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It's time you took a little "Time for Me"</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://time4mommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://time4mommy.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3297007542939428202/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Time 4 Me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05277748359279352570</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>47</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/Time4Me" /><feedburner:info uri="time4me" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIMQ3s4cCp7ImA9WhRbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3297007542939428202.post-113286686352469755</id><published>2012-02-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:09:42.538-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T13:09:42.538-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house cleaning" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mothers" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mommy guilt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting guilt" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="healthy" /><title>I'm not a slacker. I swear!</title><content type="html">I wish I could say that I haven't posted because I've just been that plain lazy. Not true friends. With that said I hope you all had a GREAT holiday season and that the beginning of 2012 has been kind to you. It has been almost to kind to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;
With the addition of cleaning to the business we have seen such an increase in customers it was hard for a little bit to keep up. But never fear! We're back online ready to share not only the knowledge we've gained through all the fun parenting success and failures we've experience but I have a whole new take on cleaning. Be prepare for some of the AWESOME stuff I've learned and come across. It's never easy to manage a household and a family and a job but it is possible and in the coming weeks I will be sharing with you some tips to help you succeed as CEO of your family. &lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for hanging in there with me. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;
Missy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-113286686352469755?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The opportunity to own my own growing successful business.&lt;br /&gt;
Chances to meet amazing women and care for them, their children and their families.&lt;br /&gt;
The most amazingly wonderful caring forgiving selfless handsome fantastic man. I love you babe!&lt;br /&gt;
Two of the most precious things in my entire life. Kayla and Kade, I do everything I do because I love you, I'm inspired by you, I'm proud of you and I'm so blessed to have you.&lt;br /&gt;
Freedom. &lt;br /&gt;
My Savior Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.&lt;br /&gt;
My "full time" job at the hospital where I get to care for women and their precious bundles ever week.&lt;br /&gt;
Cleaning supplies. :)&lt;br /&gt;
My loving and supportive parents. &lt;br /&gt;
Health.&lt;br /&gt;
Health of my family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;
Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;
Dogs, specifically Speedy, Tank and Cabela.&lt;br /&gt;
My in-laws. Parent in-laws and all of my husbands siblings and spouses.&lt;br /&gt;
Sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;
Prozac.&lt;br /&gt;
Lemon oil.&lt;br /&gt;
Jobs for me and my husband.&lt;br /&gt;
The ability to provide for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;
Clothing.....&lt;br /&gt;
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The list could go on and on and on and on. What all are you guys thankful for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-3540946210098014310?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;--Unexpected. The crying often come on and stops for no apparent reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;--Resists soothing. The baby is often difficult to soothe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;--Pain-like face. The baby may appear to be in pain even if they are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;--Long-lasting. The crying may go on for several hours a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;--Evening. The baby often cries more in the late afternoon or evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November is national Period of Purple Crying awareness month. Purple is not refering to the color but it is an acronym for the above. Check out all the info at &lt;a href="http://purplecrying.info/"&gt;purplecrying.info&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;there's tons of fantastic info on there. What's normal, what's not. Suggestions for soothing your fussy baby. My favorite part of the website is the link that says, "How to save your babies life." I was intrigued, I clicked and I found a plethera of coping stratagies. One of the questions that we ask our patients before they go home is, "will you have the help you need when you go home?" Everyone needs someone. Sometimes the daddy's aren't as helpful as they think they are. If that happens, find someone else, hire someone. I don't know, just get help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was lucky in that my husband was extremely helpful. His mother came to help and she really was helpful. My mother came a couple of weeks after my baby was born and she was really helpful. Thank goodness cause I had one of those totally refluxy, fussy, spit up tons, cry more than any one kid should, not sleep at night babies. The kind that make you feel like a total failure as a mother. The baby that you JUST. WANT. TO. QUIT. CRYING. Ugh, thank goodness for the helpful arms and patience of my inlaws and my mother. Thank goodness they had the good sense to send me out, away, and down for a nap. I had no idea what the Period of Purple Crying was back then but I'm positive now that we were in it. It was purple all around. I was purple, she was purple we were just one big egg plant. Don't be an egg plant. It's not a pretty color. Not on me or on my baby girl anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is, I'm not a failure as a mother. Not because of that anyhow. I love my daughter more than life itself. The Purple time of our life was short and painful and it's over. It's another one of those times that I told myself "this too shall pass" and it did. You are a woman. You are a mother. You are strong and capable and you can do anything. Take it one day at a time. One hour or one minute. Remind yourself of your worth and the worth of your child. Hold onto the love you have for that&amp;nbsp;baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-5185958870973515978?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1. Flu shot. Yep....I stand by my medical background. Get it. It doesn't make you sick. That's a lie and a silly coincidence that fate plays on you. &lt;br /&gt;
2. Hand sanitizer. Keep it EVERYWHERE. I have some right in side my front door and YES, people use it and are strongly encouraged to use it. I have it by every sink (I don't trust my kids to sing the ABC song) and I have it in their backpacks, my purse, and our cars.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Drink. No, not vodka. Although I'm sure it's crossed each mother's mind. Lol. Water, water and more water.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Here it goes....essential oil. Educate yourselves. There are so many that can do so many things. My favorite and cheapest are probably Lavender and Lemon. I think as far as respiratory illnesses are concerned they are good or so is Eucalyptus and peppermint. (and yes, you can buy them from me) If you want you can email me &lt;a href="mailto:time4momcare@gmail.com"&gt;time4momcare@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and I will tell you how I made my own SUPER CHEAP way to diffuse the oils into the air.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Take&amp;nbsp;a multivitamin. Get on for yourself and give your kids a Flinstone. &lt;br /&gt;
6. Seek real medical advice when needed. While I truly believe that the oils can help you stay healthy and fight of certain illnesses there may come a point where modern medicine needs to step in. The oils work and that's why they used to use them but....we live in a day and age where there are all kinds of mutant viruses and we would be naive to believe that they perhaps don't need modern treatments. &lt;br /&gt;
7. Last but not least. Eat an apple a day. LOL. Idk, I'm gonna try it. Maybe you should too. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Good luck and stay healthy! Protect your little ones, don't be afraid of offending people by asking them to stay away when they are sick or to use hand sanitizer or to wear a mask. You are your greatest advocate and you are your child's #1 advocate. Here's to a happy, healthy winter for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-9068931772943039090?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, this is my invitation to ya'all. Join me as I explore this world. These remedies used to be common place where now modern medicine has taken over. I am soooo grateful for modern medicine but am even more excited to explore this new world. Will it ever replace most of the pill bottles in my house? Probably not. Will it become my first option of treatment now? Probably so. Just as you wouldn't ever think about NOT taking medicine when needed why would we completely quit using something that worked so well in the past? If you wanna message me with questions feel free. If you wanna try a couple of things check out my website at www.doterra.myvoffice.com/melissabeckstrom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-5141564171114835502?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was work as a CNA a couple of weeks ago. I work on the postpartum unit at the hospital and we take care of new moms and their babies until they go home. I was helping a family and their new addition as they left the hospital and headed for home. Mom, Dad, new baby and I took the elevator down and just as we were getting off Grandma was there with the couples 2 year old son. This family didn't want to miss a minute of this memory and as you can imagine it took us no less than 10 minutes to get from the elevator doors the 20 feet to the front doors of the hospital. Once there Mom, newborn and I stood just outside the double doors and enjoyed the fresh air as Grandma was a few steps behind us and 2 year old son was running in and out of the double automatic doors. Those are like magic to a toddler. He was having so much fun. Dad went to pull the car up and when he got back Grandma really wanted him to take a picture of little man 2 year old playing in the doors. Like I said, this family didn't wanna miss a moment. Dad proceeded to take pictures until till he was able to get that PERFECT action shot of little man running through the doors. &lt;br /&gt;
Do you feel like this story isn't going anywhere? Ya, just how I felt. Lol. So finally we are ready to round up the troops, load em up and move em out. Little man 2 year old takes one last trip through the doors, into the hospital. Turns and starts to run back out and stops, HUGE smile on his face, right between the set of doors. The family called the young man on but he stood motionless, smiling, then what before my eyes should appear? Out of the shorts of the little 2 year old falls a TERD the size of a tennis ball. NO KIDDING! How on earth something that large came from something that small, how it got out of his unders unless he was flying free under those shorts I will never know. So where is your lesson in potty training? Grandma, was slick as a whistle. From her purse she pulled out a zip lock baggin in which there were 2 wet wipes. She took the wet wipes out, turned the baggie inside out and scooped up that poop just like you would if you were walking your dog, cleaned the carpet with the wet wipes and then zipped it all up and threw it away! It was hilarious and amazing. One of those times where you aren't sure you just witnessed something so hilarious. So, thank you Grandma. Kids or no kids I will be sure to pack my baggie and wipes cause ya just never know when you may need them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-2978305616619406688?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You provide the cleaning supplies and I'll provide the labor in turn providing you with a little more "me" time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-1367169255857335279?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You waited, you planned. It's so exciting. The new baby is here! Didn't anyone tell you the joke? "Do you know what causes sibling rivalry?" "The birth of a second child!" Lol. If all the sudden your house feels more like tomorrows football game then there may be a good reason. It's not only hard for you to adjust to having another child. Your 1st baby is really going to feel it. Your toddler is used to being the center of attention. While you and I both know that the addition of a new baby doesn't mean that you love your first any less, try to convince your toddler of that. All the sudden your time and attention will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;divided&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had a client recently that brought home a new baby. A cute baby. Very cute. :) Anyhow, her 3 or 4 year old son became pretty jealous. He didn't dislike his sister, he was just really mad at his mom. He quit talking to her for a couple of days, then eventually he chose to speak to her again. Only when he did it was a yell. Everything was a yell. My cute client looked at me and said, "well, at least he is speaking to me know." Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've researched, I now what the professionals say, I know what I experienced. It sucks. You love your baby so much. Both of your babies, and all of the sudden you have to divide your time. There are a few things I compiled that I found and think you will find most helpful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Prepare your child for the new baby by reading and sharing books. Introduce them to the idea of a sibling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. Get a small gift for your child from the new baby. Make it exciting to them that the baby is finally coming/has arrived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;3. Encourage your family and visitors to&amp;nbsp; fuss over your 1st born. Pay special attention to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;4. Expect some regression. It's gonna be a life changing event for everyone. Your toddler may regress in potty training and behavior. Take time, even say things to your toddler like, "let's pretend you're&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;a tiny baby" he will probably happily indulge in your attention for just a few moments and then be off to play if he isn't just gently remind him he is a big boy and ask him to go find his favorite "big boy" toy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's no magic trick to cure sibling rivalry. Take it day by day and just be patient. In the long run the winning team will prevail. It will be one big happy &lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;FAMILY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; Well, for a minute anyhow. Until your new addition is mobile and takes that favorite "big boy" toy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So regardless of where you stand on the vaccine debate I am assuming that you like any parent would do ANYTHING for your child/children. Right? I often think of things like flu shots and other vaccines like I do the chicken pox. Have you heard of chicken pox parties? Probably not so much these days as when I was a child but I am always absolutely in AWE of people that participate in these. WHY? Why on earth would you purposely expose your child to an illness. Make your kid sick on purpose? Really. Hu. Whatever, different strokes for different folks but for me I will do absolutely anything to protect my kids from getting sick or hurt. If I can give my child a vaccine to help lessen their chances of getting things like the chicken pox, the flu, Hep B, Measles.....etc. etc. then by golly I'm doing it! The less they get sick or hurt the better. These are my babies! So, of course, when it comes to flu shot time I am first in line baby. Give me that shot. IF I get sick I don't wanna be sick long, no mom has that kind of time, and I surely don't wanna get my kids sick. &lt;br /&gt;
I often wonder if we don't think of the flu as a dangerous illness anymore but it just like many of the other diseases that are still alive in this day and age are still at times fatal. Did you know that there are somewhere between 40 and 150 children that die each year due to complications cause by the "common" flu. My heart breaks for those families and I pray that I am NEVER one of them. Never. &lt;br /&gt;
I know it's heart breaking to hear your baby cry and to watch them get poked. Just like us they probably get sore and hurt. So sad. Sometimes it even used to make me cry. You just have to remember that those tears are an example of your love. My daughter told me today I was mean and I didn't like her. LOL. I told her, "I love you more than you will ever understand and frankly, if you are mad at me cause I won't let you do something which makes me "so mean" then I am doing things right. The meaner you think I am just know that that's the more I love you!" Teenagers, ugh.&lt;br /&gt;
The flu is so much more dangerous for your babies than the common cold would be. I think that while we live in such an advanced medical society we sometimes forget how nasty some of the diseases and illnesses like the flu can be. While some of the side effects from the shot, such as,&amp;nbsp; fever, aches, soreness, redness or swelling where the shot was given can be sad and a little scary as a parent, just think of all that love you are giving. Protect your little one. Save yourself the medical bills and stress and heartache. Get a flu shot, get flu shots for your kids, and as long as your baby is over 6 months of age, get your baby a flu shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-3921970103139622973?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The technicals behind it is tha cabbage tis known to contain sinigrin&amp;nbsp;rapine, mustard oil, magnesium, oxylate and sulphur heterosides. It sounds like a bunch of fancy words to me but Herbalists believe that cabbage has both antibiotic and anti irritant properties. &lt;br /&gt;
Cabbage leaves are NOT recommended for mother's that have an allergy to Sulfa. So as with anything I guess be careful. Report allergic reactions immediately to your doctor. So you're putting your salad in your bra. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use green cabbage &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Crush the cabbage leaves with a rolling pin if the leaves do not take the shape of your breast. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Wrap the cabbage leaves around the breast and leave on for about 20 minutes. Twice daily is enough. It is usual to use the cabbage leaf treatment less than two or three times.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stop using as soon as engorgement is beginning to go away and you are becoming more comfortable. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You can use acetaminophen&amp;nbsp;with or without codeine, ibuprofen, or other medication for pain relief.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ice packs also can be helpful.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Some women get a large lump in the armpit about 3 or 4 days after the baby’s birth. Cabbage leaves may be used in that area as well to help the lump go away. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ol&gt;I suppose whatever is left over will have a use just as satisfying as relieving engorgement. See below. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;1/4 cup vinegar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil or vegetable oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;2 teaspoons garlic salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;2 teaspoons sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;1/2 teaspoon dried tarragon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;li class="plaincharacterwrap ingredient"&gt;6 cups shredded cabbage&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-top: #ccc 1px dotted; margin-top: 20px; width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="directions" style="margin-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Cabbage Salad&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Directions&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="plaincharacterwrap break"&gt;In a small bowl or jar with tight-fitting lid, combine vinegar, oil, garlic salt if desired, sugar and tarragon. Place cabbage in a large bowl; add dressing and toss to coat. Cover and refrigerate for at least 2 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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OMG! For reals!? I tried to keep the non-judgemental me in check. I thought. Hu, maybe it would have been nice for my mom to keep my cord stub. Nope, nope. No desire to see that crunchy little nugget. But, I found after a good round of Google that I may perhaps be in the minority here. Seems that many women keep the cord stump as a symbol of that precious connection to their baby/child. Something tangible as the child grows and matures that they can use to remember those 9 months of current connection. I even found where some cultures consider it to be good luck. Like a lucky rabbits foot or something. I could always use a little good luck. I even found the following in my searching, "We planted a tree in our backyard and buried our sons stump under it with a silver dollar. According to Native American legend this is supposed to ensure the child grows big and strong like a tree and always has $ in his pocket." &lt;br /&gt;
Did you save any of your children's umbilical stumps? I'm just curious. I don't see any health concerns with keeping your child's umbilical stump but what is the personal/significance behind it? Enlighten me. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, another one of those moments that will make you as a mother frown upon me and feel better about yourselves. My 10 yr old calls me this morning as he is getting ready for school,&lt;br /&gt;
"mom, I want to have some of those chocolate chips." &lt;br /&gt;
"Well, ok buddy, but shouldn't you have some like, real breakfast food?" &lt;br /&gt;
"I don't know." &lt;br /&gt;
"How about a piece of toast bud?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Na."&lt;br /&gt;
"Ok, well, what do you want then?"&lt;br /&gt;
pause......thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;
"Um, BACON?"&lt;br /&gt;
"Ok bud. Bacon I guess." (we have the fully cooked microwave bacon so the boy child can fix it for himself in the microwave)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yep, mother of the freaking year! My kid had a breakfast of chocolate chips and bacon. I had a good laugh over it, as well as with my friends at work. If only I could eat chocolate chips and bacon for breakfast and be at least 30 lbs under weight for my age. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-1520342168251786956?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Don't be overwhelmed. Really. I suck at it. I hate it in fact. My husband even made the comment last night that perhaps I should&amp;nbsp;get a coupon buddy so that I&amp;nbsp;keep at it.&amp;nbsp;I am probably missing things and therefore giving away money that would make real couponers cry. But, I did manage to save just as much as I spent. :) That's something right? I'm not about to pretend to make this post some kind of tutorial. I'm too new myself. I did go &lt;a href="http://www.mamasonadime.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to get started. They break it down nicely for the coupon impaired like&amp;nbsp;myself. I spent around 2&amp;nbsp; 1/2 hours last night going through my grocery list and then digging out the coupons and such but after today's successful trip. TOTALLY worth it. I don't have to buy diapers anymore but I'd imagine you'd make your Sunday newspaper subscription back just in what you would save on diapers let alone anything else. What tips do you have for someone like myself or the me of 10 years ago? I was just too overwhelmed with my littles to feel like I could take on one more thing. How do you get past that? I will poll my friends and "experts" and see what they say but I'd love to hear from you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-3496677227053531980?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was thinking about my kids going back to school and luckily mine are getting a little older but&amp;nbsp;there is still the possibility that they are going to hear me say something and repeat it. Yep. REPEAT IT! (hangs head in shame) However, we have encountered an all new problem now that they ARE getting older. Guess what? They have their own opinions and certainly their own things to say.&lt;strike&gt; Due to the nature of my son's shyness I won't tell you that it was him this story is about. ﻿&lt;/strike&gt;My children are opinionated to say the least but usually very well behaved and typically sensitive to other peoples feelings. Which is what makes this story about a particular little boy so funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One of the neighbor girls came home from being out with her mom to a yard full of the neighbor boys, ages 10-12 playing with her brother, age 12. She jumps out of the car, HUGE smile on her face and in anticipation asks the group, "do you like my hair?" grinning from ear to ear she waits, as she knows they do. What's not to love? She just got the cutest highlights for the first time! The group erupts in laughter and with her brother in the lead they, as any group of boys would, begin to tease her over her new hair do. The 2 things wrong with this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;1. Her mother didn't warn her NOT to under any circumstances EVER ask her brother if he like her hair, especially if his friends are around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;2. The rest of us mother's didn't teach our sons the OH SO VALUABLE lesson, when a girl asks you if you like her hair your answer is ALWAYS, Yes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She quickly retreated to the safety of her house and the boys continued their game of war, or whatever it was that they were playing. Their games always involve plastic weapons of some type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You'd think that it would end there. Well, that still would have been a great story but don't worry, it gets even better. The next day was Sunday so we headed our family off to church. Said little girl is in the same class with a couple of the little boys that were playing with her brother the night before. One boy in particular, who shall remain nameless (lol) proudly stands before the class that morning and says, "Let's take a vote!" The class responds affirmatively and the little boy continues, "Who&amp;nbsp;HATES Katie's hair?" (Oh crap, who's kid is this?) One other young man lifts his hand quickly and enthusiastically while the other 2 sit quietly and the 2 other girls in the room precede to say how much they like her hair. Katie's mother went to the home of the little vote taker and just expressed to the vote takers parents that Katie was upset and crying over the vote and the vote takers parents expressed their apologies and then proceeded to teach their young vote taker that all important lesson, if a girl asks you if you like her hair what do you say? YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This story is what made me think of the following email I got, which I loved and for a second I thought about taping to the back of my own little vote taker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, 'The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents ..'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's wishing you all a happy, opinion free school year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-4020110913495961190?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Slow the crap down! Has it ever occurred to anyone that riding the tail of the individual driving in front of you will NOT encourage them to drive faster? Some of us simply can't afford speeding tickets, or we chose to use that money on better, more fun, totally more awesome things. If you wanna drive over the speed limit don't expect the guy in front of you to do so too. Stupid. Now, I for one usually choose to continue to drive my slow, 5 mph over the speed limit. That often has a tendency to catch the attention of drivers that fly up behind me wanting to pass on a double yellow or something. I just can't imagine that I have ever been in such a hurry that I was willing to sacrifice my own safety, the safety and happiness of my family and the the safety of another driver of whom I have never met.You stand warned my friends that if you ever fly&amp;nbsp;up behind the blue car with "Time 4 Me" on the back window&amp;nbsp;I will not be pulling over. I will be praying for your safety and mine and I will probably be saving your butt from the ticket waiting for you around the corner where the Sheriff is parked! &lt;br /&gt;
So what if you are one of those people going seriously like 10 under the speed limit? First off, thank you for your safety BUT unless you are in a residential area now you are a freaking traffic hazard. How bout instead of waving your arms frantically and yelling in your rear view mirror at those of us behind you, how bout you PULL OVER! That's right. If you don't like someone behind you, then let them pass! Geez. I'm really not sure what you accomplish by waiting until they are next to you or stopped at a light behind you and holding up a sign saying you're taking down their license plate number. What are you going to do with the number anyway? Call the Sheriff and say, " I was going 10 mph under the speed limit and the car behind me was following closer than I'd have liked"? LOL. Thanks for the laugh!&lt;br /&gt;
But seriously people, in residential areas kids are out! Just because you don't see them all the time doesn't mean they aren't there. Slow the crap down. Don't be stupid. It's not worth the outcome should you choose to speed. The most important speed limits to me are the ones that are 30 mph and below. That means there are people around. People who are loved by someone. Little's who are loved. SLOW DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for indulging my soap box tonight. I will return another day with a real topic addressing some of the real issues you new mom's are facing. &lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, SLOW DOWN and take time to smell the baby lotion. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-4122521141848960871?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's been easy to find testimonials from women who have consumed their own placenta's (I'm told even vegetarians can do it as the killing of an animal doesn't occur in it's harvesting) by simply googling. I love google. I've gotten quite good at it actually, which is why when I posted the last post I was so surprised to find&amp;nbsp;so much of&amp;nbsp;what I would categorize as "opinion" and little scientific research. Even the website that claimed to have scientific research had very little. I did get a giggle out of some of the reasoning on some of the websites though. One sites major claim was that other mammals do it and that is why we should, plain and simple. It's mother nature's way. *clears throat* ok, well, other such animals do it as to not attract predators that will eat their young. It's their instinct as to survive. I don't remember the last time someone came into the hospital because they had sniffed out someones after birth. :) I giggled to myself last night while doing research on the computer which in turned made my husband question what I was giggling at. I told him, I was just thinking about our likeness to other mammals. I explained to him the theory of eating our placenta because other mammals do and I told him I giggled cause I wondered what would happen if we as humans also did as other mammals and abandoned or even ate our week or injured young. You know, like my dog (who did eat some of her placentas) who ignored one of her puppies because it was much smaller and weaker than the others. Something was obviously wrong with it. Everyone told me that was mother natures way of weeding out the ones that wouldn't survive. Hum. I guess if dogs do it we should too right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;
The other thing I can't figure out is why we would think that the placenta was for our benefit. It didn't take much looking for me to find all the ways the placenta benefits the baby. The placenta is made by our bodies with a specific purpose. There's no question as to how AMAZING it is. The whole process from conception to delivery is truly a miracle. So many times I just look at the new little humans and I am just in awe. I realize that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Placenta"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;isn't a scientific study but just by reviewing the information there I learned so much. Even so much more about how the placenta is purely for the baby and the pregnancy. Even the hormones produced and stored in the placenta that many have claimed are for the mom and that help against post partum depression or will help with building a good milk supply, those hormones are for the pregnancy! Progesterone is vital in making sure that the pregnancy is not lost and Estrogen functions in stimulating uterine growth so that it can sustain a growing fetus. I can accept cultural reasons people may have for burying or consuming their placenta but I am still having a hard time understanding that it's just "natural" or "mother natures way". I may be too "medical" to fully understand the meaning behind the decisions that some mother's make. One thing I know is that no matter how your baby got here or what you did with your placenta as long as your baby is healthy and happy it's non of my business. But it sure does make for a good blog topic. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-6889187248710607700?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;OMG! I searched and read and googled and read and then contemplated it until my head hurt. I just can’t wrap my head around ingesting one’s own placenta. Ya’all may be offended at my lack of open-mindedness&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;on this subject and I guess that’s ok. We can agree to disagree but please don’t invite me to dinner when you have placenta stew.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There was an article on msnbc.com that I loved. I’m pretty sure the writer and I think alike, a little. The article is discussing the fact that there isn’t much if any research to support the effects that these women are claiming to receive from ingesting their placenta. They are quoting Diana Dell who at the time of the article was the assistant professor of ob-gyn at&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Duke University. Drum roll please……favorite quote&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There’s certainly no data,” Dell says. “And, truthfully, the only place there may be data is in veterinary journals.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Excuse me?&lt;/span&gt; Veterinary journals? I have experienced the miracle of birth. I have experienced it 17 times. I have 2 children and I have watched 2 litters of puppies be born. &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You didn’t think I had that many kids did you?&lt;/span&gt; Bwahaha. So here’s what I know, my dog did ingest some of her placenta, but not if I could help it! My dog also licks her own butt, that of her puppies and for the first several weeks licks up their poop and pee! Are you trying to tell me that one of the arguments in favor of eating our placenta is because of the facts that we are mammals and other mammals do it? If that’s your argument I want you to think about one thing…..butt licking! I’d like to think that I am a slightly more advanced species of mammal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 18.75pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I try to avoid being completely one sided on topics. So while I obviously don’t think this is much of a yummy topic I wanted to give you the reasons that people DO do this. One problem, there isn’t any actual factual research to support the benefits of placenta eating. Now I can’t say that if I had cancer and traditional treatments weren’t working that I wouldn’t try it, in capsule form, if someone, many someone’s told me that it worked to cure or slow the progression of the cancer. When it comes to post partum depression and milk production I can think of many artificial means to cure those ailments that I would try many times over before resorting to consuming my own placenta. But….if you are interested in it read the &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/placenta-2011-8/"&gt;NY Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;articles. If you already do this I would love, love, love to hear your side. What it does for you, how you felt before and after, where you found your research, anything that you have to say that could help me to understand. I feel like I am a pretty open minded person but like I said, I just can’t wrap my head around this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-2187217738636083720?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who am I kidding? I haven't fully detached my own growths. My children and I have been sharing a bedroom for the last week while we are on vacation at my mom's and my 10 year old just informed me that he WILL NOT go to bed without me. When explaining to him that he was old enough to go to bed without me my 13 year old jumped on the wagon and asked, "why can't you just come lay down while we fall asleep?" Geez, what's a mom to do? Those beautiful eyes of your baby boy and girl. Then the little man busts out the lip. Ugh. I'm had. So, here I sit, typing a post on separation anxiety in the dark bedroom while my "babies" fall asleep. So once again. I'm not the expert at much of anything except doing things wrong. Lol. But I can tell you what the experts say and we will sprinkle in a bit of what worked for me. (except tonight when clearly they are relapsing)&lt;br /&gt;
To understand that screaming growth clinging to your leg with a grip that not even Superman could mimic you've got to understand what's behind it.&amp;nbsp;Isn't it&amp;nbsp;ironic how mother nature is testing your abilities and frustrating that she's up in your business. I'd love to tell you that there is an easy fix here but there isn't. Unfortunately for us parents, separation anxiety is.....NORMAL. Ugh. Yep, totally normal and nearly every baby has it in some degree or another. Until somewhere around 8 months babies are blissfully unaware. Then it doesn't matter if you simply go around the corner, leave the room or drop them off for the evening with a friend so you can go out, they notice you are gone. They know you are gone and they have no&amp;nbsp;concept of when you will come back. Usually around a year old&amp;nbsp;they will loudly protest you're leaving as they are still without a concept of time. No ability to realize that you will come back for them. Sad hu? &lt;br /&gt;
It is different for each child as to how severely they develop separation anxiety and for how long it lasts. The good new is that you are a freaking FANTASTIC mama and you have developed a healthy relationship with your baby. You are well bonded.&amp;nbsp;Ok, so what are some tactics to use to help ease that little growth off your hip and into the room full of toys and children? Ever heard the saying practice makes perfect? Yep, best way to approach this with a baby that is struggling with separation anxiety is to practice it. Like anything else if baby is hungry, tired or sick it's NOT a good time to practice. Best time to leave baby? Well rested and with a full belly. Get a plan in place. Make sure to hug and kiss baby good bye. You can even blow kisses and wave on your way out. Then make your big exit. Do it. You have to follow through. You leave. Now for the don't list. DON"T sneak out while baby isn't watching and once you leave DON'T go back. Not yet anyhow. It will just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;
I know, I make it sound so easy. It's not, you know it and I know it. We question ourselves the second that pouty lip comes out and then Heaven help us when the tears come. If it's not only too much for your little one but also for you then start slow. One of our followers mentioned that her extreme mama's boy would be entering Sunday School and that he "just isn't ready". Well, you're his mom. You decide. Just because there is a time line that says he is old enough to go doesn't mean he has to. It doesn't mean that he NEVER has to, it just means that you get to practice. Practice at home. Find a friend you trust (writer clears throat) and leave him for 30 min, then and hour. Once you can leave him with someone else at home, take him to someone else's home. You have to develop the pattern of leaving him and then coming back for him. Over and over and over. Eventually, he'll get it. I promise. Do the same thing for Sunday school. Keep him with you for awhile and then leave him for the last 20 min. Pretty soon that 20 min will turn into the entire time. Some kids will just "peace out" mom and dad and hit the toy box in a dead sprint and others will find a good place on that hip to cling onto hours in advance of being dropped off. Just remember it's not a matter of if it's when. Practice makes perfect, give baby a good hug and kiss, take in that smell of baby lotion to get you through his tears and yours as you walk away and then enjoy your time knowing your are teaching your baby a very valuable life skill. You are a good mom, and if once in awhile you have to type in the dark then so be it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-7190973301973096806?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Myself&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3&gt;by Edgar Guest &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have to live with myself, and so,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be fit for myself to know;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be able as days go by,&lt;br /&gt;
Always to look myself straight in the eye;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to stand with the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;
And hate myself for the things I've done.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf&lt;br /&gt;
A lot of secrets about myself,&lt;br /&gt;
And fool myself as I come and go&lt;br /&gt;
Into thinking that nobody else will know&lt;br /&gt;
The kind of man I really am;&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to dress myself up in sham.&lt;br /&gt;
I want to deserve all men's respect;&lt;br /&gt;
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be able to like myself.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to think as I come and go&lt;br /&gt;
That I'm for bluster and bluff and empty show.&lt;br /&gt;
I never can hide myself from me,&lt;br /&gt;
I see what others may never see,&lt;br /&gt;
I know what others may never know,&lt;br /&gt;
I never can fool myself -- and so,&lt;br /&gt;
Whatever happens, I want to be&lt;br /&gt;
Self-respecting and conscience free.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-1308210466860943698?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So you're wondering what caused "the look" right? Well here's the story. It was an overcast Ohio day. The temperature was perfect. The family was all in town. My parents, my brother and his wife and my children and I headed off to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. It's become sort of a family tradition. Our waitress was an older gal. Surely past retirement age. If she wasn't then life has not been kind to her. I don't know the circumstances behind people but every time I see someone that I know could be retired, like the Walmart greeter or my waitress at Cracker Barrel I get a little soft spot. It's a mix of pity and admiration just so I cover all my bases. They could be working just for fun to keep themselves busy and youthful or they could be working because they aren't able to retire. Either way I'm covered in my respect of them. Back to the story. A soft spot had been created for our waitress that day. &lt;br /&gt;
The first time "the look" came was when we were ordering our drinks. Coffee for my parents and my brother and his wife, my daughter wanted hot chocolate, Diet Coke for me (what? I don't drink coffee and I wanted some freaking caffeine! Lol) and a kids Coke for the boy. There it was, "the look". I let it go. I knew what caused it. Whatever. No big deal. Maybe she had a bad dream last night about someone and their Coke. Usually once you get "the look" you don't get it again. Once they have shown their disapproval for your parenting skills you are safe from the torture again. Nope! Not today. Our waitress came back to deliver the drinks and what to her wondering eyes should appear, my son quietly entertaining himself.....with his PSP. There it is again "the look". Well now I'm thinking, "listen lady, at least my kid is being quiet and not disturbing the other patrons or making a mess on the floor or whatever!" but I didn't say a thing. Just smile and pretend ya don't care. My story is too long hu? Ok, to the point. She went to take our orders and I ordered my son the kids pancake and a whole order of bacon. "Kids pancake and a 1/2 of bacon," she reads back to me. Then we go back and forth a couple of times where I tell her I need a WHOLE order of bacon for my son. Not a half, a WHOLE. (it's not like a whole order is that much, she'd probably die if she knew I had fed him 8 pieces the day before at home. Haha) The rest of our visit was uneventful. I let my kid have a refill on his Coke (which he didn't drink) and he ate his WHOLE 3 pieces of bacon along with his pancake and my sausage. Now are you wondering yet why I'm telling you this story? It's the guilt people. That stupid parenting guilt. Why do we do it to ourselves. I can't even begin to describe to you the number of times I have beat myself up over a decision I made or a parenting tactic I used. DON'T do it. Children are resilient. I am more concerned&amp;nbsp;about whether my kid says please and thank you than I am over if he wants bacon for every meal. (of course he doesn't get it but we are at Grandma and Grandpa's and they can spoil him however they see fit) &lt;br /&gt;
I have been using this blog to give you some real world advice/experience along with the standard answers to what some of your questions have been. If you take nothing else away from here I want you to remember not to worry about "the look." It isn't possible for you to be the "worst mom ever" because that is a title I already proudly wear. I figure if my kids have clean clothing and a clean home, good manners, are active, spiritual and obedient children I will take the "worst mom ever" title. So let go of your mom guilt. Feed your kid bacon. If they ask for bacon again, then give them bacon. For you new mommies, quit feeling bad over letting your husband do the night time feedings or changing the diapers. Quit worrying about leaving the children and going out with your husband for the night. Who cares if you let your kids eat things that other people don't! You've heard the saying before, don't sweat the small stuff. If you hug your babies, kiss your babies, put your baby in time out and make them take a nap and then hug and kiss them some more. If you love your baby more than life itself then you have what it takes to be a good mom. Get rid of the guilt and just enjoy smelling the baby lotion! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-3413209512968575146?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So how do you know when your baby is ready to start experimenting outside of the world of breast milk or formula?&amp;nbsp;Here are some things to watch for.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can he hold his head up?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Will he sit in&amp;nbsp;a highchair?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does he shows interest in food? No, not your Diet Coke, your food. Mama doesn't EVER share her Diet Coke. Lol. (If only that was true, right?)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does he move his tongue back and forth? If you give him a little something is he able to keep the food in or does he&amp;nbsp;push the food out with his&amp;nbsp;tongue?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Is your little tank still hungry after 8 to 10 feedings of breast milk or 40 oz. of formula in a day?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Alright, baby looks ready for a real meal. Now what do you feed? If you are worried about allergies or anything my suggestion would be to start slow. It's better to avoid more allergic food like soy, dairy, eggs, fish and wheat. By slow I mean introduce something new only every 4 days. Feed baby breast milk or formula and then get some "food" ready. Start first with infant rice cereal. Mix 1tsp of cereal with about 4-5 tsp of formula or breast milk. It will be super runny but we are just introducing baby remember.If something you introduce baby to seems to not be a favorite just try it again in a few days. There is no "right" amount to feed your baby.&amp;nbsp;He will require different amounts at different times. Don't try introducing new foods to baby if he is grumpy or tired. Some other great choices after infant rice cereal are pureed bananas, peaches, sweet potatoes and pears. Just like us babies would rather have sweet things so make sure and give your veggies first. &lt;br /&gt;
Keep feeding your baby breast milk or formula. There's no way you can replenish the important vitamins and nutrients that baby gets&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;breast milk and formula with solid foods. In addition to the nutrients imagine the calories. That little needs more calories than solid foods could ever cover. &lt;br /&gt;
So enjoy experimenting with your real life little person. Don't worry when he dribbles sweet potatoes or spits green beans at you. It's not the cooks fault or a problem with the food. It's all part of the fun for a baby of finding all the fun things&amp;nbsp;they can do and the reaction they will get from you. Lol. Have fun getting the green beans out of your babies ears and don't forget to take time to stop and smell the baby lotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3297007542939428202-2449128670071232334?l=time4mommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp;“Like” TIME 4 ME on Facebook. Here is the link to my&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Time-4-Me/118744968210566"&gt;Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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NOW HIRING-blog contributors. The pay is awesome; it pays zero dollars and zero cents.&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp; You get the satisfaction of knowing you have filled your computer time with something worth-while.&amp;nbsp; I am looking for a contributor. You can contribute as little or as much as you’d like.&amp;nbsp; Your posts won’t go straight onto the blog. I’m not that crazy. You will email me your topic and then your finished post. I will review it, edit it if I feel necessary and then post it. (or not post it if it’s inappropriate or suckish) Email me your goods and when it makes it to the blog you get all my praise and thanks. I will be sure to feature you as the writer for that post. This isn’t an anyone and everyone kinda gig. I will take the first 3 truly interested people. You are thinking…..why would I want to be a contributor? The blogs is growing fast and furiously. You will be free to advertise yourself or link to your product at the end of each post you write.&amp;nbsp; SO, email me your first entry along with a little background about yourself and a couple sentences as to why you want to be a contributor.&amp;nbsp; Also if you will be advertising a product or service I will need to know what that is also. The last thing you need to know is if the service you offer is at all like my own then I won’t be accepting you as a contributor. If you aren’t sure exactly what the crazy lady here does then check out my &lt;a href="http://www.time4mommy.webs.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. No way I can let the competition in. Not yet anyhow. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;
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