<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>UpperNW Mom</title><description>A Washington D.C. Upper NW Jewish soccer mom relates tales from the trenches of sibling battles, preschool parking lot wars and thoughts on parenting.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)</managingEditor><pubDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2024 01:06:10 -0400</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title>Goodbye for now</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye-for-now.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:07:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-8930217784989500923</guid><description>I am sure most of you have guessed by now, but I have taken a hiatus from the parenting blog to focus on my fiction writing.I am happy to report I am gaining some traction with my work and will let you know more when I know more.Ta ta for now!Linda</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>The Happiest Place on Earth</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/06/happiest-place-on-earth.html</link><category>beards</category><category>Disney World</category><category>summer camp</category><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 21:44:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-7237218595984713996</guid><description>Since the last time I posted a month ago, Nate graduated preschool, my basement flooded causing serious mold, and we took the kids to Disney World for a whole week. And the only thing, I really want to share is that Jacob asked Matt, "When I'm a grown-up will the hair on my head grow out of my face, too?"He is SO fuuny, especially when he doesn't try.  When he does try he uproarious also.Both </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Mother's Day- the nice version</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-nice-version.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 20:50:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-7113082442621701836</guid><description>In my rant below, I neglected to mention that my boys gave me lovely, handmade pieces of jewlery. I proudly wore both large pins on my blouse today.  Now, objectively, I could look at each pin and recognize that they are no David Yurman pieces, but to me, they were the most beautiful treasures in the world.Too special to wear just any day.  So I will pull them out just once a year on Mother's day</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Happy Moms Day</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-moms-day.html</link><category>Mothers Day</category><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 20:08:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-6657713161249717171</guid><description>Aaaah, Mother's day again.  A day to lie in bed, have breakfast delivered on a tray with a rose, and get pampered all day.  Oh, wait, that's on TV, not my life.  Got my usual 6:30 wake  up,  everyone snuggled in bed till after 7.  Nice.  Shuffled downstairs to make breakfast.Matt- totally jetlagged and in severe back pain.  I let him sleep in.Got downstairs to see that the house was a disaster </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Happy Earth Day</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-earth-day.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:58:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-4049913506340190776</guid><description>My family's gone green this year. Some of you may think we're trying to be trendy and jump on the bandwagon. I say great, let's all be trendy and jump on this bandwagon together- much better than the skinny-jean bandwagon.Jacob's happy about going green, because green is his 'favoritist' color. Not to say we've gone Ed Begley-vegetable oil-powered car- green, but, we've made a few small changes </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>I'm not saying this aloud, but...</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-saying-this-aloud-but.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 8 Apr 2008 22:31:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-6754911953384094436</guid><description>I am whispering this in case Jacob hears and gets the wrong idea.  For the last 3 days, he has not gone in his diaper and uses the potty all by himself!  The key with Jacob is that he has to be in control.  As soon as I showed him how to pee standing up and left him alone in the bathroom and to go whenever he chose- he is being really good about going.  As soon as I remind him or ask him if he </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Horrible Parenting spotted at Potbelly in College Park</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/04/horrible-parenting-spotted-at-potbelly.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 6 Apr 2008 20:29:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-3852259356402069202</guid><description>I would desperately love to point the finger at someone else's parenting, but I'm afraid Matt and I get all the credit for the worst 15 minutes in parenting we've done in a while. Granted, everything is relative- our children were not physically abused, left alone or mauled by wild animals due to our negligence.  So in perspective, it's really not totally horrible- just mildly embarassing.On </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Busy little bees</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-little-bees.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2008 13:57:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-1476961415735459678</guid><description>I hate the whole concept of overscheduled kids.  Childhood should be playing outside, building forts out of every chair and sheet in your house and just hanging out.  In fact, NPRrecently ran an article about free play for children.  See it herehttp://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=19212514So, with all this, I managed to undo 5 years of hanging out in one semester.  Currently, my </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Story Retirement</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-retirement.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 11:21:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-3940152231681213457</guid><description>The other night I went out for drinks with some other mom friends.  I found myself telling a funny anecdote and had some deja vu.  The story is pretty funny, so I've toldit often in the past few years.  My friends around the table politely laughed- even though they may have heard the story before.So, this is my call to myself and others.  Retire the story.  Yep- tell it one last time, then make a</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>I've got the vomit</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-got-vomit.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 5 Mar 2008 16:22:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-3595291336742866429</guid><description>Welcome to my little corner of Hell.  Friday night I felt a bit nauseated.  Saturday morning, nausea turned into full fledged vomit.  It is now Wednesday, and I am only just beginning to hold down solid food.Thank goodness for family, specifically my mother in law, who showed up fearlessly (the threat of vomit contaigion was strong) and took care of the boys.  Despite the hours she put in, I </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>When words come back to bite you in the ass</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-words-come-back-to-bite-you-in-ass.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 11:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-6623655380631040297</guid><description>This past week I have had a few conversations that have come back to bite me in the ass.  A new babysitter came to watch the boys Sunday evening.  When we arrived home, she complimented us by telling me the boys stayed so nicely in their beds.  She'd was not used to kids staying in their beds.Of course I shrugged it off by joking that we trained them by using shock therapy.  Inwardly, I was smug.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Making the grade</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/12/making-grade.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 21:03:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-6189188398879115286</guid><description>Do you ever have those days when you feel you are swimming against the current and slipping further and further from your destination?  I am having one of those weeks, possibly months. The problem is that Alpha parenting Bobo style comes with a lot of rules and rigamarole.  I seem to be missing all the baselines.-4 servings of vegetables per day? not even close.  Do green apple jacks count?1 hour</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Still fuming in DC</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/11/still-fuming-in-dc.html</link><pubDate>Mon, 26 Nov 2007 19:45:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-2832302563094947360</guid><description>We got back from Barcelona last week and headed straight to Miami for Thanksgiving where we spent the last week.  I will highlight more about our Barcelona trip, but now I need to write about an incident that happened today at the airport.Jacob and I sat down on the floor in an open space by the gate of our airplane this morning.  There were no seats left and a nice big open space by the window </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>An easy day in Barcelona</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/11/easy-day-in-barcelona.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 14 Nov 2007 17:31:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-7299387797548435672</guid><description>We took it easy today and stayed in pjs for brunch in the apartment.  Everyone needed a day respite from our hectic touring schedule.  Around noon, we headed to a playground a few blocks from our apartment.  The boys played for an hour, while we chatted it up with another American family on holiday from an army base in Germany.  Nate was delighted to have an english-speaking playmate.After the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Days 5-7 in Barcelona</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/11/days-5-7-in-barcelona.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:13:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-4499971489833195621</guid><description>Matt started Tech Ed so he has been escaping with the laptop before I wake up and returning after we sleep, so blogging has been on hiatus.  He got back early tonight so here goes.I can't remember where we left off, but on Sunday we took the Bus Turistic up to Parc Guell, a Gaudi fantasy.  The boys wanted more hiking, but they loved the mosaic Salamander fountain.  It was a lovely day, and the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Day 4 in Barcelona</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-4-in-barcelona.html</link><pubDate>Fri, 9 Nov 2007 16:24:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-2271153680904515259</guid><description>The jet lag is wearing off, and the fun is beginning.  We took a tour bus up a hill to Montjuic today.  Some believe the juic in the word stems from the ancient Catalan word for Jew.  Makes sense, as there is an ancient Jewish cemetary up there.We stopped at the Fundicion Joan Miro.  The boys played in the sculpture garden then Nate and Grandma toured the art with sketch pads and colored pencils </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Hola from Barcelona!</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/11/hola-from-barcelona.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 7 Nov 2007 17:30:00 -0500</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-1180063106934066811</guid><description>I am posting today from Barcelona!  On Monday, Matt, Nate, Jacob, my parents and I hopped on a plane (ok, 3 planes) and flew to Barcelona where we wil stay for 10 days.  The boys were marvelous on the plane.  It was a night flight, and they played for an hour or so then fell asleep for the rest of the flight.Now that we are here, I am rethinking the whole trip.  Jacob is not handling jet lag well</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Brows</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/11/brows.html</link><pubDate>Thu, 1 Nov 2007 14:50:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-3890671685106289736</guid><description>I can't stop looking in the mirror; embarrassing but true.  A few weeks ago, I was getting a bikini wax before my Costa Rica Trip.  I confessed to the aesthetician I had never waxed, shaped, plucked or in anyway touched my eyebrows.  Silence filled the room for a few seconds, then she roughly pushed my head back on the table and got busy with her tweezers.Ten minutes and a few tears later, she </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Got Milk?</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-milk.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 9 Oct 2007 21:04:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-7605151990296516343</guid><description>This little anecdote should really go on my friend of a friend's blog, Mamma Knows Breast, but its going on mine.  So Hah!Last night while reading bedtime stories, Jacob reached over and put his hand down the collar of my shirt to squeeze my breast.  Before I could stop him, he removed his hand and announced, "Mmmm, I want some milk!"  Then he made his little fist into a cup and pretended to </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Even the best laid plans.</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/10/even-best-laid-plans.html</link><pubDate>Sun, 7 Oct 2007 21:20:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-5932996502965557110</guid><description>If any of you were at Imagination Stage today for the 12:30 production of Jungle Book, the shrieking, crying kid was mine.  Matt is out of town (surprise surprise) so I decided to treat the boys to a day at the theater seeing the Jungle Book.  Nate is really into the jungle, so I figured it would be a great first play.Well, I was right about Nate.  He was excited and so happy when the show began.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Soccer Mom Goes Shopping</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/09/soccer-mom-goes-shopping.html</link><category>sex toys</category><category>slipped disc</category><pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:29:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-6803745636539936388</guid><description>Other possible titles for this blog include:-I would do anything for love, and I will do that-The Girl Next Door-A little bit of Naughty in Nice BethesdaAs some of you may know, Matt (my hubbie) has a slipped disc. He is more or less bed-ridden unless he is on a red-eye to Redmond. Today his doctor recommended a special wedge pillow to alleviate some of the pressure in his lower back. One might </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Catch Up</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/09/catch-up.html</link><pubDate>Wed, 5 Sep 2007 20:14:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-2620112391579560854</guid><description>First I'm gonna whine a bit.  I'd like to have a really good excuse for not blogging in the last month, but I dont.  Let's just say camp ended, my babysitter left town and Matt took an endless business trip.  By the time night rolled around, I was too tired to blog.  I spent the evening surfing my TIVO and working on my book. Yes, you read correctly, my book.  For the last few months I have been </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>No Harry Potter Spoilers- I promise</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-harry-potter-spoilers-i-promise.html</link><category>Harry Potter</category><category>maturity</category><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jul 2007 13:35:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-8191824019094632770</guid><description>It would be remiss of me not to mention the major event of the last week, since many of you know me to be a HUGE Harry Potter fan. Of course I finished it within 12 hours of its release, but I promise, no spoilers. The release of Deathly Hallows was a large event, in part because it caused many fans to reflect on the last ten years of their life since the first book came out. (or whenever they </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Office Politics</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/07/office-politics.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 22:52:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-2387076614816642503</guid><description>Gossip seems to be human nature.  In sixth grade it's all about who likes each other.  In eleventh grade, it's who slept with each other.  Same goes for college.  When you graduate to an office environment, bed-partners remains a top subject, but in the interest of professionalism, much discussion occurs about work-place politics.  Cubicle placement, firings, hirings, promotions etc... all come </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item><item><title>Can a 4 year old be sexist?</title><link>http://uppernwmom.blogspot.com/2007/07/can-4-year-old-be-sexist.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 21:53:00 -0400</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22736575.post-6053843941924850133</guid><description>I am not sure whether it is developmental or a precursor of things to come, but Nate has become a bit of a sexist pig lately.  For example, today he announced, "Boys are faster runners than girls."  When discussing his upcoming birthday party, he is quite clear that he wants no "girl" things in the goody bags.  "Nothing pink or princess!," he announced with disdain dripping from each syllable </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>Your (optional) podcast author email address (LHeller)</author></item></channel></rss>