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My littlest &lt;i&gt;nephew&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;turned one last month&amp;nbsp;and we were able to celebrate this beautiful day with the whole family. I am always reminded about how precious family is and how important it is to make time for them. My brother and I always dreamed, &lt;i&gt;talked&lt;/i&gt;, about days like today. How one day our children would grow up together. How we would get to &lt;i&gt;watch them&lt;/i&gt;. The holidays. The two of us with our own families. &lt;i&gt;Becoming parents&lt;/i&gt;. Being parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's all so amazing that we are &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;, today, and we are watching &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;children grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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He has two. I have two. There will mostly likely be more. &lt;em&gt;On my end, for sure&lt;/em&gt;. On his, we shall see. Regardless though, it's amazing to see where we are today. The two of us, as parents. And to watch this &lt;em&gt;little family&lt;/em&gt; grow into something bigger.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dream of large family holidays and becoming these parents that we talked about being as young children ourselves is finally coming true.&lt;br /&gt;
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And it's pretty neat to watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was supposed to be a post with just pictures and silence, but somehow I caught myself remembering&amp;nbsp;4.5 years ago,&amp;nbsp;standing with my nervous brother in the waiting room for a minute, talking about this new life he was getting ready to be embraced with. &lt;br /&gt;
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You mean memories into pictures? Yes. That's exactly what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;
The problem with today {present day} is that we {moms, women, people} tend to take a whole lot of pictures. &lt;b&gt;Snap snap snap&lt;/b&gt;. Five minutes go by and we have 200+ photos. By the time our babies turn 1, we probably have over 10,000 photos. Not probably,&lt;i&gt; we do&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So then, what do you go about doing with those photos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The other day, I asked this question to a few people that I work with. I was then surprised by their answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "What do you do with all the pictures you take?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob, Sally, Jim, and whoever:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;"Well? Where do you store your pictures?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B,S,J,W:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "On the computer."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "Then what?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B,S,J,W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Peculiar look on their face&lt;/i&gt;. "Then that's that."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; "So you don't print them?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;BS,J,W:&lt;/span&gt; "No. Why would I? I have them on the computer"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I don't know a Bob, Sally, Jim, or whoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was honestly shocked. But then again, &lt;i&gt;why should I be&lt;/i&gt;? In today's society it is normal to have everything on the computer, &lt;i&gt;right.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Emails, pictures, videos, you name it, it's all computerized. I mean, common we don't even paper chart anymore. So why should I expect anyone to actually do the old fashioned way and have &lt;i&gt;old fashioned photos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I just called 4x6 photos that you can hold in your hand old fashioned. At least, that's what I bet our kids will be saying. "Mom, boy, that is OLD."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Anyways, I'm getting off course here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, I, personally, love to look at pictures. I love to hold them. I love to stare at them. I love the memories that they bring back to me. And naturally, I love how they can make people smile, bring people together, and bring things back into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pictures are, what I like to call, &lt;i&gt;powerful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So why then do we keep them in hidden files on the computer? Sure, it's great way to access them. Sure, they don't take up much space. And sure, you aren't forced to take the time to choose which pictures to develop and choose which ones not. They're there forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, tell me when the last time you sat down and went through all those pictures? A month ago? Two? 5? A year? Never?&lt;br /&gt;
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And if you did, how long did you last? Probably not long.&lt;br /&gt;
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The computer tends to bore me. I look through a few pictures and then I get distracted by something else and move on. That's just the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do I do will all the millions of pictures I take? Well. I print them. Except, I don't normally do the &lt;i&gt;"old fashioned way"&lt;/i&gt; {even though sometimes I still like to get the 4x6 prints as well}, instead I love to turn our lives into little books. This includes my blog, our iphone pictures, and the fancy &lt;b&gt;schmancy &lt;/b&gt;camera pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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Books. That tell a story.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLOG TO BOOK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have done a post on this before, so I won't go into too much detail. But I tell you this... if you are a blogger, if you blog about your life {or anything else that you are passionate about} and don't want those words, memories, and photos to fade? TURN YOUR BLOG INTO A BOOK! I promise you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I have to say, it will take more than just one book {I currently have 2, working on 3} if you have been blogging for quite some time. My books have been anywhere from 250-300 pages.&lt;br /&gt;
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I used &lt;a href="http://blog2print.com/"&gt;blog2print.com&lt;/a&gt;. It takes approximately 30 minutes from start to finish, and all the work is done for you, you just fill in the needed spaces. My suggestion is that you actually go through your posts &lt;b&gt;before&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;you start the process and decide which ones to delete and which ones to keep. That way, you don't have posts in your book {such as advertisement, sponsors, embarrassing &lt;i&gt;I-can't-believe-I-wrote-that-posts&lt;/i&gt;, and so forth} that you may not want.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then follow the steps. Always check out &lt;a href="http://etailmenot.com/"&gt;retailmenot.com&lt;/a&gt; for coupon codes or like their &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/Blog2Print?fref=ts"&gt;facebook page&lt;/a&gt;, as they post discount codes frequently. &lt;i&gt;Every day of the week.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;IPHONE PICTURES TO BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I recently did my first book of iphone pictures and I have to say I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;excited about it. Unfortunately, it only has a fraction of the pictures that we have ever taken {1,000} from our phones, but it is just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be honest with you, I love iphone pictures more than I do from the &lt;i&gt;real camera&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;pictures. Why? Because this is &lt;i&gt;us&lt;/i&gt;. They capture the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;moments so well. The goofy ones. The "hurry get your phone out" ones. The smiles. The dirty faces. The &lt;i&gt;not so pretty &lt;/i&gt;all the time looks. Those pictures are the ones where Andrew and I can point to one and say..."Oh ya remember when...."&lt;br /&gt;
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So, the details. I use walgreens.com for mine, but I assume you can go through any company and be pleased. The reason that I chose &lt;a href="http://www.walgreens.com/"&gt;walgreens&lt;/a&gt; {besides the fact that I have many of E's baby albums done through them} is because of how easy and convenient it is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;First,&lt;/b&gt; upload your pictures to iphoto and then choose that little button that says "delete after transfer" so that your phone can be free of all the old photos and you can start taking new ones.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Second&lt;/b&gt;, go through those pictures and decide which to delete. Try to get down to 1,000 photos. Why 1,000? Because I wouldn't suggest more than that for 1 album of 150 pages, as your pictures will be too small.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Third,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;upload them to walgreens and choose the "fast setting" so that your upload won't take 2 weeks. &lt;i&gt;Seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lastly, &lt;/b&gt;choose "auto fill" and it will fill your album with all your pictures up to 150 pages. In order, &lt;i&gt;for those wondering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Again, wait until walgreens has a deal going on {anywhere from 30-50% off books &lt;b&gt;including&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;extra pages} and then use retailmenot.com to get free shipping codes! It will cost you about $100 for the 150 pages, but if you think about it... that is about 10 cents a picture! It is what you would pay if you ordered each individually, and this way, they are more organized, already in an album for you, and you can show it off for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;FANCY CAMERA PICTURES TO BOOK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;These are the ones that I suggest taking the most time to go through, as they are the ones that I use for my babies' baby books. I have used two different websites and have been very pleased with both, so it is all about personal preference and price {hello discounts!}. Both Shutterfly and Walgreens have great quality, but &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; has many more options available.&lt;br /&gt;
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With Shutterfly, you can choose different themes and then put pictures in. However, with this method, you don't get as many pictures per page and it seems as though the pages are filled with quotes and butterflies and such. &lt;i&gt;No thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have used &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; though and just filled the pages with all pictures {meaning have 9+ pictures per page} so that I could maximize the space more.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shutterfly has &lt;b&gt;awesome&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;discount codes {that you can combine} and normally I save 60%+ with free shipping.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only downfall with shutterfly is that upload takes a lot longer and I felt like the site was running slow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Otherwise, &lt;a href="http://www.walgreens.com/"&gt;walgreens&lt;/a&gt; has always been my next favorite site to use!&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day, whatever you choose to do with your pictures is completely up to you. However,&amp;nbsp;I know&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;that one day&amp;nbsp;I may want to sit at the couch and show my &lt;i&gt;grown&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;children what they were like when they were little.&lt;br /&gt;
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I may want to show your daughter who is now pregnant with her first how &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;looked when you were in her place, pregnant with your 1st, 20+ years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;
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I &amp;nbsp;may want to sit with your husband, when your children are off at college, and remember those days.&amp;nbsp;Those days that make you say..."&lt;i&gt;Remember when..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And then&amp;nbsp;I'll have to&amp;nbsp;remember to have a kleenex nearby in order to not&amp;nbsp;get the pages all wet. From all the tears.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think about this sometimes. I catch myself remembering only parts of my childhood, and the parts that I can remember, the ones that stick out that is, are the ones that don't include happy cheerful over-the-time moments. In fact, the only happy memories I can remember are those where stories are told over and over again. "When I was little....."&lt;br /&gt;
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So, what I can remember? &lt;em&gt;Always interests me&lt;/em&gt;. Memories of my mom pulling out my baby teeth. Those wobbly ones that just wouldn't come out. But? I feared it. Memories of a snake that slithered right by my leg at my grandmother's farm, one that caused me to fear the sight of snakes from there on out. One that caused a nightmare or two growing up. Memories of an argument I had with my mom. One where I can still picture where we were standing, and what was said. Memories of my biological father, the only one memory that I have of him, and it wasn't a good one. Memories of my brother forgetting&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember good times. Great times. Happiness. Memories.&amp;nbsp;Memories where you sit around at the Christmas table and reminisce and tell stories. I do. But&amp;nbsp;it is amazing to&amp;nbsp;me how the details of those happy memories fade. As though you don't hold onto them as much.&amp;nbsp;However, they are what one envisions a childhood as. One in which you want to press play and put on repeat over and over. One that you want your children to always remember as. A childhood full of happiness. And all the details that go with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day, I would never say I had a bad childhood. I would say that having&amp;nbsp;a family&amp;nbsp;that loves you, a roof over your head, food on the table, and clothes on your back, already puts me at a place where I could never complain or be ungrateful for due to other children who struggled. However, knowing what I know today, being a parent myself now, I can now understand how actions are important.&lt;br /&gt;
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How big of a role a parent is. &lt;br /&gt;
Overall, I think what I have learned, from my childhood and my experience, is that children tend to remember in greater detail when something bad happens, versus good. Not only do they remember, but it stays with them. It affects them. &lt;em&gt;Even the little things, like what we say. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing this&lt;/em&gt;, knowing how important our actions are on our children and the childhood that we provide for them, makes my role as a parent that much more important.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want my children to remember the happy memories. I will fight to provide a home of safety, warmth, and comfort to them. I never want them to have nightmares about past experiences. To have images of sadness or fear. Although, I know I cannot control it all, and lay out this perfect pain-free life for them, &lt;em&gt;I sure want to fight for it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And I believe that a childhood is one of the most important times of a person's life. I believe it is what molds them. What sets the foundation for their future. How they will be, how they will live their lives. Is it the only factor? No. But I sure do believe it's the greatest of all.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want to always remember that. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Our children get to live their childhood once. Just once. &lt;/em&gt;Make it a good one.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/2VVpIJpgUfs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3557317801531427970?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3557317801531427970?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/2VVpIJpgUfs/remembering-childhood.html" title="Remembering Childhood" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2013/05/remembering-childhood.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERHo_cCp7ImA9WhBbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-388561734160106562</id><published>2013-05-17T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-17T08:00:05.448-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-17T08:00:05.448-04:00</app:edited><title>I confess..</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;I cannot stand the sound of napkins against people's hands.&lt;/strong&gt; Them playing with it? The rustling sound? I cringe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I will have moments where I become neurotic clean freak/organize queen&lt;/strong&gt;. During those moments... little pieces from toys? Stand no chance. Trash. Trash. Trash. I cannot stand small pieces laying around everywhere. If they don't have a home, I make one for them. The trash can.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I have approximately 12 people saved to my cell phone contacts&lt;/strong&gt;. Why? Because I am too lazy to save phone numbers. If you were to go through my texts, you would see a list of phone numbers. How do I remember who is who? Based on what we were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, Andrew clears my phone {don't ask me why},&lt;/strong&gt; and then I get upset because I don't remember so and so's phone number and cannot get in contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;If you call and I don't know your phone number? I won't answer&lt;/strong&gt;. If you don't leave a voicemail? I won't call back.&lt;br /&gt;
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And since I am on the topic of cell phones, lets just say &lt;strong&gt;I am terrible at getting back to people&lt;/strong&gt;. In all forms.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Moving along...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;When I used to work day shift, I would set 3 alarms.&lt;/strong&gt; Two of those three were set for a couple hours before I had to actually wake up. Why? Because I loved knowing that I had a couple hours left. And now? Well, now, I don't even know what sleep is. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;5/7 days of the week, I eat cereal.&lt;/strong&gt; Trader Joe's Berry cereal. The absolute best.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I would eat cereal for every meal if that was okay&lt;/strong&gt;. Which, by the way, who says it isn't?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;When I'm at work, I don't normally&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Eat.&amp;nbsp;If&amp;nbsp;I do,&amp;nbsp;it's because someone has either brought food in {junk food}, or I go downstairs to pick something out. Which, 9/10 it's either a piece {x10} of chocolate or a salad. &lt;em&gt;Absolutely makes sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;The first movie I ever cried at was Lion King.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;But then again, I cry at every sad movie. &lt;/strong&gt;I cry at just the sight of someone crying. And when I cry, it sure isn't pretty. I get red in the face, splotchy, and I feel like I can't breathe. &lt;br /&gt;
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And there you have it, a random confessional on food, my phone habits, and crying. Happy Friday! And because it's such a happy day, save 30% off &lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/p/advertising.html"&gt;sponsorship&lt;/a&gt; through the weekend using code: happyday &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Happy day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Elliana&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what you have been up to:&lt;br /&gt;
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You learned to ride her tricycle by herself. Mama had bought this for you after baby brother was born because you were just an &lt;i&gt;exceptional&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;big sister and we knew you deserved it. Because of the crummy weather, we had only been able to practice with it indoors and you really enjoyed it. However, you struggled with the concept at the beginning. And then, one day, you just got on it an went. Mama and papa of course recorded it and now we go out every day riding your little bike. You even love your helmet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Learned to spell {besides&amp;nbsp;your name} things like: cat, dog, mama, papa, at, bat, hat, fish, milk, box, boy, girl, no, go, so, apple, good, book, look, red, run, fun, and more. Since recognizing that&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;are picking up the &lt;i&gt;spelling&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;part so well, we are currently focused on this more and more during our little school sessions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other things we are learning: days of the week {which you have mastered}, months of the year, telling time.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are definitely thinning out and losing the little amount of baby fat you had left. In fact, I don't think you have gained weight in over 6 months. &lt;i&gt;This makes mama kind of sad... validation that you are in fact becoming a little girl&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;versus a &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Potty Trained! I wrote a big post about this a while back. We are SO proud, &lt;i&gt;still.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Eating well overall {knock on wood}. Still have your favorites, but enjoying veggies a little more. &lt;i&gt;You hate textures though&lt;/i&gt;, just like your mama. In love with carrots, and bananas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of &lt;b&gt;bananas&lt;/b&gt;... you ask for one every time you wake up in the middle of the night. Sometimes it is 2 am, sometimes 4, &lt;i&gt;we get lucky when it's at 6am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/b&gt;But every time you get one, you eat it and go right back to sleep. It's strange, I get it, but&amp;nbsp;I cannot wait for you to grow up {well I can}, just so I can tell you this funny little thing that you did. &lt;i&gt;Who asks for a banana at 2 am anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;
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You always request "&lt;i&gt;we eat cereal together, mama"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in the morning. &lt;i&gt;Every time.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have to say, I am pleased to hear that you love to share the table with me and enjoy some yummy o's.&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Why live performance. This was your first &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;live performance, and to say that we all had a blast would be an understatement. We had such a great time that your mama even wrote a whole post about it {fast forward a few pages}. We cannot wait to take you to more shows!&lt;br /&gt;
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When you get into Graham's face {multiple times a day}, you love to squeeze his cheeks and say "Gooo goo gaahh gaahh, la la la la." &lt;i&gt;I wonder where you saw that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;You &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;toddler time, and we go anywhere from 2-3 times a week. You are still super shy with the teachers and tell them &lt;i&gt;thank you&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;under your breath every time. You also have to have mama sit with you. I don't like to use the word &lt;i&gt;shy&lt;/i&gt;, as I think that you are special and just quietly reserved. And that is &lt;b&gt;okay&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and we embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;
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You have a friend that you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in love with. We see her sometimes &lt;i&gt;every day&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and you ask about her &lt;i&gt;all the time! &lt;/i&gt;You two are so cute together, hugging, holding hands, and giggling at everything the other one does. She is 9 months younger than you, but as you guys get older, the age gap is basically non-existent. It's so fun to watch you two together, and I can see future slumber parties. One thing that I dream for you, my sweet girl, is a close strong group of friends. It is so important to surround yourself by good people. But for now, I guess you just want a fun sandbox friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of sandbox, we set one up for you and you are obsessed! I have a feeling that you will enjoy the beach that much more this year! &lt;i&gt;Hoping&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I mentioned how much you love your baby brother? &lt;i&gt;You do.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;A lot.&lt;br /&gt;
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You started calling me "Mommy." No more mama. I try to correct you, but you giggle and then repeat mommy over and over again. &lt;i&gt;I love it though.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's sweet coming out of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lets talk about sleep. Since mama went back to work from maternity leave, we take family naps. At bedtime though, we lay down to you while you go to sleep. A new thing that you are doing while you are falling asleep is kicking. And tossing. And turning. And more kicking. It's not intentional, but after hitting your papa in the head one too many times, he's not too pleased with it. But once that thumb goes in your mouth, the twirling of the hair starts, and the eyes quickly follow. &lt;br /&gt;
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I know I am missing out on so much more, but again, these updates will just keep coming. I have no intention of stopping. It's my way of holding on to these precious memories and milestones.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love you, to the moon and back, over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Mama &amp;amp; Papa&lt;br /&gt;
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If you had asked me the question, "What do you think about that Duggar lady," 5 years ago... the first, and only word, that would come out of my mouth to perfectly describe my thoughts would be "Crazy."&lt;br /&gt;
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Crazy for having 19 kids. Crazy for birthing 19 kids. Crazy for being pregnant most of her life. &lt;i&gt;Just plain old crazy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today, if you were to ask me "So what do you think about that Duggar lady," my exact honest response would be, "Lucky."&lt;br /&gt;
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Now now, before I convince you that I have completely fallen off the rocker and went somewhere out of this world, bare with me and my {somewhat} crazy, unstable way of thinking as I explain my reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, as I&amp;nbsp;added another addition to the family {hi Graham!}, I quickly realized what it was like to love two children. What it mean to have your "heart grow" in size, and what it&amp;nbsp;was like to now have TWO children that love you unconditionally. I proved every feeling and thought I had on "loving another child" wrong, and it was a huge testament to the future of our little family.&lt;br /&gt;
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And so when I sat on the couch the other day, I couldn't help but think about my children. Present and future. While I was&amp;nbsp;deep in thought,&amp;nbsp;Elliana walked up to me and said "Hugs and kisses mama?" She caught me off gaurd.&lt;i&gt; "Why, yes, baby, thank you,&lt;/i&gt;" I say back to her after we exchange the sweetest of kisses and longest of hugs. Then I looked down at Graham, who&amp;nbsp;instantly threw me the biggest toothless smile after our eyes met. &lt;br /&gt;
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And I smiled. I smiled so big that my heart hurt from smiling. Gosh, I am getting mushier and mushier by the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I just couldn't help to think what it would be like to add another. I imagine it will feel the same one day. To fall in love with motherhood that much more. To not share the love, but to have it grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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So while I'm sitting there, I begin to think about the dear Duggar lady. How LUCKY she is to have such a large family. To have her heart grow 19 times the normal size. To experience the greatest kind of loves out there. 19 times.&lt;br /&gt;
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I used to think... how does she do it? How does she keep going throughout the day. How does she homeschool all of her children. Maintain the home. Be so patient. And show her children individual love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, before you go thinking that I'm going to be racking on the kids left and right because of this post... just know... our "number" is THREE. &lt;br /&gt;
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But? If I had endless amounts of money, a large home, and the guts? I would totally have 19 kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;In my dreams.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And no, we will &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;be having 19 kids. Or 10. Or 7. Maybe &lt;i&gt;three.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Okay, &lt;i&gt;maybe &lt;/i&gt;four.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/xaskJ3XxClE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/3313322086079839306/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=3313322086079839306&amp;isPopup=true" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3313322086079839306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3313322086079839306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/xaskJ3XxClE/some-days-i-think-to-myself-i-can.html" title="Some Days, I think to myself... I can totally have 19 kids." /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ttBrB0Imrfk/UZLwIekr5fI/AAAAAAAAR7o/FT8TJ2rB-6U/s72-c/Screen+shot+2013-05-14+at+10.15.56+PM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2013/05/some-days-i-think-to-myself-i-can.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUERHk9eip7ImA9WhBbFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-7748176382019293055</id><published>2013-05-14T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-14T12:00:05.762-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-14T12:00:05.762-04:00</app:edited><title>Eyes Made To See The World</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Here&lt;/i&gt;, mama, papa's glasses," she says.&lt;br /&gt;
"Broken," she adds.&lt;br /&gt;
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I look down to, well, see that they were in fact broken. I call Andrew to tell him, and he's pretty upset, since he had just purchased the pair this year. Seeing as it was only May, and our next coverage wouldn't begin until January, this would mean that he would either have to wait 8 months, or he would be paying full price for a pair of glasses. &lt;br /&gt;
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When I thought about who to surprise with a year of VSP eye insurance, the answer was blatantly obvious to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch the video below to see it all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wondering what VSP can do for you? “Eye” got you covered. VSP Direct costs as low as 41 cents a day and is a great way for individuals and families to have vision insurance, even if it's not provided through work. Learn more about VSP &lt;a href="http://clvr.li/11ix7zY" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't take the camera out as much as I used to. Sometimes a week goes by. Sometimes two. I want to make myself more accountable about this. I want to be able to capture &lt;i&gt;our days&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;more. Just us. Our routines. Our &lt;i&gt;usual&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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It only takes a few minutes to snap a few photos, yet I can't even bring myself to do that these days. Pictures with the phone? &lt;i&gt;Sure&lt;/i&gt;. But actual photos with the &lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;camera? Hard at times. Most days, time just goes by so fast you just seem to &lt;i&gt;forget&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, this is me, reminding myself how important it is to just take &lt;i&gt;a few pictures&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a day.&lt;br /&gt;
To &lt;i&gt;really freeze time&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
To remember.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Because it goes by too fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/OqZXYmRrsvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/11158605427792638/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=11158605427792638&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/11158605427792638?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/11158605427792638?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/OqZXYmRrsvQ/just-us-our-day-our-pictures.html" title="Just Us-Our Day-Our Pictures" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J6qnzAMXNYM/UYqX1clrIiI/AAAAAAAAR04/T_TbOnSeRng/s72-c/Untitled+2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2013/05/just-us-our-day-our-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEBQ38_cCp7ImA9WhBbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-4072351886892218974</id><published>2013-05-13T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-13T08:04:12.148-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-13T08:04:12.148-04:00</app:edited><title>Sometimes, You Need Those Reminders</title><content type="html">Today, was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;
Where I needed a reminder, of how precious this life that I have been given. The children that I have been blessed with. The husband who has been by my side through&lt;i&gt; it all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart is full, &lt;i&gt;my life is rich&lt;/i&gt;. Every day should be a blessing. Every day is a gift. So why, ever, shall we take it for granted. Every day should be approached&lt;i&gt; as if it were our last.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Cliche&lt;/i&gt;, I know.&lt;br /&gt;
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But how true is this statement. Really. &lt;i&gt;Think about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I catch myself getting frustrated with Elliana, over things I shouldn't get frustrated about. She opens this drawer. "No Elliana." She opens that drawer. "Mama said please don't." She smirks. She opens another drawer, "Elliana, what did mama say," and then she runs away only to come back two seconds later and do it again. And I get flustered. We're trying to walk out the door to make it to toddler time. The baby is crying. The dog is barking. And Elliana is running away from me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I just need to get her shoes on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I raise my voice. "Elliana, you are NOT going to go to toddle time if you don't start listening to me, RIGHT NOW."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She eventually acknowledges me. We get those shoes on, one foot at a time. And finally, after what seems like forever, we get out of the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I take a deep breathe in at the car and I feel rushed and upset. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Over what? The fact that my toddler isn't listening to me in this particular moment? Did she not move fast enough? Did she not come to me quick enough? Did she ignore me? Push my buttons? Step on my toes. &lt;i&gt;Literally and figuratively.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SO. WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have to have moments like this, where I remind myself how absolutely absurd and ridiculous is, of us parents, to have such high expectations from these little human beings. That sometimes we think that we need to raise little soldiers who know the "rules of life" as soon as they start exploring the world around them. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I look at my children and I can't help but think how incredibly blessed I am. To&amp;nbsp;still be breathing. To still have their health, my health, my husband's health. I look around me and hear of these tragic stories. Children Elliana's age being diagnosed with cancer. Babies Graham's age passing from SIDS. And I remember &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; how precious life truly is.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I want to live each day CELEBRATING life with my children. Setting boundaries, &lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;, but celebrating life, &lt;i&gt;every opportunity possible&lt;/i&gt;. To pause before I speak. To bend down and take those extra moments to just talk to them. To not get frustrated when things don't go my way, &lt;i&gt;on my time&lt;/i&gt;. To embrace every giggle and smile, &lt;i&gt;whole heartedly&lt;/i&gt;. To tell them I love them every opportunity I get, &lt;i&gt;even more than I already do&lt;/i&gt;. To just let go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do these things, I do them 90% of the time. But I want to do it that extra 10%. I want to do it always. Because there are some moms, that no longer get to say "no." They no longer get the opportunity to get frustrated or upset. They don't get to run late to the doctor's appointment. They don't get to vent their frustrations to their friends about their toddler that doesn't listen. &lt;i&gt;They just don't get to. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And although I realize this, &lt;i&gt;frustrations and all&lt;/i&gt;, are all a part of life, I can't help but want to take these moments and work &lt;i&gt;harder&lt;/i&gt; at being &lt;i&gt;better&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To take these moments to &lt;i&gt;remember.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To remember&lt;/i&gt;, how unbelievably lucky I am to be able to hold my children and husband at night.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/2bClQny_Js8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/feeds/4072351886892218974/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=635077151130554932&amp;postID=4072351886892218974&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/4072351886892218974?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/4072351886892218974?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/2bClQny_Js8/sometimes-you-need-those-reminders.html" title="Sometimes, You Need Those Reminders" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QP2YzZ9nPFo/UZDWZWWU2BI/AAAAAAAAR7Q/38_I1h5pfuw/s72-c/Screen+shot+2013-05-13+at+8.01.41+AM.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2013/05/sometimes-you-need-those-reminders.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBSX46fip7ImA9WhBbFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-3475349886539447298</id><published>2013-05-12T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T22:04:18.016-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-12T22:04:18.016-04:00</app:edited><title>Deals of the Week</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Loving these &lt;a href="http://www.totsy.com/invite/frommrstomama_4779191/"&gt;color block maxi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.totsy.com/invite/frommrstomama_4779191/"&gt;s!&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; So great for Spring {where is that spring weather by the way}, and summer!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been shopping or vacation coming up, and of course one of the must haves for the beach are swimsuits! For the little ones. &lt;a href="http://www.zulily.com/invite/frommrstomama"&gt;Zulily&lt;/a&gt; is having some great deals with suits starting at 8.99&lt;br /&gt;
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Also, with two pairs of growing feet, I am always scouting for new cute shoes to buy. &lt;a href="http://www.zulily.com/invite/frommrstomama"&gt;These&lt;/a&gt; are some of my favorite for the little feet, starting at 9.99.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.vistaprintdeals.com/"&gt;Great Deals on Vista Print Products&lt;/a&gt; including 25% off sitewide and free shipping! This is where I have gotten my return labels and business cards from&lt;br /&gt;
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Loving these&lt;a href="http://www.zulily.com/invite/frommrstomama/e/kenny-dana-50854.html?tid=social_email_ref_shareviaicon_na_modal_61aeb506dad137c1a989932b3adf1280&amp;amp;eid=50854"&gt; cell phone covers for 4/4S and 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~4/t0FK4Jm9Bhk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3475349886539447298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/635077151130554932/posts/default/3475349886539447298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FromMrsToMama/~3/t0FK4Jm9Bhk/deals-of-week.html" title="Deals of the Week" /><author><name>Mrs. Mama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08400154927719768544</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_nwNOMSyOkw/Tyik5GXTkdI/AAAAAAAAChw/HtlNYBK9myA/s1600/309584_10100860247254538_13717585_63213549_1443972143_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57ThvvdpfbM/UZBGtGB1iSI/AAAAAAAAR6s/D1YSuFCTBWY/s72-c/Screen+shot+2013-05-12+at+9.48.41+PM.png" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://www.frommrstomama.com/2013/05/deals-of-week.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UEQnc5fyp7ImA9WhBbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-635077151130554932.post-5963967810704424748</id><published>2013-05-12T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2013-05-12T00:00:03.927-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-12T00:00:03.927-04:00</app:edited><title>To A Mother Who Needs Us All</title><content type="html">I had every intention of dedicating today, this post, to two wonderful mothers in my life. Two women who inspire me. Two beautiful, encouraging, strong women. My mom and mother-in-law. I am thankful to have them in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However,&amp;nbsp;today I think there is a mom out there that needs us all to be thinking of her on this special day. To continue to think about her. And to be there for her as her new life, new norm, unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know this &lt;a href="http://whenbabysleeps.blogspot.com/"&gt;beautiful mother&lt;/a&gt;. I had never spoken to her or read or blog prior to Thursday, but I feel compelled to share her story with you all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;It's not my story to tell, but hers. Please read it &lt;a href="http://whenbabysleeps.blogspot.com/2013/05/the-new-norm-when-c-word-crashes-your.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Please don't stop thinking about her and her daughter. &lt;br /&gt;
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So to all the Mothers out there today, Happy Mother's Day. Please hug and kiss those children that gave you that title, and remember how precious life truly is.
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One I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;put together from last year's vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
Our first &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;
One of many, &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;down the road.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to admit, I have watched this video probably over 100 times.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;No exaggeration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Also, I am &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;5 months pregnant here. Because apparantly when my mom was watching this, the first thing she said was..."&lt;i&gt;Well... I didn't remember Becky having so much weight on her"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to my dad. My dad knocked her on the shoulder and said "&lt;i&gt;She was pregnant with Graham."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, &lt;b&gt;E looks so young here...&lt;/b&gt;I cannot believe this was last year. I also cannot believe it has been a year, &lt;i&gt;period.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Oh, and I'm not really good at this video thing. &lt;i&gt;I'm learning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was so fun to do though, and I will definitely be doing this again!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image belonging to &lt;a href="http://www.theycallmemama.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theycallmemama.com/"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt; is a mother to 3 beautiful blessings, 2 here on Earth, and one in heaven. Her first pregnancy with twins resulted in the loss of her son Ryder, Wyatt's twin. You can read more about the birth story &lt;a href="http://www.theycallmemama.com/p/wyatts-getting-bigger.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Emily is &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;strong, so beautiful, so inspiring, and has taught me to never take things for granted. Especially our children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I asked Emily a few questions and here are the answers that she had to share with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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-I love doing crafts! I was a teacher before I was a SAHM so the "teacher in me" comes out often. ;) &amp;nbsp;We also really enjoy playing outside or setting us play dates as well. Just recently &amp;nbsp;Wyatt has really started enjoying baking and cooking with me. Dancing is a SUPER fun thing we like to do as a family...like crazy dance time in the kitchen together, those are super fun memories!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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-We REALLY try to take date nights or even just time alone without kids no matter the time of the day. Since Mark goes into work at 1pm two days a week sometimes we try to get breakfast together. We are preparing to leave on our first adult only vacation too. This is something I feel so strongly about...my parent's were a perfect example of this and I know how important taking time as husband and wife is for everyone, the Bible says so. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;-Enjoy being pregnant...inside your belly is the (usually) the safest place for your baby to be...each time you are&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;miserable/are "done" being&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pregnant give your belly an extra rub and enjoy those moments. You will miss it, I promise!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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-Without sounding cliche I have created a pretty good habit of immediatly getting on my knees and praying about it. I also am so blessed that I can call my mom...I also have some mommy friends I trust to ask questions to as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;5. The question that I'm sure you get asked often.... are there plans for any more blessings down the road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;-No, it's not in OUR plan. LOL! After losing Ryder and then getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;with Sloane we learned pretty quickly the stress that comes with another pregnancy (in ADDITION to the normal stress) after losing a child. &amp;nbsp;This is something we have both prayed about and have been given a very clear answer. We love our perfect family and have no plans to change anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As I was sitting on the computer, sorting through my pictures, I stumbled upon these images of my husband and daughter. I immediately smiled. My happiness... in a photo.&lt;br /&gt;
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My eyes quickly darted over to what was in Andrew's hands and that got me thinking. Videos. We don't have enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pictures? We have more than plenty. Enough for us to make movies upon movies just filled with images. Images that can easily tell a story. Remind us of a memory. And have an emotional affect, each and every time. &lt;br /&gt;
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What about videos though. Do we have plenty of those? Do we even have enough? The answer to that is No. Any which way I try to reason as to why.. the answer always come down to no, we don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I am making a goal. A promise to myself. To take it out more. To capture our everyday. The giggles. The milestones. The happiness within our home. &lt;br /&gt;
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A lady I work with was telling me the other day, how her and her husband have "family movie night" with their girls. Who are teenagers by the way. They pop a bag of popcon and then the four of them reminisce over the good old days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want that to be us. I want our children to smile when they see somthing funny they did when they were younger, laugh at the way heir mama talked, and have our voics and images to hold onto forever, even long after Andrew and I are gone. &lt;br /&gt;
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I don't ever want to forget these moments... but if I do... if my memory fails to stay with me through the years, I hope to have something as simple as a DVD to place in the player to relive these moments I cherish.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, we shoot more. We keep the video camera downstairs and turn it on for 5 minutes here and there. &lt;br /&gt;
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1. When my husband proposed (July 16, 2009)&amp;nbsp; We were camping with my family and I knew it was coming, but it was so sweet and he was so nervous!&amp;nbsp; You can read the whole story here:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.messywife.com/2011/06/our-engagement-story.html" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.messywife.com/2011/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;06/our-engagement-story.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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2. Our wedding day (July 17, 2010)&amp;nbsp; We had the most beautiful Nuptial Mass and a wonderful reception celebrating with our loved ones.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't nervous one bit, because I knew without a doubt that David is "the one" for me.&amp;nbsp; We balance each other out perfectly.&amp;nbsp; Going on three years of marriage, I love him even more today than I did that day, which I thought was impossible!&lt;/div&gt;
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3. The day our sweet baby was born (December 5, 2011)&amp;nbsp; When we first got married, we thought we would wait until my husband graduated to start a family, but a few months in we were so anxious to get started!&amp;nbsp; A month after we decided to try for a baby, Lucia was born.&amp;nbsp; I loved that the day she was born was also the day we brought her home, so we could start our new life together as a family of three in our own little apartment.&amp;nbsp; (She was born in a free-standing birth center, so there aren't overnight stays.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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4. My husband's Ph.D. graduation (May 12, 2012) David started the program a few months after we met and ended it with his wife and baby at his side.&amp;nbsp; He worked so hard to get to a place where he could provide well for his family, I am SO proud of him, and I love being able to say Dr. and Mrs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;5. My brother-in-law's wedding last year (June 1, 2012)&amp;nbsp; My husband was the best man and I was a bridesmaid and we had so much fun.&amp;nbsp; My new sister-in-law is one of my best friends and the only sister I've ever had and I'm so, so thankful to have her in my life.&amp;nbsp; David and I dream of buying a house in the same neighborhood as his brother someday so our kids can grow up together and we always have our best friends/family nearby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Parenting. &lt;i&gt;It's an interesting concept&lt;/i&gt;. There are so many experts that will tell you &lt;i&gt;this is the right way&lt;/i&gt;, that is the wrong way, &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will help your child grow and develop into a kind, patient, strong individual, &lt;i&gt;this way&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will surely raise the next child with... &lt;i&gt;problems.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whatever those problems they predict will be. &lt;br /&gt;
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The dilemma with the &lt;i&gt;experts&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;defining&amp;nbsp;parenting is that every opinion is differing. &lt;i&gt;Sure&lt;/i&gt;, some may reflect many of the same values. &lt;i&gt;Yes,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;overall everyone can give you a &lt;i&gt;general&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;idea of their definition of parenting. But, when you start to dig deep into each different category pertaining to parenting, you will then&amp;nbsp;begin to run into conflicting statements, styles, and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;
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Parenting changes you as a person. You are no longer thinking about yourself and your needs. Nothing is black and white to you anymore. &lt;i&gt;Everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;requires checks and double checks. And &lt;i&gt;changes&lt;/i&gt;? They are a constant in our lives. One minute you think you know it all. &lt;i&gt;The next you find yourself dumbfounded &lt;/i&gt;by something you just discovered.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we were always questioning ourselves, think about how the women 50 years ago felt. When there was no such thing as car seats to protect their children. How about 20+ years ago when women were urged to formula feed verus breast. How about the times when mothers were told to put babies on their belly to sleep. A mother told not to hold their baby too much, that attachment is bad, and that babies need to learn to cope. &lt;i&gt;A mother&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;told to not love on their baby. &lt;i&gt;Seems ridiculous at times, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Do it this way. No don't do it this way. Do it that way. No wait, that's not good for the baby either. "&lt;br /&gt;
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So I wonder. What will I look back on in 20 years? What will the experts say I did wrong then?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a confident mother. I know that what I'm doing is best for my children &lt;i&gt;with the knowledge &lt;/i&gt;I have with me in this present day. Is it what every other mother is doing? Probably not, as all mothers are different. Is it what is most recommended? &lt;i&gt;Maybe&lt;/i&gt;. But does it mean that the future experts and researchers will agree with all the decisions that are made by mothers in this present day? &lt;i&gt;Absolutely not&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope that my children will always be aware that any decisions that I made as a parent has kept their best interest in mind. That before any expert, research article, or "trend" of the day, I used my motherly instinct, the knowledge that I hold, and followed my heart with every aspect of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes, I learned from my own mistakes. Sometimes, I challenged myself to find different solutions or options for my children. Sometimes, I read and read and read until my eyes were going to fall off.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, I didn't read at all&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't believe there will &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;be one definition of the &lt;i&gt;perfect&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;parenting style. Parenting is so complex as it is. So many different categories, so many different ways of going about things, so many different experts and differing opinions. It's one of the most &lt;i&gt;controversial&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;topics to date.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't believe you could &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;describe the "perfect mother." That does all the right things, at all the right times, with all the right experts backing her up.&lt;br /&gt;
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To me, the perfect mother is one that loves first, and unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everything else?&lt;i&gt; That all will just fall into place.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;If you weren’t taught financial literacy from your parents, you probably made a lot of money mistakes in your early adult years. Money mistakes are common, although most people don’t talk about them. Most people learn how to manage money on their own. Because financial literacy is seldom taught in high school and college, many people leave school not knowing how to budget or manage their personal credit. Unfortunately, some people don’t master these skills until later in life. However, learning how to manage money before you’re married and have children can put your family on the right path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Here are four common money mistakes made by young families:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Because most people don’t have the cash to purchase a house or vehicle outright, they finance these items. Some debt is unavoidable. But this doesn’t suggest incurring excessive debt. Having a credit card is an excellent way to build your credit history. But if you don’t control your spending, you can accumulate thousands of dollars in debt, which can take years to repay. To make matters worse, you may be unable to afford your minimum payment each month. This creates additional problems, as your creditors may charge a late fee if you’re late, plus lateness can lower your personal credit score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Credit cards are useful, but only use your credit card if you can&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyfinance.com/2013/03/07/paying-down-credit-card-debt-extreme-ways/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;pay off your balance in full each month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;"&gt;. Additionally, think twice before taking out personal loans. The more debt you owe, the lower you credit score.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are many things that I enjoy about the company that I am sharing with you today, &lt;a href="http://milopaper.com/giftshop/"&gt;Milo Paper&lt;/a&gt;. From the snazzy stationer, to the personalized notepads, growth charts, wall calendars, and more. It is an organized wanna-be mama's &lt;i&gt;dream come true&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Better yet, this company was designed by two women who share a passion for beautiful paper. The CEO of the company, Maria, practiced law for 14 years and is a mother as well. Because she is so passionate about the quality of her products, she strives to continue to enhance the products and make sure that they pass the "everyday life" home test.&lt;br /&gt;
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And today you have the possibility of winning a &lt;b&gt;$50 Shop Credit&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the fabulous Milo Paper Gfit Shop! Just make sure to like their &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/milopaper"&gt;facebook page&lt;/a&gt; and you are automatically entered!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;In a world of mass produced stationery and paper goods, &lt;a href="http://milopaper.com/giftshop/"&gt;Milo Paper&lt;/a&gt; truly stands out. Whether it’s original patterns on personalized note pads, heartwarming holiday cards with family photos, bright and snazzy stationery or unique invitations for a special event,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;Milo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;Paper’s personalized paper products and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;are designed to delight customers who appreciate fine quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1c1c1c;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt; Paper was created in 2007 by two women who share a passion for beautiful paper.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It all began when CEO Maria Kalorides, after practicing law for nearly 14 years, was drawn into the world of design by creating her eldest son’s first birthday party invitation.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Always an artist at heart, Maria wasconvinced by this experience to start her own paper company.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And before long she persuaded&amp;nbsp;her close friend, Evelyn, to come along for the ride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://milopaper.com/giftshop/"&gt;Milo Paper&lt;/a&gt; is continually updating their line to bring you a steady stream of fresh products.&amp;nbsp; All Milo&amp;nbsp;Paper products are inspired by&amp;nbsp;Maria and Evelyn’s travels and their children. &amp;nbsp;“I think I first fell in love with paper when I lived in France during college. &amp;nbsp;I would spend hours in bookstores&amp;nbsp; looking at&amp;nbsp;notebooks, agendas, fountain pens and portfolios. &amp;nbsp;And ever since my children started school, I am continuously inspired to create products that all make school fun for them and motivate them to learn,” says Maria. &amp;nbsp;Evelyn is always calling Maria from one place or another with an idea for something new and cool that they can create.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“If something inspires me,” says Evelyn, “I get on the phone with Maria or email her, and she&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;always works her creative magic.” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;Milo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;Paper cards and stationery are made from heavyweight environmentally friendly paper, and their notebooks have durable, scratchproof covers.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Wall charts and calendars are repositionable decals that adhere without nails.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And everything is produced right here in the U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;All new&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"&gt;Milo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3c3c3c;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paper designs and products must pass the “Maria test” – they must be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;something Maria, her husband or her children would want to use all the time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;“Most of my inspiration comes from everyday life and especially my kids –&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’m always trying to come up with new and creative ways to make traditional paper products and learning tools for kids more exciting.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This may be a boring post {for many}, however, one of the questions that was asked of me from the "ask me anything" post {I know, forever ago}, was about learning and our use of flashcards. Only fitting that the day after I plant the seed about my &lt;i&gt;homeschooling&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;dreams, that I talk about one of our favorite learning tools, &lt;i&gt;flashcards. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It is something that, as a parent, we hold very near and dear to our hearts. The process of teaching our children and then watching them soak it in and master a certain skill, letter, animal, or concept and read it back.&amp;nbsp;Lets take it a step further and have them actually apply those skills to real life. Rewarding&amp;nbsp;It is so interesting and so&amp;nbsp;gratifying to be on the other end. To see your children not only learn, but to &lt;i&gt;enjoy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;doing so.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have never been "strict" in our learning. I never want to contain my child and force her to do anything she did not want to do. I wanted to make sure that there was a &lt;i&gt;routine&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;set in place, but not one in which my daughter would dread or complain about. The best way for me to incorporate what I would like to call &lt;i&gt;school&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;time {in other words, learn as you play time} was to first introduce flashcards.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flashcards have been a daily part of our "school time" since Elliana was about 6 months old. They were the first thing that I introduced to her at a young age and the one of the many things we still take out to this day. Initially,&amp;nbsp;we just started out by showing the flashcards, having her feel those flashcards, and continue to repeat repeat and repeat the words.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have about 12 different sets, containing over probably 400 cards.&amp;nbsp;Repetition. Sensory. Colors. Shapes. Numbers. ABCs. Animals. Each flashcard providing a list of learning opportunities. We could spend a couple minutes on one flashcards just discussing how many objects are in the picture. Discussing all the different colors. Talking about the sound that the animal makes. What the animal likes to do or eat. How they are unique.&amp;nbsp;By around 20 months old, she had mastered all of them, and we could zip right through them in a matter of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Flashcards were a great foundation and opened up so many various learning opportunities. We then focused on alphabet sounds and learning what sound each letter made. The flashcards allowed us to play with this a little bit, as we would exaggerate the first letter of every word when we would talk about them. And she could actually visualize it more and put the sound to the letter. After Elliana mastered this, we have now turned to spelling. I never really thought we would be spelling at age 2, but we are, and it is super fun. So far she can recognize these words and spell them out loud when asked: mama, papa, elli, cat, dog, fish, milk, ball, bed, bat, boy,&amp;nbsp;hat, box, at. &amp;nbsp;Other words that she can recognize {but not yet spell}: mouse, house, apple, can, run, red, girl, go, no, not. Those are just some that I can remember off the top of my head. I know it isn't much, but I just discovered her desire to spell a couple weeks ago, so this has just now been our main focus.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I cannot wait to see where we go from here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many other tools that we have used in teaching Elliana. I have written a brief post about this in the past, but at the end of the day, I believe that you do not have to own every puzzle, flashcard, magnet, and anything else out there to stimulate those little brains. I believe they are great tools, and children definitely love to see and feel things when learning, but I also believe that the most important tool that you can give a child is just simply showing them the world and &lt;b&gt;talking&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to them through it.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is the key right there. Talking and &lt;i&gt;playing &lt;/i&gt;with them.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can throw them out there, you can show them the zoo, you can give them the tools, bunless you are right there with them, conversing, interacting, playing, then what good will all that do?&lt;br /&gt;
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So not only do we get to have fun with our children, but we also get to teach them something. I have to remind myself to use EVERY opportunity available. As we are getting dressed in the morning, while we are eating breakfast together, going out for walks, and any other little day-to-day tasks. We use those times to practice what we've learned. Repeating days of the week, spelling different words, and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know, it's one of the greatest rewards of parenthood. &lt;i&gt;Watching our children learn&lt;/i&gt;, and more importantly, &lt;i&gt;learn from us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And I am definitely looking forward to all the learning opportunities ahead of us. &lt;br /&gt;
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Some great resources online:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.dltk-teach.com/alphabuddies/letter-a.html"&gt;Alphabet Crafts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.tlsbooks.com/abcpractice.html"&gt;Alphabet Tracing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.tlsbooks.com/preschoolalphabetcoloringbook.html"&gt;Alphabet Coloring Pages&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.first-school.ws/theme/alphabetp1.htm"&gt;Alphabet Worksheets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Flashcard link: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0756615186/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0756615186&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;tag=frmrtoma0b-20"&gt;My First Touch &amp;amp; Feel Picture Cards: First Words (MY 1ST T&amp;amp;F PICTURE CARDS)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=frmrtoma0b-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0756615186" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How ironic, that on the day I published the post on signing Elliana up for preschool was the same day that I, or should I say, &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt;, my husband and I, made the decision to back out of this whole pre-school gig and follow our hearts. My heart. Husband just happened to finally jump on board with it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So the bill I speak of? The final "this is it" preschool bill? I decided not to pay. We had paid an initial deposit fee the day we signed up, and this was the second part that would hold her spot starting in the fall. Although I will not be seeing the deposit back, that did not bother me one bit. Not for a second. In fact, I would have paid to get her out of the program if that is what it would take. And, she had not even started yet.&lt;br /&gt;
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You're probably wondering what happened, why the change of heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing is... there was never a change of heart about this. My heart has always told me one thing and one thing only: not to start. &lt;i&gt;Not yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Then why did I sign her up to begin with? &lt;i&gt;Because that's what I thought you were supposed to do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You see, we go through the steps of motherhood. We make decisions. We follow the path of "what's next for this age," and the majority of the time we do what everyone else is doing... because... &lt;i&gt;well.&lt;/i&gt;.. we think that's what we are "supposed to do."&lt;i&gt; Especially if&lt;/i&gt;, we were raised that way. &lt;br /&gt;
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Andrew and I both? Preschool-12 public school kids. And I think we turned out just fine. &lt;i&gt;I think&lt;/i&gt;. But does that mean that I am supposed to do the same with my children? Does that mean that my children will have as good of experience as us? No. Unfortunately, as parents, we do not have the capability of seeing into the future. If we did, we would be able to see which path would serve best for our families. If we did, we would be able to prevent the "bad" from happening. Since we do not have the capability, we have to use our best judgement, or gut feelings, and follow our hearts when it's leading us a certain direction.&lt;br /&gt;
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And my heart? My gut? My judgement? Was leading me to keep her at home with me..&lt;br /&gt;
The day that I had made the decision to place Elliana into this preschool was done so prematurely. I did not give myself enough time to think through all this, and I felt a little "pressured" persay to get things going, get her signed up, and check another thing off the list.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was on maternity leave. Sign up day was February 1st. The preschool that I wanted to get her in from the beginning was booked up by 8:15 am, fifteen minutes after sign up day. So she was placed on a waiting list. We then went scouting for other preschools and I really liked the one that we had finally chosen. There was only 1 spot left, so I got nervous, signed her up, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;
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The next day I had to drive to the church to pay my deposit fee since they were holding my spot. I cried. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. I just knew it wasn't right. Yet, I found myself inside, holding Elliana's hand on one side, and the carseat in the other as I handed the sweet lady my check.&lt;br /&gt;
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But since that day I just did not feel like it was right. Something was telling me that I was doing this for all the wrong reasons. &lt;br /&gt;
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When you think about the reasons we send our children to school, the first things that come to mind are socialization and education.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Socialization.&lt;/b&gt; She gets that multiple times a week. Toddler time every&amp;nbsp;M-T-F where she gets to read books, dance, and do crafts with other littles. Children's museum year membership where is she is around many kids her age and she is able to learn and discover. We have a zoo membership as well, although that is not as close interaction, she still gets to see others her age and we get the opportunity to continue to talk about the animals and key characterstics with these animals. Saturdays are devoted to sport or activity day, such as gymnastic, dance, and art/music class. And of course we get together with friends and their babies at the park, at our house, and out for little playdates.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. Education.&lt;/b&gt; She was getting everything at home. Has known all her ABC's {lower case, upper case recognition, and all the sounds}, shapes, colors, numbers, and knows more animals than I could ever tell you {like the difference between a parrot, a bird, and an eagle}. And you know what, I am proud of that. Because I know that what I have done has helped her learn all these things in our normal day-to-day setting. She loves to learn. She loves to read. She will sit and do her flash cards for an hour without me even telling her to do so. She actually, truly, genuinely enjoys it. And that? I don't want her to lose that.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the day, I want to be the one that influences my child's learning. What she is learning, and how she is learning it. At the end of the day, I want to be the one that instills the morals and values that are important to our family. At the end of the day, I do not want to miss a single moment with her during her development, especially while she is this young and growing so fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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My heart has always lead me to homeschool. My husband is not there yet. I cannot tell you with 100% certainty that come K-12 time, that we will for sure homeschool. Why? Because I cannot tell you what the future holds.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I can tell you, is that if nothing changes from here on out, that my heart and mind is definitely leading me that direction, and I believe that with time, my husband will see the positives in this decisions. Because after all, we are a team, and I want to go into this whole-heartedly with my husband's support.&lt;br /&gt;
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But today? Today my heart is at ease. I know that I have made the right decision for Elliana and our family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Am I out of a little money? Sure. But who cares about that. I have a piece of mind and the knowledge that I hold.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look, the "homeschool" decision topic is a completely separate post from this. I could write for days about this topic. Why the school system terrifies me, why I think that homeschooling can be very beneficial for children {if done the right way}, and why I think that as a society, we need to be more open to the various aspects of learning.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I am certainly not here to tell you what is best for your family. I am not telling you that sending your child to the traditional school system is bad. &lt;br /&gt;
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What I&amp;nbsp; am just saying is that I am doing what any mother out there would do when she has a "feeling" about something, a heart pulling her toward a particular path. I follow it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I follow it and I don't look back. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Where's the crime in that?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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Recipe adapted from &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/taco-seasoning-i/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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1/4 teaspoon of garlic powder&lt;/div&gt;
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1/4 teaspoon of minced onion {original recipe used onion powder}&lt;/div&gt;
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1/4 teaspoon or red cayenne pepper {original used red pepper flakes}&lt;/div&gt;
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1/4 teaspoon of dried oregano&lt;/div&gt;
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1.5 teaspoon of dried cumin&lt;/div&gt;
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1 teaspoon sea salt&lt;/div&gt;
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1 teaspoon black pepper&lt;/div&gt;
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Mix all ingredients! Makes one ounce {similar to one package bought from store}&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nurses are attracted to the doctors. That is why they went to nursing school... to find their next McSteamy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry to my fellow doctor friends {that are male} that think that the status of MD instantly brought their &lt;i&gt;attractive&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;factor up a few notches. And I am sorry to all the girls out there that thought those TV shows accurately portrayed every doctor to be the next McSteamy. In fact, its very rare. Not saying that they are &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;attractive, but lets just say they don't all come out of medical school looking like Eric Dane. Which, might I throw out there, not all nurses go into the profession thinking they are going to graduate nursing school, find a doctor, and then stay at home. &lt;i&gt;Really?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nurses and Doctors have intimate relations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since we are talking about the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;above, lets just cover this base as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Repeat after me&lt;/i&gt;... THIS IS NOT A TV SHOW. Right? I feel like all you ever hear is about how doctors hook up with nurses? Why? I mean...&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;sure&lt;/i&gt;... you have your occasional story here and there. "&lt;i&gt;This guy got this girl pregnant. That one cheated on his wife. That girl has no clue&lt;/i&gt;." But I don't think it is any different than any other work place? But then again... this is coming from the girl who finds out like a&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;year&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;later about a scandal. I'm like the&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;old mom&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the doesn't get in on the gossip I guess.&lt;/div&gt;
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No, but really, just think... the two professions&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;come to work&lt;i&gt;. Who would have thought.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nurses are idiots and couldn't get into medical school&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Not a very nice word to use period. &lt;i&gt;However,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;its crazy how one nurse or one situation or one mistake can put this "name" behind the title. You see, both nurses &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;doctors are just human and &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in fact make mistakes. Don't let one situation or one person cloud that image.&amp;nbsp;Despite what some people say, some of the most brilliant minds that I have had the pleasure to meet have been those that were wearing the scrubs and not the white coat. &lt;i&gt;Although, I have met some of the most brilliant in white as well&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The second part of that, is that many people think that nurses do what they do because they &lt;i&gt;just couldn't make it into medical school&lt;/i&gt;. Like I mentioned above, I have worked, and still do, with some of the most brilliant nurses that could have very well gone to medical school but chose not so. I have also graduated with &lt;i&gt;many&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;nurses that went on to medical school, and worked with some that were &lt;i&gt;going through medical school&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, nursing is not just a profession, it's a lifestyle and &lt;i&gt;passion&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;for many. Not all, but many.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nurses praise the ground a doctor walks on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;When I went into nursing, I remember thinking that doctors were saints {and they are} and almighty {and they are}. I used to think that &lt;i&gt;they walked on water&lt;/i&gt;. If I heard that someone was a doctor, I would be like... "&lt;i&gt;Ohhh wow, so brilliant, amazing, and what a privilege.&lt;/i&gt;" Not sure who fed that into my brain or what TV show I watched, &lt;i&gt;one too many times&lt;/i&gt;? Regardless, I just had this high respect for the &lt;i&gt;title of a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;doctor and had not yet realized that it cannot be applied across the board&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And not that I don't now, it's just that I have gained knowledge throughout the years and am able to differentiate the &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;good ones from the &lt;i&gt;eh-so-so&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ones. So when I started, I used to think that nurses dropped everything that they were doing when the doctor came by? Not so much. One of my friends {in white} used to tell me that when he was going through medical school, nurses would &lt;i&gt;stand up&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;as a doctor walked by.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Boy have times changed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can find a job right out of nursing school, wherever you want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Want to be an ER nurse? Sure! ICU? Why not! NICU? Come on over!&lt;/i&gt;.... That's what I used to think nursing was all about. Pick your field and you're in. &lt;i&gt;That's what they lead us to believe&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;through school. But when I graduated? That was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the case. ER, ICU? Experience, experience, experience. And how exactly do you expect me to &lt;i&gt;gain experience&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;if you aren't willing to hire unless I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;experience. So it was a big wakeup call when I actually had to get experience on the &lt;i&gt;floor&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;first before heading to the unit. But? I was lucky. I know nurses from other schools that had to get a nursing home job because hospitals weren't hiring.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;They get paid to "clean poop"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One of the oldest and silliest myths out there. I mean, really, if you are sitting out there thinking that this is in fact &lt;i&gt;true&lt;/i&gt;, shame on you. I remember hearing this for the first time from my parent's when they came home from my uncle's house one time. They had told my extended family that I had just gotten accepted into nursing school, and my cousin {&lt;i&gt;very young naive cousin}&lt;/i&gt;, at the time chimed in about "HA! She's going to school to learn how to clean poop!" What. Little did I know, there were other people that were under that impression.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rest assured, friends, nurses &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;doing a little more than getting their hands dirty.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Nurses don't collaborate in the decision of care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;One thing that I learned early on in my nursing career, especially in the intensive care unit, is how big of a role the nurses had in the plan of care for our patients. In fact, many times, the doctors {the new ones straight out of school} were turning to the nurses for advice. Many times when we call to report a critical lab value or change in patient status, we follow that up with a request for a certain medication or intervention. Because of our critical thinking skills, our eyes and ears, our doctors trust our judgement and rely on us to help assist them in the proper care for the patient.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have many more that I could ramble off here, but I felt as though these were some of my favorite. You know, like not nurses are women, no they don't wear just white, and those nurses cap are long gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like I have mentioned before, the job is as "rewarding" as you hear.... however, it always has its challenges as well. Part of the challenge is when people are clouded by a certain image and expectation of "&lt;a href="http://www.frommrstomama.com/2013/04/im-nurse.html"&gt;a nurse." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It sure isn't how you see in movies and shows.&lt;br /&gt;
It sure &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;have its highs and lows.&lt;br /&gt;
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But? I wouldn't want to be doing &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;else.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a young parent, the topic of school comes up frequently in&amp;nbsp;our home. At times, I have a desire to home school our children because I always want to be able to instill certain values and principles in their everyday lives. At other times, I think about my own personal experience and some of the valuable life lessons that were passed on to me from the teachers that I was graced to know. Teachers. They are so important in our children's lives, our community, and the education&amp;nbsp;inspired in the young generations.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe that we all have a teacher or two that we will always&amp;nbsp;remember. Someone who has impacted us in one way or another during the course of our childhood and into adulthood. For me, there was one in particular that will always stand out. I remember her name, her face, and her presence to this day. My fourth grade teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;She was like a second mother to me&lt;/i&gt;. I would never say that she favored me or showed me any sort of special treatment, but there was something about her approach during this year of my life&amp;nbsp;that stood out to me. She knew my situation at home well.&amp;nbsp;This was the year that I was&amp;nbsp;pulled out of school the most. My mom needing to go&amp;nbsp;to her second job so I could watch my baby sister. Instead of asking quesions,&amp;nbsp;or making the situation&amp;nbsp;more difficult than it needed to be, she&amp;nbsp;turned it into something positive. She gave me extra "practice" assignments at home, pulled me to the side at the beginning of class to see how I was doing, and would just give me that special squeeze of the hand, pat on the back, and a smile when I'd walk into the room. I remember her asking what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I told her "a teacher." She smiled. And then she said those words that stayed with me, "I believe you can be anything your heart desires. Don't ever give up."&lt;br /&gt;
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Teachers have a &lt;i&gt;powerful&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;ability to effect our children's lives. So, let's celebrate them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let us celebrate &lt;a href="http://clvr.li/11UG2rE"&gt;teachers&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and what they do. The hard work that they put into their every day. The ability to care for our children as if they were their own. The desire to go above and beyond their call of duty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Teachers are our eyes, our ears, our hearts. We put our trust in them to set rules and instill values that we stand behind. To model appropriate behavior and help us raise young, kind, loving adults. &lt;br /&gt;
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Help celebrate teachers by registering their classrom with &lt;a href="http://clvr.li/11UG2rE"&gt;AdoptAClassroom.org&lt;/a&gt;, where they may be part of the REAL Change project and be eligible for funding to help with cost of supplies that many teachers have to spend their own money on. Did you know that 92% of teachers buy their own supplies, and on average spend about $1,000 a year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please take a moment to register and donate through &lt;a href="http://clvr.li/11UG2rE"&gt;AdoptAClassroom.org.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I was selected for this opportunity as a member of &lt;a href="http://clevergirlscollective.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Clever Girls Collective&lt;/a&gt; and the content and opinions expressed here are all my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We went to the zoo and had a blast! We renewed our membership that just expired this past month, and we are so looking forward to going more. This was also G man's first year going, and of course I did not document it the way that I had with E. Elliana also thoroughly enjoyed it and couldn't stop talking about the zoo when we cam home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Graham found his feet! What is it about babies and finding their feet? I just think it is the cutest thing &lt;b&gt;ever. &lt;/b&gt;So now he plays with his feet and hands all day.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I am &lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with sleeping babies. Seriously... it has got to be one of the cutest things on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Went to that:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Super Why live show. I have written a blog post about this and excited to share the details of this day. My heart was full on this day. Truly &lt;i&gt;full.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;This email came:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=LsjfTHACGcLsmSGEiIAlmw%3D%3D"&gt;Ebates &lt;/a&gt;sent me an email stating that I would be receiving my $214 check in the mail. Have you heard of ebates? Are you &lt;i&gt;shopping&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;through ebates? If not, you should! It's a free program and it is simple. You sign up, you get a &lt;b&gt;free&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;$10 gift card after your first purchase online, and the concept of the program is that you basically search which store you want to shop at {Macys, Kohls, etc}, it directs you to that store, tracks your purcahses, and then gives you a percentage back. Then you recommend it to friends and make even more! After 3 months, they send you a check! Free money. My only thing is sometimes I forget to go through&lt;a href="http://www.ebates.com/rf.do?referrerid=LsjfTHACGcLsmSGEiIAlmw%3D%3D"&gt; their site &lt;/a&gt;when I site. It's like throwing away money.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Made That:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;We finally got around to putting together Elliana's sandbox and putting sand in it. Best part about it? It only cost us $40, compared to the $150 ones that I was looking at. I will share the details later.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Mine and E's favorite snack:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Made with my &lt;a href="http://www.cdkitchen.com/recipes/recs/146/Homemade_Granola38838.shtml"&gt;favorite homemade granola recip&lt;/a&gt;e{with some changes on my part}&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;My first &lt;i&gt;i-phone&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;album came. Now, if you know me... you know I am obsessed with making albums of our family. The other day, Andrew said to me..."We &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;need to finally print these pictures from our phone." And he was right. You see, we will sit late at night just going through our phones and having these pictures bring back so many good memories. &lt;i&gt;They are some of our favorite&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of all time. So I finally did it and purchased my first book &lt;i&gt;full&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;of &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;iphone pictures. 150 pages worth. For those that have asked... I went through walgreens. They always have promo codes on their site and additional codes on retailmenot.com. You can combine discount codes and shipping codes!&lt;br /&gt;
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