI4EUpI/s72-c/Karen+Carla+and+me+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/xGpySZsaiCM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/old-friends-my-bookends.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-982353215264904078</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2009 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-17T08:15:33.679-08:00</atom:updated><title>Yes We Dance!</title><atom:summary>I am loving this song! Get up, dance and celebrate the new presidency! Wooooot!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/OUZHxxS6Sn8/yes-we-did.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/OUZHxxS6Sn8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-we-did.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-3763417943011747774</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jan 2009 22:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-16T15:14:24.362-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The 'Net</category><title>A Tale of Three Computers</title><atom:summary>So, you know how I said that it was hard for me to get online lately what with visitors who also have email to check and three children who have suddenly become enamored of computer video games? Well, it all just got a little worse.We have been having a grand time with my parents here, doing lots of cool touristy things. You can read about it here on my Mom's blog. But I have all these photos I </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/B9xQ4Fxk_vE/tale-of-three-computers.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SXERcfqDktI/AAAAAAAACTY/xtn-evx8uys/s72-c/surprise.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/B9xQ4Fxk_vE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/tale-of-three-computers.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-3844306865981763591</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jan 2009 06:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T23:19:57.513-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life with Little Boys</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Being a Mom</category><title>Someone's Been Sitting in MY Chair!</title><atom:summary>It's vacation time again! And I don't even have to travel!My parents have arrived for their bi-yearly visit, and have settled in nicely. I get to act like a tourist in my own town. It's nice to have a good kick-in-the-butt to get out and about with and without the kids.We've done a little hiking in the canyons, done a little browsing through the art galleries...Getting online to TELL you about it</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/uRlkprwczQo/someones-been-sitting-in-my-chair.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SWmcV4o2GjI/AAAAAAAACTQ/31WSx1RBQMw/s72-c/Dad+Mom+Luka.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/uRlkprwczQo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/someones-been-sitting-in-my-chair.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-4913404363861086833</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jan 2009 08:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T00:49:20.451-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mouths of Babes</category><title>To Pass The Time</title><atom:summary>I started reading Noah some longer chapter books from The Magic Treehouse series. He is really enjoying them. They are about this brother and sister who find a treehouse that takes them to different places in time. They visit the dinosaurs or the ancient Egyptians or bury pirate treasure or visit a medieval castle.I told him that by next year, reading would get easier and easier and his reading </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/ZW0C4whqd4o/to-pass-time.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SWMasl9ZyFI/AAAAAAAACTI/v7cCJjofOQg/s72-c/reading+with+mima.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/ZW0C4whqd4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-pass-time.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-281064387978606060</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T09:18:36.923-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Blogworld</category><title>Down Came the Rain</title><atom:summary>Okay. I just had to share this really funny blog post.Especially for those who need a laugh in these tough economic times.Click on over.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/VBX2-1fdwyw/down-came-rain.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SWDu28EMpZI/AAAAAAAACTA/kSj0rYO1kqk/s72-c/spider-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/VBX2-1fdwyw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/down-came-rain.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-4041773471420229655</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T00:21:55.648-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life at Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Milestones</category><title>Soup Is Good Food</title><atom:summary>My eldest son ate soup for lunch today.I know a lot of you are going, "yeah... okay... this is gonna be one of those blogposts about the minutia in her life, I guess".My mom is probably getting up off the floor because she fell out of her chair.See, my eldest is one of those kids with food... shall we say... ISSUES? Yes, food issues. He eats only about seven things and has for quite some time.He </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/0dGCUDML2fc/soup-is-good-food.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SWBwSt8SRBI/AAAAAAAACSw/cT3c683uFtk/s72-c/Noah+playing+Skeeball.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/0dGCUDML2fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/soup-is-good-food.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1930052491138639118.post-7205447681810461113</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T22:16:29.490-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life at Home</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Holidays</category><title>Just Another Auld Lang Syne</title><atom:summary>I have to say, I am a wee bit disappointed.It's New Year's Eve and my hubby and I are staying in. The kids asleep in their beds with visions of noisemakers and 2009 glasses in their heads. And I am okay with that.At 9pm we flip on the TV to see the New Yorker's enjoying their countdown and give a perfunctory kiss to each other as a nod to the "us that used to live in the eastern time zone". The </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~3/2-sx_q_YwCk/i-have-to-say-i-am-wee-bit-disappointed.html</link><author>shamalamamama@gmail.com (Shama-Lama Mama)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r3IDIPcoryM/SV2vga2BoZI/AAAAAAAACSg/a64Fg3C_Zlw/s72-c/Noah+with+sparkler.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShamaLamaMama/~4/2-sx_q_YwCk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shamalamamama.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-to-say-i-am-wee-bit-disappointed.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
