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and I love it!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3499525810217575170/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Abby @ I Used To Have A Brain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16983169830541375974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>364</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/TheyLendMeTheirHearts" /><feedburner:info uri="theylendmetheirhearts" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGR384eip7ImA9WhRWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3499525810217575170.post-7850223175844860156</id><published>2012-01-07T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:00:26.132-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-07T17:00:26.132-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies" /><title>Baby Products</title><content type="html">I've raised 3 babies of my own, almost gotten through raising 3 toddlers of my own, and taken care of lots of other peoples' babies. &amp;nbsp;During this time I've bought many different infant products for our kids and tried out many more that came in the door with my daycare babies. &amp;nbsp;That said, I've formed some opinions. :o)&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone has their personal preferences, and what is perfect for one baby might not be ideal for another. &amp;nbsp;That said, as a starting point, here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Formula&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: &amp;nbsp;If you are going to use formula, unless your doctor recommends something specific for your specific baby, I recommend starting with a generic brand. &amp;nbsp;We used Up and Up (Target brand) regular iron-fortified formula for our babies. &amp;nbsp;It is exactly the same as Enfamil and costs about $10 less per can! &amp;nbsp;When you are buying several cans per month that adds up fast! &amp;nbsp;The&amp;nbsp;consistency&amp;nbsp;is a little different, the smell is a little different, but the nutritional content is exactly the same. &amp;nbsp;So with all the expenses babies can bring, do yourself a &amp;nbsp;favor and save some dough!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bottles:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Again, if your doctor doesn't advise a specific bottle then here are my thoughts. &amp;nbsp;Babies often don't care what kind of bottle you use, but they often have a preference for nipple shape. &amp;nbsp;Get a couple bottles of the narrow variety and a couple of the wide variety and see what your baby likes better. &amp;nbsp;If your baby likes the narrow kind then I recommend the Gerber bottles pictured above. &amp;nbsp;They are really cheap, easy to clean, and in my opinion just as good as the fancy ones with the vents and the special gizmos that redirect air. &amp;nbsp;If your baby has a bad reflux problem it wouldn't hurt to give a fancy bottle a try, but I wouldn't go out and buy a bunch of them until you know that it will help. &amp;nbsp;The gerber ones are cheap enough that if you are away from home and leave one somewhere, you won't be kicking yourself because you're really only out about a buck or two. &amp;nbsp;The playtex bottles with the drop-in inserts are really nice for clean up, but it's hard to tell exactly how much milk your baby has drank from it unless he or she drinks the whole thing. &amp;nbsp;Might be a good option for a baby that routinely drinks the whole bottle of milk. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Diapers:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;When our babies are newborns I really like the expensive Pampers Swaddlers. &amp;nbsp;They are soft and they have a yellow line down the diaper that turns blue if the baby has peed, which is helpful when they are just born and you are literally counting wet diapers. &amp;nbsp;When they get a little bigger and outgrow the swaddlers we switch to, once again, Up and Up brand. &amp;nbsp;Pampers are nice, but expensive for something that is only going to be worn for a couple hours or less and then pooped in. &amp;nbsp;I don't like Huggies because they seem so rigid to me which appears uncomfortable. &amp;nbsp;Luvs and Up and Up are my favorite diapers to buy. &amp;nbsp;You'll be buying diapers for years so you might as well start saving that money for more important things and give the good-but-inexpensive ones a shot!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Diaper rash cream:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Now this is a category that I have tried the heck out of! &amp;nbsp;I am constantly recommending Desitin Maximum Strength to all my daycare baby's parents. &amp;nbsp;I've tried various ointments,&amp;nbsp;boudreaux's butt paste, burt's bees diaper cream, Desitin creamy, and a wide variety of others. &amp;nbsp;What I've learned is that Desitin Maximum Strength is hands down the only thing worth spending your diaper rash treatment money on! &amp;nbsp;The maximum strength desitin is the same as Desitin Original. &amp;nbsp;Every other kind of rash cream takes at least 4 times as much to gob onto their little rear-ends, and far more applications to work. &amp;nbsp;With the maximum strength stuff you just need a little bit to coat the rash, apply it at each diaper change and the rash is usually gone in about a day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The only negative is that it can sting if the rash is severe. &amp;nbsp;If the rash is severe then skip the desitin until it's healed a little more and then use it. &amp;nbsp;In the mean time try A&amp;amp;D ointment, pictured below. &amp;nbsp;It is a soothing ointment that can be used for not only diaper rashes, but dry-chapped skin in other areas too. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't work very fast to treat a diaper rash, but it can help heal it enough to use the desitin maximum strength. &amp;nbsp;Please do not buy Desitin Creamy... it falls into that category described above that doesn't work... repeat after me... "Creamy is Crap". &amp;nbsp;Desitin Maximum Strength is where it's at!&lt;/div&gt;
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I resolve, in the year 2012, to get super fat. &amp;nbsp;Not in a baby-in-the-belly kind of way, but an ate-too-many-cookies-and-cheese sort of way. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Here's one of the more obnoxious sounding toys that we got for Christmas. &amp;nbsp;Don't get me wrong, he loves it and I'm glad he got it! &amp;nbsp;But I'd be less glad if I couldn't do what I'm showing you next. &amp;nbsp;And you should get some note paper because it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look around for the speaker holes, and cover them with a layer of clear tape. &amp;nbsp;That's it! &amp;nbsp;Usually one layer is enough to turn down the volume without taking the fun of the sounds it makes away. &amp;nbsp;If you looked around our house at noise-making toys, you'll find a lot of them with tape on them. &amp;nbsp;Some are quiet enough on the low setting to not need any tape, but many do. &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night though we had a Christmas dinner with Spencer's dad's relatives&amp;nbsp;about an hour away, which we left for immediately after work and didn't get home until 8:30. &amp;nbsp;We got our sleepy children to bed and collapsed into an exhausted heap on the couch to watch a movie that Spencer had really liked and knew I'd like to. &amp;nbsp;The movie was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1291584/"&gt;Warrior&lt;/a&gt; (click the link to get to the imdb site and click Watch Trailer) which I figured I'd like but had no idea just how much! &amp;nbsp;Warrior unexpectedly jumped to my favorites list! &amp;nbsp;It's thrilling, powerful, has some phenomenal fights, and still manages to tug on the old heart-strings. Tom Hardy's not bad to look at either. You might think because it involves MMA fighters there would be a lot of blood, but if blood makes you a little woozy don't worry, there's not much of it at all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways, after the movie was over it was so late and I was so depleted by the movie that I didn't have anything left to put into cleaning the house. &amp;nbsp;Spence helped me get it a little bit presentable, I got the dishes taken care of, and I went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Of course things were a bit cluttered with toys when my first kiddo arrived at 7:15 but once my kids woke up and after I gave them a few minutes to relax and have breakfast, I put them to work. &amp;nbsp;I told them they needed to have the upstairs picked up all the way and their room cleaned before they could go to the movie they had planned with Nana. &amp;nbsp;That worked great! &amp;nbsp;I was able to feed and change the baby and keep an eye on the 1-yr-olds while they did in 5 minutes what would have taken me 15 (actually more since while I would have been picking up, the toddlers would have been right behind me dumping more toys out.).&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral of the story: See the movie Warrior because it is better than you might think, please and thank you. &amp;nbsp;Also, sometimes it works to your advantage to put off till tomorrow what could be done today... just as long as you've got good little helpers with plans they don't want to miss out on later!&lt;br /&gt;
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Since Sweet Pea was a baby, 10 Christmas's ago, Spencer and I have been trying to fit in our family's Christmas celebration on Christmas morning. &amp;nbsp;But there has never been enough time. &amp;nbsp;We would come downstairs to the tree and our stockings and open our Santa presents. &amp;nbsp;Then we would open our presents to each other. &amp;nbsp;After that we would eat a quick breakfast (though one or two years I made a special breakfast, but it was rushed) and spend the next couple hours getting everyone ready, food for 3 locations ready to go, presents for 3 locations ready to go, and hope we don't forget anything. &amp;nbsp;Then we'd head over to my mom and dad's, second we'd go to my dad's side of the family, and finally spending the evening with Spencer's relatives. &amp;nbsp;It was a long day and very very rushed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally this year I gave up on trying to celebrate on Christmas day and planned a special Christmas with my family for the evening before Christmas eve!&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to make a big special dinner, have plenty of time to open and &lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;presents with the kids, and have dessert, followed by more family time. &lt;br /&gt;
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The morning of the 23rd the kids went with my mom and mother-in-law to Macy's 8th floor display of "A Day in the Life of an Elf" and have lunch at McDonalds, while Spence was out working. &amp;nbsp;That time alone in the house was a life-savor because I wanted to have the house clean for the weekend and it's harder to do that with kids around! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I made Pioneer Woman's "&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/09/2008_the_year_of_the_pot_roast/"&gt;Perfect Potroast&lt;/a&gt;" and "&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/11/delicious_creamy_mashed_potatoes/"&gt;Creamy Mashed Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;", salad, &lt;a href="http://www.mrshappyhomemaker.com/2010/12/creamy-hot-cocoa-in-crockpot.html"&gt;homemade hot chocolate&lt;/a&gt;, and a thaw-and-serve cookies &amp;amp; cream pie for dessert!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;People listen! &amp;nbsp;This is the best pot roast you will ever eat in your life! &amp;nbsp;Combined with the creamy mashed potatoes (which I put too much butter on but it was extra awesome that way!) it is perfection on a fork!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;When the girls saw the table all set pretty they were so excited, they could tell it was something special and that just made me feel so good! &amp;nbsp;Everyone loved the dinner, even Little Man who didn't really eat any of the other Christmas dinners we went to all weekend (he's a stinker like that).&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;After dinner we opened presents. &amp;nbsp;Spence and I didn't have the cash-o-lah to buy for eachother so we had just planned on watching the kids open their gifts, but the girls had gone to the dollar store with Spencer's mom to shop for eachother, their brother, and Spence and me! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I think we got a bigger kick out of watching them open the gifts they got eachother than the gifts we got them! &amp;nbsp;They were very thought out presents! &amp;nbsp;They got me bright pink nail polish because they know I like that color on my toe nails, nail clippers (constantly clipping my and the kids' nails) pretty ornaments, cd holder for the car (needed) and some other goodies! &lt;br /&gt;
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After all the presents were opened and enjoyed at a leisurely pace we had our dessert, and more playtime before heading to bed. &amp;nbsp;It was truly my favorite Christmas! &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;cherished&amp;nbsp;that relaxed quality family time together and can't wait to do it again next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-4873528547414293549?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is why most preschools and day cares will employ some sort of sensory table/bin/box or other forms of sensory play. &amp;nbsp;Sensory play can be found in sandboxes, pools and water buckets, walking barefoot in the grass, picking up snow with bare hands, crafts with ribbons, sand paper, pom poms, scented markers, cotton balls scented with essential oils or baking extracts, dry rice, bird seeds, pebbles or aquarium rocks, cooking, and when babies are involved - mouthing everything they can find! &amp;nbsp;Obviously keep your child's age in mind when you plan what you will use so your little one doesn't eat something or choke. &amp;nbsp;For little ones who still put everything in their mouth you can use edible things like finger painting with pudding, or playing with jello. &amp;nbsp;There are tons of other things to use as well, google Sensory Play or Sensory Table Ideas.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I recently filled our small sensory bin with red and white beans. &amp;nbsp;It was a huge hit! &amp;nbsp;I provided measuring cups, small cups to scoop with and into, spoons, kitchen set toys, and little&amp;nbsp;ladles.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;They were able to practice scooping, pouring and transfer skills. &amp;nbsp;They learned what happened when they filled a larger dish with beans and then tried to pour the contents into a smaller dish, and why that happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;They made patterns and pictures with the beans, they counted beans, they made hand prints in the bin with the beans, and ran them through their hands and fingers. &amp;nbsp;On day two of the bean bin we put the whole bin in the fridge for a couple hours and played with them cold for a new experience!&lt;br /&gt;
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Did I spell reminisce right? I must have because spell check didn't say anything. &amp;nbsp; Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;
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When I'd be excited to get back to my college campus so I could have high speed internet instead of dial-up. &amp;nbsp;Remember dial-up internet?&lt;br /&gt;
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When the only way to access the internet was with America On Line and your minutes came on a CD.&lt;br /&gt;
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When the cool thing was to have pagers in high school. &amp;nbsp;Now middle-schoolers have cell phones. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;
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When DVDs started getting popular and a friend of mine had to explain to me what made them so much better than a VHS.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same with CD's, but I didn't need explaining on that one. &amp;nbsp;I think it was my Aunt Debbie S. that got my my first CD. &amp;nbsp;If I remember right it was a Mariah Carey one. &amp;nbsp;I could be totally wrong there though.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I heard they were making a new TV show about a show-choir, and being the choir geek that I am was excited and hoped hoped hoped that enough people would watch it so it wouldn't get canceled in the first season.... that was Glee.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we only had one child and it seemed difficult to leave the house with her. &amp;nbsp;Now we have three and when we only have one it feels almost like none.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my little sister was really little and she would pronounce the word "remember" as "renember". &amp;nbsp;My cousin and I made a bet with her that we could get her to say "renember" by the end of the day. &amp;nbsp;I won that bet during a "spontaneous" dinner time game of "I Remember..." where we all went around the table saying what we remember. &amp;nbsp;I felt like quite the clever little thing that day ;o) &lt;br /&gt;
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When Christmas involved going to one place on Christmas Eve and one place on Christmas Day. &amp;nbsp;Oh how simple those holidays were!&lt;br /&gt;
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When we had to haul pack 'n plays with us everywhere for big holidays so that whoever our youngest child at the time could nap. &amp;nbsp;Now they all sleep in beds.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I last saw my half brother, it was Christmas day, 15 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;
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Getting pulled over when I was 18 for speeding. &amp;nbsp;I was on my way to my college choir and I was so engrossed in my Christmas music ("The Christmas Song" in case you're wondering) that I wasn't paying much attention to my speed. &amp;nbsp;Oops!&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was only ever expected to bring bread or juice to Christmas's because of a combination of multiple parties to go to in one day, having young children, and not really knowing how to make stuff. &amp;nbsp;Although people don't ask me to bring hard stuff (thank you family!) I have slowly branched out in my Christmas food! &amp;nbsp;This year I am bringing Cinnamon French Toast Bake, along with some simple things like a frozen pie, cinnamon rolls, and yes... buns! &lt;br /&gt;
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How every year Spencer and I would try to cram our family Christmas with the kids into Christmas morning, only to wind up stressed out by the time we got to our first location. &amp;nbsp;This year I'm excited because we are having our family's Christmas on the 23rd! &amp;nbsp;I'm making Pioneer Woman's &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ree-drummond/perfect-pot-roast-recipe/index.html"&gt;perfect pot roast&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/11/delicious_creamy_mashed_potatoes/"&gt;creamy mashed potatoes&lt;/a&gt;, a salad, and a thaw-and-serve cookies and cream pie! &amp;nbsp;Then we'll open presents and maybe sip some hot cocoa! &amp;nbsp;Can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Because my Christmas tree and snowman cookie cutters were dirty, I decided to make candy canes and snow flakes!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;But, even with an excessisve amount of flour they were kind of sticking and getting messed up... so I changed it up a bit... because I can.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes those look like Pumpkins, yes they are supposed to be pumpkin cookie cutters, but because it is a highly dependable cookie cutter I used them anyway and called them "bulb ornaments". &amp;nbsp;Works right?&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the girls and I frosted them! &amp;nbsp;Little Man didn't want to decorate, he's not into that artsy fartsy stuff that we are. &amp;nbsp;I made the frosting with powdered sugar and milk. &amp;nbsp;I like to start with it a little runny and then add more powdered sugar until it thickens up. &amp;nbsp;It's still a bit runny, but that's what the paper towels are for!&lt;br /&gt;
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And because I'm kind of a freak, and because it's delicious, I threw some chocolate chips on a ball of sugar cookie dough and popped the whole thing in my mouth. &amp;nbsp;YUM!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;And yes... they are all gone, and have been for a few days now. &amp;nbsp;But we made a bunch more (different kinds) last weekend so I'm all good!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-7988241367506191108?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My husband likes to brag about beating video games since he was the age of, well, nearly a fetus. &amp;nbsp;It is his favorite recreational activity... well, one of them. &amp;nbsp;Some guys play golf, some guys play music, some guys camp, Spencer plays video games.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we were dating we'd often hang out either playing video games together or I would watch him play (some are indeed fun to watch for a while, I genuinely enjoyed it back then). &lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward to these last several weeks and I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Why did I agree to have three children with an &lt;strike&gt;obsessive&lt;/strike&gt; enthusiastic gamer!?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My kids, particularly my younger two, are obsessed with video games!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Babydoll, who is barely five year olds is kicking butt on Zelda Twilight Princess on the wii. &amp;nbsp;Also most recently she has become obsessed with watching Spencer play the new Batman game. &amp;nbsp;He's not even all the way in the door after work and she asks, "Can we play Batman now!?" &amp;nbsp; They actually beat the game yesterday, but now they are playing it again on the harder level. &amp;nbsp;That's right, she sat through the entire game with him!&lt;br /&gt;
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Sweet Pea, who is nine years old, has had a long-lasting love affair with Viva Pinata. &amp;nbsp;She wakes up in the morning and heads down to the basement to play, and plays again after her homework is done in the afternoon. &amp;nbsp;Not as often really as her younger brother and sister, but she is currently on another viva pinata kick.&lt;br /&gt;
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Notice how the nine-year-old is playing a game for ages 3+, and the five-year-old is playing a game intended for ages 12+. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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And they aren't the only ones. &amp;nbsp;The most video game crazed child in my life is currently Little Man. &amp;nbsp;I have to force him to stop and play with real toys and eat meals or he would just keep on playing his computer games.&lt;br /&gt;
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He's been playing two games, but his current favorite is a Tonka Construction game. &lt;br /&gt;
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In this game he is using construction equipment to build skyscrapers, castles, parks, clean up a ski resort after a blizzard or avalanche or something, and something involving a quarry that I've never caught the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of to know what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;
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He and I have both been learning about excavators, front loaders, graders, and other equipment. &amp;nbsp;I particularly enjoy hearing him say, "front loader" and "scoop"... pretty damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;
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He's a wiz with those computer games, knowing how to&amp;nbsp;navigate&amp;nbsp;all over several of them. &lt;br /&gt;
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What does it all mean? &amp;nbsp;When I want some peace and quiet, they can play their games and I can catch my breath. &amp;nbsp;When I want to spend time doing other things with them.... I'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes they have limits, and yes they must wait to play until after school/preschool activities are completed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-1058651072914606397?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. &amp;nbsp;Little Man was up surprisingly late last night just talking to himself and anyone who'd listen in his bed. &amp;nbsp;Spence and I were watching season six of How I Met Your Mother on dvd when the phone rang at about 8:50, and we immediately hear LM call out in his most cheerful and helpfullest voice, "Phone ringing!!", which of course caused us to laugh our butts off for a good 10 minutes. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fast forward to this morning and he's just not quite himself. &amp;nbsp;By mid morning he was crying and telling me in his most saddest and desperatest voice, "My ear hurts!" &amp;nbsp;I gave him a dose of Tylanol and but it didn't help, he was in too much pain for the meds we had on hand and it would be a while before one of us could get him to the clinic. &amp;nbsp;After a few hours Spence was able to get home and got him checked out... double ear infection.&lt;/div&gt;
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Between emotional pain and physical pain, I have to say one of the hardest parts about being a parent is when you can't take the pain away. &amp;nbsp;But hopefully by morning, once he's had a few doses of antibiotics, he'll be feeling better.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I might possibly be falling apart. &amp;nbsp;Between recurring back pain, a weird puffy-eyed allergy thing, and my achy knees, one of which is worse than the other, I may be falling apart. &amp;nbsp;I've had on and off knee problems since I&lt;a href="http://theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com/2011/02/into-woods-i-went.html"&gt; fell in the garage&lt;/a&gt; almost a year ago, and right now it's behaving strangely. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't hurt to squat or bend down, it doesn't hurt to kneel, it mostly just hurts to lift my knee up in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm pretty sure that it all does NOT mean that I need to, oh I don't know...&amp;nbsp;exercise&amp;nbsp;more or something. &amp;nbsp;What I'm pretty sure it DOES mean is that I need to take naps and eat more cookies. &amp;nbsp;Which is fabulous timing since it is almost &lt;strike&gt;cookie season&lt;/strike&gt; Christmas time. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;This year for Thanksgiving we split it up so that we celebrated with Spencer's family a couple weekends before and with my family on Thanksgiving day. &amp;nbsp;It was fantastic only having one place to go that day! &amp;nbsp;It's just so much easier to enjoy family time when you're not watching a clock so you don't show up at the next place too late. &amp;nbsp;It. Was. Wonderful. &amp;nbsp;I wish Christmas could be the same way, but we have a lot more people to try to see during that holiday so I can't even imagine a time in the nearish future where we only have one place to go to on each day (Christmas eve and Christmas day).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;We're pretty hooked on How I Met Your Mother and have been waiting a long time to watch season 6 on dvd because during the actual season 6 we were watching seasons 1-5 on dvd. &amp;nbsp;We like to try to figure out who of our friends are each character on the show. &amp;nbsp;I wonder if every group of friends can think of someone who kinda sorta closely resembles each of those characters. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;If this random post is extra random and the run-on sentences drove you nuts, I apologize. &amp;nbsp;I typed it all while watching Parenthood (the nbc tv show) which is pretty much an awesome show. &amp;nbsp;The only thing that really bugs me is that all the characters seem to have the same "voice". &amp;nbsp;Not sure if that's an acting issue or a writing issue, but I still love the show.&lt;/div&gt;
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Now if you'll excuse me, we need to go finish the last disc of HIMYM Season 6. &amp;nbsp;And it will most certainly be Legon....wait for it.... Dary!&lt;/div&gt;
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As she's gotten older she's had more and more homework, and now that she's in 3rd grade, it seems to have bumped up considerably. &amp;nbsp;It's also random throughout the week based on what she wasn't able to finish in class. &amp;nbsp;She also has chores to keep up on at home, which aren't too time consuming but add up. &amp;nbsp;And we like to hang out with her as well, and she likes to go to friends' houses. &lt;br /&gt;
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Homework is getting harder to keep up on.... and I know it's only going to get worse. &lt;br /&gt;
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Until now we have agreed that after a full day of school, the kids deserve a break away from school stuff to relax at home for a little while before jumping back into it. &amp;nbsp;The problem&amp;nbsp;arises&amp;nbsp;when that break goes too long and nobody remembers that there is homework to be done. &amp;nbsp;We thought that after dinner would be a good time to remember to get it done, but it isn't working because fun things tend to come up after dinner causing her to either rush through it or forget all about it. &amp;nbsp;By the end of the day we're exhausted too and it can be hard to remember to get her on her homework.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in order for her to get her homework done and out of the way so she can do other fun things that may come up later in the evening, she's going to have to get her homework done first thing after school. &amp;nbsp;I'm not happy about it, because I think she needs a break, but doing at other times doesn't seem to work right now. &amp;nbsp;Maybe as she matures and becomes more responsible and can focus on her work better?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;My Question&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to all parents with school-agers, especially if they are older and you've been through this stuff before: &amp;nbsp;How do you handle&amp;nbsp;homework? &amp;nbsp;I need some advice on homework policies and what works for other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-5524061311932577145?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You're at the store, just trying to get a little shopping done, and there is a woman with her kids nearby. &amp;nbsp;And the kids are acting like little boogers. &amp;nbsp;Maybe they're crying, maybe screaming, maybe demanding one thing or another, but they are just being boogers. &lt;br /&gt;
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You've probably seen this scene and thought to yourself &lt;i&gt;why can't she get a handle on her kids? These kids must have no discipline at all! &amp;nbsp;What little snots, just get them out of the store and ground them already!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't even try to tell me that thoughts like that haven't passed through your brain, because we're human and we can't help but judge once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;
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The thing is, and you'll know this if you are a parent (especially the parent who does most of the child-rearing)...&lt;br /&gt;
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You just never know what happened earlier that day. or week. or hour.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe those kids are normally very well behaved. &amp;nbsp;They could be at home right now sitting quietly doing&amp;nbsp;calculus&amp;nbsp;while dreaming up ways to better the world, but at that moment they were tired/hungry/teething/going through something rough. &amp;nbsp;Kids have bad days &lt;u&gt;just&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;Only we are adults and have (hopefully) learned how to control our emotions and moodiness a little better over the years. &amp;nbsp;And honestly? &amp;nbsp;Have you never lost it and acted like a fool because you had hit your breaking point?&lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps you're reading this and not blaming the kids for acting like the boogers they were being, but are blaming that mom who seems to not care. &lt;br /&gt;
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Chances are, she cares a lot. &amp;nbsp;You don't know what happened before that moment. &amp;nbsp;Perhaps the kids have been cranky and&amp;nbsp;unbearable&amp;nbsp;all day, should that stop her from picking up something she needed? &amp;nbsp;I'm SURE she wouldn't have &lt;i&gt;chosen&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to go to the store with cranky children if there was a way to leave them home. &lt;br /&gt;
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You have no idea what her life is like, you have no idea what the kids' life is like, you have no idea because you are not the one walking in her shoes. &amp;nbsp;What may seem like obliviously ignoring a child's tantrum in public, may actually be her straw breaking the camel's back and it's all she can do to not scream bloody murder herself right there in the store.&lt;br /&gt;
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My kids are generally pretty great in public, but there was a trip to a local thrift store semi-recently in which Little Man lost his ever-lovin-mind and turned into a child I did NOT know. &amp;nbsp;He was screaming, crawling/rolling on the floor, and crying. &amp;nbsp;I was so not used to that that I really didn't know what to do! &amp;nbsp;There was no talking him off that ledge, he really just needed to GO, but I needed to make my purchase before I could get the hell out of there. &amp;nbsp;I tried to look like I was doing something about it, tried to calm him down, but the only thing I really could do was check out as quick as possible and run for it. &amp;nbsp;I probably looked calm... I usually do... but inside I was dieing. &amp;nbsp;People around me were probably thinking some of the things from that third paragraph up there, but they weren't in my head, they aren't in my house, they are not me.&lt;br /&gt;
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So instead of jumping to harsh judgement when you see the next public outburst of naughty child behavior and seemingly&amp;nbsp;oblivious&amp;nbsp;parenting, stop. &amp;nbsp;Think about what might possibly be going on in that families life that day, and instead of a look of horror, give her a look of &amp;nbsp;"I feel for ya" sympathy, or better yet - pretend it's not happening so she can get on with what she needs to do and get those kids home to bed!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Support each other, don't judge each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-3322363881821259485?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When Sweet Pea asked for some of her own, and I told her no, she got creative.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;All on her own she came up with her own version of hair feathers using colorful yarn and little barrettes. &amp;nbsp;She also made some using bobby pins instead of barrettes so she could give them away to friends!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just clip in and go! &amp;nbsp;She made me the pink and black one. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-4397211853451143656?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's common knowledge to any woman who's birthed children, and I imagine any mother who adopted as well, that babies and young children suck the brains right out of your head. &amp;nbsp;They aren't even nice enough to wait until they are born either, they suck it from you in utero. &lt;br /&gt;
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When you have children there is just SO MUCH to think about at all times and so many distractions (just now Little Man is&amp;nbsp;whacking&amp;nbsp;me on the arm to get my attention because he wants more candy) that it's hard to remember little things like &lt;i&gt;where did I put my keys? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Or&lt;i&gt; When is that meeting again? &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Or&lt;i&gt; What's my name?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My brain is so jam packed with child-related information that it is literally bursting at the seams. &amp;nbsp;Well, not literally... that would be a pretty gross mess, a mess that I most likely would have to clean up myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once upon a time I was a smart person, with a great memory, straight A's, you get the picture. &amp;nbsp;Then I became a Mom and had to fill my brain with things like which ointments/creams work on what kinds of rashes, safe fever temperatures and other illness related cures, discipline strategies, sleep and eating schedules, sports and girl scouts schedules, who needs what items of clothing, who wants what for birthdays and Christmas, and all the other stuff that piles up in a mom's brain throughout the years. &amp;nbsp;If you're a mom, you know that I haven't even covered the tip of the brain-crushing iceberg in this paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it, the reason for the new blog name...&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to have a brain. &amp;nbsp;Now I have small children, and although I miss my brain and hope to hear from it again some day, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Once again, couldn't get a decent picture of Little Man, but my mom did so maybe she'll send it to me ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Sweet Pea was a "cute witch", Babydoll was Rapunzel, and Little Man managed to agree to wear a pirate vest... but wouldn't pose for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Little Man made it about an hour before Spence took him home for a pack of M&amp;amp;Ms and bedtime. &amp;nbsp;The girls made it another half hour or so before they told me they wanted to go home because their bags were too heavy! &amp;nbsp;I don't remember that EVER being a reasonable excuse to want to go home! &amp;nbsp;I remember my mom trudging through a few feet of snow with me and my sister during a huge blizzard 20 years ago! I also remember coming home from several hours of trick or treating, in the freezing cold, with friends feeling like a popcycle! I don't EVER remember coming home because my bag was "too heavy". &amp;nbsp;I was pretty sure I had birthed them both until tonight.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been blogging for 22 months now, and although the past several months have been pretty irregular, I still enjoy it. &amp;nbsp;But I'm thinking about changing it up a bit, particular in the name of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of this blog has been about daycare, and that was my intention, but the stuff I'd really like to put on here regarding my job would be inappropriate to share. &amp;nbsp;I don't feel comfortable even sharing cute stories about my daycare kids - even if I were to leave out their names and pictures. &amp;nbsp;While I could certainly keep the daycare kids/families anonymous, people know who I am and who my daycare kids are, so it wouldn't be totally anonymous. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't seem right to blab about someone else's child no matter how positive the story is, unless I got permission to share. &amp;nbsp;And would I want to ask my daycare parents every time their kid does something funny if I can put it on my blog, send it to them for approval, and then post it?... Probably not. &amp;nbsp;And the tangents I &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;go on about the less wonderful side of the job... would be wrong. &amp;nbsp;Sure I could go completely&amp;nbsp;anonymous&amp;nbsp;and safely spill it all, but my blog isn't anonymous and I like it that way. &amp;nbsp;Although I really like reading&lt;a href="http://daycaredaze.wordpress.com/"&gt; this anonymous blog&lt;/a&gt; which is by a Canadian daycare provider, helps me remember I'm not alone. :o)&lt;br /&gt;
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So the result of all those personal restrictions on talking about my job, my blog is not super daycare-y. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will still be talking about the same stuff I have in the past, but I'm thinking a blog name that better reflects what goes into this website is in order... but I'm stumped.&lt;br /&gt;
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Same blog, same content, same style, new name!&lt;br /&gt;
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The actual web address would stay the same, but the name of the blog would be new. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So here is where I'm asking for a little help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you have any ideas for a new name, put them in the comments section! &amp;nbsp;Please be kind and respectful, but creative (or obvious, whichever). &amp;nbsp;THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-7842525873269557570?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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She spent the whole day searching the house and yard for things she can use for equipment. &amp;nbsp;Stacking nap mats, propping pillows and blankets under them to make a wedge to practice her forward and backward rolls, using the board that edges the wood floor as a balance beam, and doing a thing on the couch where she runs at it, puts her hands on the cushion, and then kicks her legs up. &amp;nbsp;She also practices her tuck jump and straddle jump pretty regularly.&lt;br /&gt;
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She wants a gymnastics bar pretty badly. &amp;nbsp;She wants to be able to practice all the flips and things she sees the more advanced kids at her gym, and the kids on the youtube videos, doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Problem is, they are really expensive. &amp;nbsp;Even to buy used. &amp;nbsp;I've looked up a couple how-to's on building one but neither of us know our way around a wood or metal shop, and I'd really hate for my daughter to fall on her head because the cross bar wasn't secure and fell off or something.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found a balance beam (the short kind for practicing) on craigslist but the ones that weren't super expensive looked pretty crappy. &amp;nbsp;And for now the board in the living room, though it's a tiny bit too narrow, works fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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So unless I can find a practice bar somewhere she will need to content herself with weekly gymnastics classes. &amp;nbsp;And we will continue to support her love of the sport by propping up cushions, messing up the couch, spotting her when she needs it. &lt;br /&gt;
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We're just so glad that after watching her sister do activities and sports for years, she has something she loves to do, and is pretty dang good at!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3499525810217575170-8792394529945587900?l=theylendmetheirhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. I don't like candy corn. &amp;nbsp;I used to think it was a really weird thing to not like candy corn, until one October when Moose A. Moose on nick jr. sang a song called "I don't like candy corn" and I felt validated. &amp;nbsp; By a cartoon moose.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Little Man is back in diapers. &amp;nbsp;It was going really well for a few days, and then he stopped cooperating. &amp;nbsp;And started peeing randomly a lot. &amp;nbsp;So we'll try again soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. &amp;nbsp;I have a "Confessions of a Cookie Addict" post ready to be written up... but it's a bit&amp;nbsp;embarrassing. &amp;nbsp;Not that that has stopped me before!&lt;br /&gt;
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4. &amp;nbsp;I love the smell of autumn!&lt;br /&gt;
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5. &amp;nbsp;I need a full time housekeeper to keep up with my kids and daycare... and husband... and self.&lt;br /&gt;
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6. &amp;nbsp;My oldest daughter brought home math homework and I was at a loss for how to help her with one of the problems. Great.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. &amp;nbsp;Babydoll arriving at gymnastics class is like taking a little super ball and throwing it hard into a tiny room. &amp;nbsp;Lots and lots of gleeful bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &amp;nbsp;I'm a "tavern lady" for Halloween this year. &amp;nbsp;I bought the costume several years ago but haven't actually gone out anywhere for Halloween in costume in a LONG time!&lt;br /&gt;
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9. &amp;nbsp;I could really use a new camera, one that the kids will not be allowed to touch.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as we got there the children's theater guy asked the girls if they wanted to be in the Pied Piper play that was about to start in a few minutes. &amp;nbsp;Sweet Pea did this same play 2 years ago and played one of the towns children, this time she played a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;
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Direct quote from Babydoll as soon as she got up there, "I'm a children!"&lt;br /&gt;
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She was the only one of the "children" who put on the hat. They didn't know what they were missing!&lt;/div&gt;
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LM and I rode an elephant. &amp;nbsp;I was so glad he got to sit right up front, it's the only way to really get to feel the &amp;nbsp;elephant's skin. &amp;nbsp;He really liked petting it's ear!&lt;/div&gt;
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