<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679</id><updated>2012-01-26T14:05:12.717-05:00</updated><category term='Chess'/><category term='Larry Craig'/><category term='project runway'/><category term='c-section'/><category term='Home Office'/><category term='Dina McGreegvey'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='CITRIX'/><category term='Universal Healthcare'/><category term='vasectomy'/><category term='Hillary Rodham Clinton'/><category term='christian'/><category term='Iraq war'/><category term='Saturday Night Live'/><category term='Christmas tree'/><category term='Tammy Wynette'/><category term='Au Pair'/><category term='Elvis reincarnated'/><category term='Silda Spitzer'/><category term='library'/><category term='strep throat'/><category term='sick mom'/><category term='Blackberry'/><category term='Tae Kwon Do'/><category term='stand by your man'/><category term='hand sanitizers'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='computer'/><category term='Suzanne Craig'/><category term='chores'/><category term='vote'/><category term='eggnog'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Eliot Spitzer'/><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><category term='James McGreevey'/><category term='President'/><category term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Working Mother Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to working mothers everywhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-7909882072084657697</id><published>2009-12-16T16:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:58:37.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays!! Check out our little video card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ping.fm/4SZFd"&gt;http://ping.fm/4SZFd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-7909882072084657697?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7909882072084657697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=7909882072084657697' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/7909882072084657697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/7909882072084657697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-check-out-our-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-3576126271903896602</id><published>2009-12-07T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:19:14.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad rocks!! &lt;a href="http://ping.fm/Z4yl3"&gt;http://ping.fm/Z4yl3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-3576126271903896602?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3576126271903896602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=3576126271903896602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3576126271903896602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3576126271903896602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-dad-rocks-httpping.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-2246252834824779187</id><published>2009-12-02T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:07:18.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The CBS segment on the Pearl Meister Greengard Prize is scheduled to air this Sunday, December 6 on the 6:00 p.m. Evening News with Russ Mitchell in advance of the Nobel Prize ceremony next week. Dr. Greengard and the Pearl Meister Greengard Prize recipients Suzanne Cory and Carol Greider were interviewed for the piece.  Set your DVR's. 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Bueller... Bueller..." "Does Barry Manilo know you raid his closet?" I am in mourning... 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-34205053867254013?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/34205053867254013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=34205053867254013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/34205053867254013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/34205053867254013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-video-httpping.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-4938146310606773394</id><published>2009-04-23T14:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:28:34.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more approved http://ping.fm/CQG9V&lt;br /&gt;Let us create your masterpiece. Cheaper than you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-4938146310606773394?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4938146310606773394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=4938146310606773394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4938146310606773394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4938146310606773394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-more-approved-httpping.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-1677255182046950732</id><published>2009-04-21T18:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:22:11.327-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heading down to women in production networking event WIP whooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-1677255182046950732?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1677255182046950732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=1677255182046950732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/1677255182046950732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/1677255182046950732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/heading-down-to-women-in-production.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-4448269123320493348</id><published>2009-04-21T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:30:27.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>night at the museum coming soon  http://ow.ly/3rv6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-4448269123320493348?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4448269123320493348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=4448269123320493348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4448269123320493348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4448269123320493348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/night-at-museum-coming-soon-httpow.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-6872936462568445737</id><published>2009-04-20T19:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:05:50.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>beautiful act of kindness while running through the rain... a man gave me his umbrella... I vow to pass it on during the next rainfall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-6872936462568445737?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6872936462568445737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=6872936462568445737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6872936462568445737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6872936462568445737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-act-of-kindness-while-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-1955354176036179584</id><published>2009-04-19T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:18:38.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing Ping.fm this is cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-1955354176036179584?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1955354176036179584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-3726882257065449388</id><published>2009-04-19T10:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T10:58:54.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just plopped the clean laundry in front of husband watching grand prix... it worked... he's folding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-3726882257065449388?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3726882257065449388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=3726882257065449388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-2471159680167529714</id><published>2009-04-18T20:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:13:35.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gonna take all the kids to ice cream now. Got 3 of my own...and 2 sleepovers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-2471159680167529714?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2471159680167529714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=2471159680167529714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/2471159680167529714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/2471159680167529714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/gonna-take-all-kids-to-ice-cream-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-2394031495098915960</id><published>2009-04-18T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:52:36.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now I'm checking out hootsuite.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-2394031495098915960?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2394031495098915960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=2394031495098915960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/2394031495098915960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/2394031495098915960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/now-im-checking-out-hootsuite.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-1855642087162405217</id><published>2009-04-18T19:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:41:30.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a total twit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-1855642087162405217?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1855642087162405217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=1855642087162405217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/1855642087162405217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/1855642087162405217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-total-twit.html' title=''/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-6007193763165416439</id><published>2008-11-09T22:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:45:09.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='President'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>The wise words of a 3 year old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Don't listen to me... listen to this little boy and get out and vote! &lt;/div&gt;I just realize I never posted this... oops. Better late then never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a4b855efac62688" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a4b855efac62688%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66678CDFFF438A11D2B5D5CE1E40AC1477EB9F91.CF7CC1BD5D714B41C2036EE5456ACDE1B5658D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a4b855efac62688%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ6uOxEvHfDYq6L1dIhxe69HWznU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9a4b855efac62688%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66678CDFFF438A11D2B5D5CE1E40AC1477EB9F91.CF7CC1BD5D714B41C2036EE5456ACDE1B5658D4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9a4b855efac62688%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQ6uOxEvHfDYq6L1dIhxe69HWznU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-6007193763165416439?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.barackobama.com/index.php' title='The wise words of a 3 year old!'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9a4b855efac62688&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6007193763165416439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=6007193763165416439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6007193763165416439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6007193763165416439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/wise-words-of-3-year-old.html' title='The wise words of a 3 year old!'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-4576010619718839774</id><published>2008-11-09T22:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:30:50.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elvis reincarnated'/><title type='text'>My girls are the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/SRenEKRJhJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4iYAomh_STA/s1600-h/100_3544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266861979150681234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/SRenEKRJhJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4iYAomh_STA/s200/100_3544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-65886474d9a75929" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65886474d9a75929%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DF0C7457CF13F2DCC6D244C372F5C19C2B32C46.66135948D372E672E868231383BAF5578D12812E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65886474d9a75929%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYeAH14GVwKiojKmQUoCQzjry9Y0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D65886474d9a75929%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329955042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2DF0C7457CF13F2DCC6D244C372F5C19C2B32C46.66135948D372E672E868231383BAF5578D12812E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D65886474d9a75929%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYeAH14GVwKiojKmQUoCQzjry9Y0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My girls both insisted on being Elvis this year for Halloween. These tacky plastic get-ups sure beat all the sassy trashy outfits out there for girls. Sexy cheerleaders, Britney Spears tart costumes, I even saw 2 costumes with fishnet stockings! What mom would pu their little girls in these? At least I can recycle these costumes for their little brother if he decides he'd like to be the King some future Halloween eve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-4576010619718839774?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=65886474d9a75929&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4576010619718839774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=4576010619718839774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4576010619718839774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4576010619718839774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-girls-are-best.html' title='My girls are the best'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/SRenEKRJhJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/4iYAomh_STA/s72-c/100_3544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-5771313345515751638</id><published>2008-07-18T22:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:29:12.199-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vasectomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='c-section'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>My husband got “friendly” with an ice pack, while I cried in the closet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/06/16/vasectomy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="Vasectomy" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="150" alt="Vasectomy" src="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/nyc_moms/images/2008/06/16/vasectomy.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My husband spent the weekend with a blue cooler icepack on his crotch. He had a &lt;a href="http://familydoctor.org/online/famdocen/home/men/reproductive/195.html"&gt;vasectomy &lt;/a&gt;on Friday. I was never able to take the pill as it made me nauseous and kooky. So I gave in to my husband’s reasoning. He said, “you’ve done enough, 4 pregnancies, 1 miscarriage, 3 &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_giving-birth-by-cesarean-section_160.bc"&gt;C-sections&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.breastfeeding.com/"&gt;breast feeding&lt;/a&gt;, and dealing with that &lt;a href="http://www.fwhc.org/birth-control/diaphram.htm"&gt;diaphragm&lt;/a&gt; for years.” AMEN! I’m ready to burn my diaphragm in the fireplace. &lt;i&gt;(For the record I asked my husband if I could write about this and use his picture)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;The thing I wasn’t prepared for, were the raging emotions, I cried the entire weekend. I am a mother of three and my last pregnancy wasn’t planned. Don’t get me wrong. He was the best darned mistake I ever made. And my husband would have more kids if I were so inclined. Which is why I didn’t really want him to know about my sadness. And even though three is enough (for me), it is the finality of no more tiny bundles that makes me sad. No more rolling little Burritos in hospital receiving blankets, or delicious newborn scalp smells. No more endless bounds of potential born just to you. I’ll have to hold the babes of others to satisfy my newborn tingles. These Darwinian urges are fierce! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;I went to a playgroup birthday over the weekend and one of the moms looked down at my three year old and generously said “you make such beautiful children.” I burst into tears. She asked me what was wrong so I told her. I am discovering, this isn’t a very “talked about” subject, though many couples have taken this route. I wish I had talked to another mom about how this might feel. I wasn’t prepared. It’s funny how they have the man go through a consultation. Asking them all kinds of horrific, yet important questions like, “what if your wife dies, or you get a divorce and remarry.” I think the women should get some consult as well. Like will this feeling of “loss” go away soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;After the Friday procedure, my husband couldn’t play his usual Saturday soccer game, so he sent out a team email that he had gone in for a little “snip snip.” One by one the guys came forward (4 on his team) and proclaimed they had gone through it and not to worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Their advice: pop a couple Advil and make yourself comfortable on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;It’s interesting to hear how it's happening all around you, but many chose to keep it private. In retrospect maybe I should have kept it from my mother. It was like I was telling her someone died. She said, “WHY ON EARTH WOULD HE DO THAT!” I guess since I am her only child, I am the only one capable of giving her grandchildren. Those fierce Darwinian urges again. And yet another reason for some consultation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;Plus I think there is still a little “vasectomy stigma” amongst her generation, like you’re less of a man. Which is interesting, because in my book you couldn’t be more of a man than to take on the responsibility of birth control. In terms of the actual medical procedure, it wasn’t that big of a deal, he was back to work on Monday. But the deeper stuff will need some healing time. My husband’s pretty open about it. He was quite the site at the pool recently as some of my playgroup moms gathered around peppering him with questions. "Did it hurt?", "How do you feel now?" "What comes out of there now?" I kid you not! He gave them all the gritty details while they took note for a later conversation with their respective husbands. I also mentioned my sadness. It may be an easy Laparoscopic snip, but you can’t take a &lt;a href="http://www.drugs.com/percocet.html"&gt;percocet&lt;/a&gt; for the emotional stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-5771313345515751638?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5771313345515751638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=5771313345515751638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/5771313345515751638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/5771313345515751638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-husband-got-friendly-with-ice-pack.html' title='My husband got “friendly” with an ice pack, while I cried in the closet.'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-3656054130331958288</id><published>2008-07-18T22:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:43:51.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much stuff leaves little respect for any one thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/SIn-pNaw1NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PLaJsgJoM98/s1600-h/100_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226988826470175954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/SIn-pNaw1NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PLaJsgJoM98/s200/100_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the weekend I went on a caffeine induced rampage through the kids playroom. Maybe that third cup of Joe was too much, but the place was a cacophony of junk! Puzzle pieces everywhere, shredded papers pulled out of good books, uncapped magic markers, smashed hand-painted toys, &lt;a href="http://www.sharpie.com/enUS/Product/Sharpie_Accent_Highlighter_Liquid_Pen_Style.html"&gt;Sharpie pen&lt;/a&gt; scribbled on the chalk board, and endless amounts of plastic chotchkies. I could not believe what chaos had transpired within the past year. My working mom status leaves me little time to keep track of those big toy bins. I'm not quite sure how my husband became exempt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went into the playroom with the kids and a box of garbage bags. I told the kids I was upset with the total lack of respect for their things. While reflecting on that thought, I instructed them to throw away broken or unwanted toys. I’d figure out punishment later. My only rule was to keep anything made out of wood. I spared my 3 year old from the process simply because he doesn’t understand. But my soon to be 7 and 9 year old certainly do. What was amazing is how easily they threw everything away! Favorite teddy bears, a perfectly good bingo game, they would have tossed the &lt;a href="http://www.lego.com/en-US/default.aspx"&gt;Lego's&lt;/a&gt; if I didn’t set them aside for their little brother. &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/playskool/mrpotatohead/"&gt;Mister Potato head&lt;/a&gt; was toast. I just can’t get over their total disrespect for their toys. I tried to explain to my girls that those &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matryoshka_doll"&gt;matryoshka&lt;/a&gt; dolls that grandma brought back from Russia were hand painted by a woman who spent weeks on them. There were 2 sets of 12. One for each grand-daughter. What was left of them is shameful. They looked at me like little puppies, heads tilted, when I explained how every single stroke was painted by hand. With very little enthusiasm, my 9 year old tried to salvage what was left and stacked them pathetically one into the other. We ended up throwing away 8 garbage bags full of broken mismatched unwanted toys. I hate to do the “when I was a kid” lecture, but there was no way around it. When I was a kid, I remember getting a big plastic sleeve of magic markers. I kept those markers capped and in their original arrangement of color scheme for years till I used them up. My favorite collectables were &lt;a href="http://www.sanrio.com/"&gt;Hello Kitty items&lt;/a&gt;, which I was afraid to use for fear of “using them up.” I had the same &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/games/kid-games/monopoly/"&gt;Monopoly game&lt;/a&gt;, with all of its pieces for 15 plus years. I also watched a black and white TV, of which we only had one. Which brings me to another point. I don’t feel like we are a household of excess. We don’t allow televisions or computers in the kid’s bedrooms, we don’t even have one in our bedroom. Our kids don’t have video games as I prefer to send them outside. They have bikes and rollerblades and skateboards which get lots of use on the driveway. But “in house” toys? NO RESPECT. So we’ve started a new rule. From now on, for Birthdays, Christmas and other special occasions relatives will donate to a fund for each girl. I realize this won't be possible for birthday's with friends. When the fund reaches a certain amount then can spend it on one item that is special to them. My 9 year old is already saving for a laptop. I'm not sure she realizes this is a $2 thousand dollar item. My 6 year old's only worry was that Santa wouldn’t know what to do. I assured her I would call him and make the same arrangement with Santa. We’ll still put up a stockings for little stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ursula vonRydingsvard is a mother of 3. She runs a business at &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://youhere.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Youhere.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-3656054130331958288?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3656054130331958288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=3656054130331958288' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3656054130331958288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3656054130331958288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/oo-much-stuff-leaves-little-respect-for.html' title='Too much stuff leaves little respect for any one thing.'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/SIn-pNaw1NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PLaJsgJoM98/s72-c/100_0466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-6237720385756645743</id><published>2008-07-18T22:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T22:08:01.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hand sanitizers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strep throat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>My kids gave me Strep... now the house is a mess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/29/100_1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="100_1866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" height="150" alt="100_1866" src="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/nyc_moms/images/2008/03/29/100_1866.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess what my kids gave me...? Unfortunately NOT some fabulous popsicle stick art. They brought home &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/strep-throat-topic-overview"&gt;strep throat&lt;/a&gt;. I hate to complain, its just when mom is sick everything else goes. The house is a mess, there are clothes everywhere, dirty dishes piling up and dog hairs on every surface. It's probably my own fault since I should give my kids more chores. I've been meaning to make a CHORE corkboard for years. My 3 yr old won’t go to bed unless I put him to bed. And why can’t my husband just order pizza for dinner? Lets face it, moms can never get sick! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back on subject. I’m not sure which kid gave it to me. And the interesting thing is both my school-age girls do NOT have it. However both of them brought home one of those dreaded notes that say it’s going around their class. So it is possible to pass the streptococcal (strep) bacteria to someone else via your hands and body without actually contracting the illness. I had no idea! Did I mentioned my throat hurts? Man, this isn’t your garden variety sore throat. This is throbbing, great big globs of lovely white stuff back there… you can barely swallow type sore throat. Your glands are so swollen you can’t turn your neck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I went to the Doctor for a culture… and yep… it’s strep. Now I have to be careful not to give it to my kids or husband and start a vicious cycle. I am totally not a germa-phobe but when I was at &lt;a href="http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/cvs/gateway/cvsmain"&gt;CVS &lt;/a&gt;for my z-pac, I went on a germ killing shopping spree. Its unbelievable how many products are out there claiming to kill bad microbes. Funky hand sanitizer spray pens, anti-microbial wipes, sanitizer pumps in all shapes, sizes and smells. I bought them all! They know how to play on those mommy germ fears! Maybe I’m buying into the marketing hype – should I care? At least it makes me feel like I have some control. I gave a pen to my colleague at work. He has no kids… so it would be very clear if he got sick that it was from me. I brought some of the gel home, my 3-yr-old thinks it’s for his hair. I gave my husband some wipes for work. He looked at me in that kinda sad way… like I’m pathetic… but took them without commenting. And I put new yummy smelling hand soap pumps next to every sink. The shining moment was when my little boy brought me an “ice-pack” from the freezer. It’s what I give the kids for every little ache and pain. He told me to put it on my neck so I did. It actually made me feel better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-6237720385756645743?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6237720385756645743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=6237720385756645743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6237720385756645743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6237720385756645743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-kids-gave-me-strep-now-house-is-mess.html' title='My kids gave me Strep... now the house is a mess.'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-3331504431846627707</id><published>2008-05-09T14:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:51:30.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my business</title><content type='html'>Need video for your website. Check us out!&lt;br /&gt;Fun stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-3331504431846627707?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://youhere.com' title='Check out my business'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://youhere.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3331504431846627707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=3331504431846627707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3331504431846627707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3331504431846627707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-my-business.html' title='Check out my business'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-7807488724799504826</id><published>2008-03-31T12:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T13:54:56.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif'/><title type='text'>My six word bio/memoir</title><content type='html'>"Ursula's children illustrate nature is god"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't completely get how to do this. But I think this is sort of a chain blogging mechanism to get traffic to your web site. So here goes... I figure why not? And it's kinda interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been tagged by&lt;a href="http://www.almostgotit.com/2008/03/31/not-quite-what-i-was-planning-the-book-and-tag/"&gt; almostgotit.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.almostgotit.com/2008/03/31/not-quite-what-i-was-planning-the-book-and-tag/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Assignment: write a six word memoir.  Other rules: post your own memoir. Tag at least five more blogs. Link to them and leave comments. Acknowledge the blog that tagged YOU. Link to that blog as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging 5 more blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamabirddiaries.com/"&gt;mamabirddiaries.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hilaritiesensue.com"&gt;hilaritiesensue.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenlee.net"&gt;jenlee.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamadramas.blogspot.com"&gt;mamadramas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamaknowsbreast.com/"&gt;mamaknowsbreast.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://mamadramas.blogspot.com"&gt;adramas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-7807488724799504826?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7807488724799504826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=7807488724799504826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/7807488724799504826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/7807488724799504826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-six-word-biomemoir.html' title='My six word bio/memoir'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-8440813277164108650</id><published>2008-03-29T14:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T15:00:18.862-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tammy Wynette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project runway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suzanne Craig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand by your man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eliot Spitzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James McGreevey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Larry Craig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Rodham Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silda Spitzer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dina McGreegvey'/><title type='text'>Stand by your man … AS IF! Even Tammy Wynette would back off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/12/elliot_and_silda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/12/elliot_and_silda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="entry-header"&gt;*cross posted on NYCmomsblog.com*&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s more disgusting than a lyin’ no good, cheatin, hypocritical, political man? Their wives that stand by looking dumbfounded as their unfaithful husbands apologize to the public. Do these women have no pride?  We’ve seen the scene many times before. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/12/nyregion/12cnd-spitzer.html?ref=politicshttp://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/12/nyregion/12cnd-spitzer.html?ref=politics"&gt;Eliot Spitzer&lt;/a&gt;’s wife joins a long list of deer in the headlight ladies. It’s like a scratched DVD, the same scene plays over and over again with different faces.  Why must &lt;a href="http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/posted/archive/2008/03/11/silda-spitzer-and-the-humiliation-of-the-political-spouse.aspx"&gt;Silda Spitzer&lt;/a&gt; stand there in her pristine suit as he gives the cameras a whopping 60 second of his time? He slept with prostitutes as old as your daughters for the past year! And you stand there like its no big deal? What exactly is the message of “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stand_by_Your_Man"&gt;standing by your man&lt;/a&gt;.” Well, for me it means you support your husband even though his actions are grotesque. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eliot_Spitzer"&gt;Spitzer&lt;/a&gt; got tripped up in the laws he created to bust prostitution rings. The Irony is FIERCE! (as my &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway//index.php"&gt;project runway&lt;/a&gt; hero &lt;a href="http://www.bravotv.com/Project_Runway/season/4/bios/index.php?cat=designer&amp;amp;p=christian"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; would say)             &lt;div class="entry-more"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;The list is a mile long… wife &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/12/opinion/12mcgreevey.html?em&amp;amp;ex=1205467200&amp;amp;en=af984e5d7e1d7070&amp;amp;ei=5087%0A"&gt;Dina McGreevey&lt;/a&gt; former wife of NJ Governor &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/politics/21340/"&gt;James McGreevey&lt;/a&gt;. Mr McGreevey slept with men for… well who knows how long before he duped his administration into hiring his lover. Dina McGreevey even stood there with a SMILE on her face. And the interesting thing is how he pointed out at that press conference that he is a “Gay American” like he had something to be proud of at this point? I couldn’t care less that he’s gay. But I do care that he cheated and lied to his wife! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the guy in the bathroom stall? Remember him? His wife also standing there dumb founded.  &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/story?id=3538964&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Suzanne Craig&lt;/a&gt; stood by her man - conservative Republican Senator &lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/sleuth/2007/08/larry_craig_still_not_gay.html"&gt;Larry Craig &lt;/a&gt;while he denied he had propositioned a man in an airport bathroom stall. Then he denied he was gay. Again I couldn’t care less whether he’s gay or not! Its about lying to your wife!&lt;br /&gt;It would take me all day to list all the women who stood by while their husbands are publicly humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;Come on ladies! I’m not saying you shouldn’t be able to make your own decision to work things out on your own. But why must you stand there? These guys have done some truly rotten things. Respect yourself and your family by retreating. Let your husband do the dirty press conference on their own. And let's not forget (though I am a supporter) &lt;a href="http://www.hillaryclinton.com/?splash=1"&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;/a&gt;. If my husband did any of the above… I tell ya… he’d be on his own! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-8440813277164108650?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8440813277164108650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=8440813277164108650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/8440813277164108650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/8440813277164108650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/stand-by-your-man-as-if-even-tammy.html' title='Stand by your man … AS IF! Even Tammy Wynette would back off.'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-4896158313993873005</id><published>2008-02-27T19:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:57:17.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tae Kwon Do'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hillary Rodham Clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saturday Night Live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iraq war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Healthcare'/><title type='text'>Dear haters of Hillary Rodham Clinton… please give her a chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R8YGdK0bHsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4FIvEO8Kplw/s1600-h/100_1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171828320271802050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R8YGdK0bHsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4FIvEO8Kplw/s200/100_1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R8YGdq0bHtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FV2bNgJiYOc/s1600-h/100_1753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171828328861736658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R8YGdq0bHtI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FV2bNgJiYOc/s200/100_1753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Haters Of Hillary Rodham Clinton: Please give her a chance. Please take another look and help her succeed. why all the hatred?&lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0208/8718.html"&gt;http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0208/8718.html&lt;/a&gt; Why all the disgust? &lt;a href="http://www.againsthillary.com/"&gt;http://www.againsthillary.com/&lt;/a&gt; why all the bashing &lt;a href="http://wwwwakeupamericans-spree.blogspot.com/2008/02/hillary-clinton-whines-to-huffington.html"&gt;http://wwwwakeupamericans-spree.blogspot.com/2008/02/hillary-clinton-whines-to-huffington.html&lt;/a&gt;? I want to show my girls that a powerful woman can be liked. Not just liked, but admired for being smart and strong. When I tell my girls that they can do anything they set their minds to … I want Hillary to be the illustration of why that cliché is not just an empty statement. My oldest daughter started taking Tae Kwon Do lessons at the age of 5 ... by 9 she was a black-belt. She told me from the start "I want a black belt just like Master Oh"… and she did it! She is smart and strong and can pretty much kick my ^@($@ if she wanted to. She has won many trophies at Tae Kwon Do Tournaments. Some of the prizes I have to admit were given to her by default. Meaning there were no other girls to compete with her in her belt class. I guess they’re all in Ballet? When she was 6 she took Chess as an after-school enrichment class. The teacher passed out forms for a tournament. My girl thought nothing of marching right up to me with the form and saying “mommy I want to do this.” So we drove 2 hours away to Timbuktu New Jersey and she came home with an 8th place trophy! She was the only girl to compete in her age group. Why aren't more moms placing their girls into these more challenging formerly masculine pursuits? (I'll save that for another blog entry) My biggest concern is ... are these all positive attributes? Am I setting her up to be another Hillary? A strong, intelligent independent woman that everyone hates? Why, please tell me why do people hate Hillary so much? And why is Obama doing so well with so little experience? Doesn’t experience count for anything? How will Obama work the political chess game of Washington? Ya ok she has a bit of a creepy smile when she senses a blow to her mojo. But what about foreign policy experience. And what about her background in health-care? Another huge cliché ... I always tell my kids "you can’t possibly learn without making mistakes." So she made some mistakes… but in doing so … I think she is the PERFECT person to tackle universal health-care. And I’m sorry… I’d much rather see someone fess up to doing something wrong… as Hillary has done with her decision on the war in Iraq… than just simply voting “present” on tough issues. Obama voted "present" when it came to allowing sex shops near schools! YUCK! What a serious cop out! And why do the debate moderators seem to give Barack the upper hand? Here’s what Hillary pointed out… "Can I just point out that in the last several debates, I seem to get the first question all the time? I do find it curious, and if anybody saw 'Saturday Night Live,' you know, maybe we should ask Barack if he's comfortable and needs another pillow." I have the same feeling when I watch the debates… its like ok… Mr. Obama… what can we get you to make you more comfortable... would you like another sip of water? So I ask everyone... Are we really ready for the “lipstick Jungle” women and "Cashmere Mafia” ladies? I think we are! Then we need to get beyond the façade of appearances and look to experience. Hillary is clearly more qualified! So again… dear haters of Hillary Rodham Clinton… give her a chance. If not for the women in your life… for your daughters and their daughters. And your sons to realize that strong independent women are not to be feared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-4896158313993873005?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4896158313993873005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=4896158313993873005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4896158313993873005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/4896158313993873005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/dear-haters-of-hillary-rodham-clinton.html' title='Dear haters of Hillary Rodham Clinton… please give her a chance.'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R8YGdK0bHsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4FIvEO8Kplw/s72-c/100_1396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-6144002273415646892</id><published>2008-02-17T22:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:26:16.191-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blackberry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CITRIX'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Au Pair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Office'/><title type='text'>Working from home is not all it’s cracked up to be... or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R7j6ouXAE8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hbL4tvEpHhg/s1600-h/100_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168156149953860546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R7j6ouXAE8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hbL4tvEpHhg/s200/100_1695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R7j6q-XAE9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ayi0xSdBZIg/s1600-h/100_1698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168156188608566226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R7j6q-XAE9I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Ayi0xSdBZIg/s200/100_1698.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had a conference call in a bathroom? Or hid yourself in the closet while talking to a VIP client? Have you made funky throat noises to mask a toddler’s whining? You must be a mom who works from home. I actually find working from the office easier. Oooohhhhh the sacrilege, dare to admit the office is more pleasant. With technology nowadays not only can I email or call anyone anytime. But I can access my office PC remotely via software called CITRIX. I also have a Blackberry. That hideous device that thrusts the office across all boundaries. I dropped it the other day, my fumbling thumbs lost their grip on the train. Now my "Pearl" has a crack, so I officially have a"Crack-berry." I understand the need to work remotely but why do moms want to work from home so badly? Working mom’s have enough to juggle, why combine cranky kids and cranky clients! Is it some sort of hideous feeling of guilt? If I have the ability I should stay at home right? This is the ultimate mommy dream right? The ultimate balance? I’m not so sure! Where do the lines exist? Should the yoghurt drip on the office threshold? Why don't I ever hear of dad's working from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the answers lie in the priceless home office perks. Just minutes ago, I walked my girls down the driveway adjusted their backpacks and scarfs and kissed them before they got on the school bus. I waved fanaticly and did my little cooky dance and spilled my coffee. The glorious beauty of the scene is that my girls still think I’m cool… their crazy dancing mom isn’t embarrassing... yet. Now I sit behind my computer… my little boy humming and pushing his fire-truck around my legs. The best part is yet to come … I anticipate giving my girls big sloppy kisses when they get off the bus at 3:30. I will eat lunch with my little boy then I'll put him down for a nap. And most importantly this is all possible because I am VERY blessed to have a brilliant Au Pair to help watch my kids as I work. None of these moments would exist without her. She knows just when to shuffle my 2 year old off to the library... when I start running towards the closet phone to ear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-6144002273415646892?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6144002273415646892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=6144002273415646892' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6144002273415646892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6144002273415646892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2008/02/working-from-home-is-not-all-its.html' title='Working from home is not all it’s cracked up to be... or is it?'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R7j6ouXAE8I/AAAAAAAAAEI/hbL4tvEpHhg/s72-c/100_1695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-812683828314302091</id><published>2007-12-20T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:15:57.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eggnog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas is coming -- what's your list?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p92j8Dj_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qcTkYRTw76Q/s1600-h/ED+by+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146063900537753586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p92j8Dj_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qcTkYRTw76Q/s200/ED+by+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p9wz8Dj-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OlFjtWmdO0Q/s1600-h/387318238207_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146063801753505762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p9wz8Dj-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OlFjtWmdO0Q/s200/387318238207_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p9Aj8Dj8I/AAAAAAAAADo/Tu9zrwKVOS4/s1600-h/798508238207_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p8DT8Dj5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/kaEf9txwo6Y/s1600-h/458687238207_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love these things... one of my playgroup mom’s just sent it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Whatever works! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Real tree or artificial? FAKE... first time we have a fake one... will be much easier to come home to after 2 weeks away... no dried up tree and messy needles on the floor. This one even has the lights built into the tree... how easy is that!!!! Alas, no yummy pine smell :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. When do you put up the tree &amp;amp; decorate? Whenever Husband can separate his lazy ass from the computer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Favorite gift received as a child? New clothing... I was quite poor... and always looked like Raggedy Ann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? not really... the idea of it is much better than the actual stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Do you like Hot Buttered Rum? never tried it... probably same as above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes... but its Upstate at my parent’s country house... it is carved out of wood.... and is set up all year round. I love the way my 2 yr old calls the big guy "Jofuss." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Hardest person to buy for? My dad... I bought him a sharper image massager chair once... wow that did not go over very well! This year (during our "early" x-mas) I bought a duo present for my parents "THE WAR" DVD set ... they seemed pleased. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Tinsel or garland? All too messy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail.... just sent them... always too late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Board games with no pieces, every year my Babcia (mom's mom) would buy used toys at tag sales... and wrap them up for the grandkids. She had 7 kids... and MANY grand kids... her homeade cards were the best though! she called me UZIE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? Miracle on 34th st... I can totally relate to the little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? After thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? of course... whoever hasn't is lying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Favorite Christmas Treat?&lt;br /&gt;Home-made pierogies! mmmm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? Clear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Whatever my kids sing&lt;br /&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Travel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Favorite Christmas Family Tradition? Stockings Cristmas morning, so nice to see he found my girls in the Netherlands... as there much anxiety about this the night before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? whatever my kids make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or Christmas morning? Both... Catholic on Christmas Eve... Protestant side Cristmas Day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Decorating! I love the way it all looks, but hate doing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? A hand painted... hand blown glass ornament I received at an ornament swapping party I once threw. It is painstakingly painted on the inside through a little hole on the top... you have to see it to believe it. I'm waiting for the day my kids break it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Favorite full Christmas dinner? Homemade Pierrogies and Gowomkis and Borscht (how do you spell that?) traditional polish food AWESOME! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. When do you take the tree/decorations down? Whenever Ray can separate his lazy ass from the computer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-812683828314302091?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/812683828314302091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=812683828314302091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/812683828314302091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/812683828314302091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-is-coming-whats-your-list.html' title='Christmas is coming -- what&apos;s your list?'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/R2p92j8Dj_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/qcTkYRTw76Q/s72-c/ED+by+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-7209938003546720571</id><published>2007-11-08T12:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T12:53:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMyV0BlhI/AAAAAAAAADI/7OehoiBWb-w/s1600-h/846920627207_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130528828237649426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMyV0BlhI/AAAAAAAAADI/7OehoiBWb-w/s200/846920627207_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMql0BlgI/AAAAAAAAADA/A7Q9ORKqZm8/s1600-h/150530627207_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130528695093663234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMql0BlgI/AAAAAAAAADA/A7Q9ORKqZm8/s200/150530627207_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMRV0BlfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_O3IVsn5-B0/s1600-h/237520627207_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130528261301966322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMRV0BlfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/_O3IVsn5-B0/s200/237520627207_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNKq10BleI/AAAAAAAAACw/wyvYX4HGX54/s1600-h/846920627207_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNKh10BldI/AAAAAAAAACo/T0_JRdMXwfY/s1600-h/237520627207_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here’s what we came up with. Natasha originally wanted to go as Hermione... but at the last second had a gender bending idea of going as Harry Potter. She added her own touch of blood at her school before the parade. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Delfine&lt;/span&gt; went as a Dutch girl... which really was a pilgrim costume. The wooden shoes were a little too much for her to walk in... and she only wore the crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Brade's&lt;/span&gt; at home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t want to wear them to the parade or to trick or treating. Emerson went as a little police man. The best part of that costume was his little whistle. He had trouble keeping the hat on his head. We’re still reeling from all the candy... and I keep bringing huge bags of it into work. So far they haven’t noticed mommy leaving with large amounts of their candy in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A recent article from Newsweek I thought was interesting. Seems I'm not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something Scary Is In Your Closet&lt;br /&gt;By Matthew Philips&lt;br /&gt;NEWSWEEK&lt;br /&gt;Updated: 3:22 PM ET Oct 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;Halloween costumes are supposed to be scary, but what's putting a fright into parents this year is how slinky the options are getting for their daughters. Designs for classics, like witches and princesses, are featuring more halter tops, miniskirts and bare midriffs. One version of a Little Bo Peep costume for preteens, on sale at Buy Costumes.com, has a corset and knee-high stockings. An Army-girl costume is labeled "Major Flirt." These , along with hot sellers based on TV shows like "Hannah Montana," are making it hard for parents to find something that won't make their trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;treater&lt;/span&gt; look like a lady of the night.&lt;br /&gt;"Halloween has become just an excuse for little girls to dress like sluts," says Celia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rivenbark&lt;/span&gt;, author of the 2006 book "Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Skank&lt;/span&gt;." Americans are expected to spend nearly $2 billion on Halloween costumes this year, twice what they did in 2003, according to the National Retail Federation. But the trend simply reflects the culture, says Jackie MacDonald, a costume buyer for catalog giant Lillian Vernon. "We don't want to say they're sexier," MacDonald says. "Just more confident." Feel better? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-7209938003546720571?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7209938003546720571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=7209938003546720571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/7209938003546720571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/7209938003546720571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-recap.html' title='Halloween Recap'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/RzNMyV0BlhI/AAAAAAAAADI/7OehoiBWb-w/s72-c/846920627207_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-3991513173554929712</id><published>2007-10-23T13:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:21:59.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is coming... hide the black lipstick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124581060815557586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/Rx4rUtibE9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bgT-jVMrXuk/s320/n618848528_346430_7547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/Rx4rAtibE8I/AAAAAAAAABw/I1CDsQxKtqw/s1600-h/n618848528_346431_8020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124580717218173890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/Rx4rAtibE8I/AAAAAAAAABw/I1CDsQxKtqw/s320/n618848528_346431_8020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually what I’m really trying to say is WHY hide the black lipstick? What happened to the creative make your own costumes? I remember my friends and I coming up with some really crazy stuff when we were kids. And that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Now all I see are store bought costumes. What really get’s me the most are the girls costumes! Why are they always the “sexed-up” version of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;. You can’t just be a witch anymore... you have to be the “sexy” witch. I saw some very perverted costumes in K-mart the other day. And mind you I wasn't in the adult section... these are supposed to be for a child! There was a Britney spears pop tart outfit... short short skirt and head-piece to sing into. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Cheerleader – short short skirt, pom poms and skimpy top. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Devinne&lt;/span&gt; devil girl, short short skirt! The consensus was SHORT SHORT SKIRT! I have 2 girls... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;would no&lt;/span&gt;t be caught dead putting them into any of these. Alas all we could find that was acceptable for my 8 yr old was a Hermione cape... and my 6 yr old has to go as a pilgrim cause it was the most benign. What I wish more than anything is that Natasha could create what she wants -- like in these pictures. She found some black lipstick the other day... slathered herself and her sister’s face with it. Used a band-aid on the nose... wash-cloth and sleeping eye mask... voila... quite creative costumes I thought. (Although she didn't ask permission to do it... and it took about an hour to wash it all off) Alas if I sent them to school like this for the annual Halloween parade I’d probably be reported to child services. Yet sadly enough ... it seems a short short skirt is acceptable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-3991513173554929712?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3991513173554929712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=3991513173554929712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3991513173554929712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/3991513173554929712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-is-coming-hide-black-lipstick.html' title='Halloween is coming... hide the black lipstick!'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p_tUdz0c7k4/Rx4rUtibE9I/AAAAAAAAAB4/bgT-jVMrXuk/s72-c/n618848528_346430_7547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-5646436599924961626</id><published>2007-10-17T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:31:55.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Oprah... if you had kids you’d realize ... Jessica Seinfeld's recipes are ridiculous!</title><content type='html'>As seen on Oprah ... &lt;a href="http://www2.oprah.com/foodhome/food/jseinfeld/recipes/jseinfeld_recipes_main.jhtml"&gt;http://www2.oprah.com/foodhome/food/jseinfeld/recipes/jseinfeld_recipes_main.jhtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... so you want me to spend my Sundays making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... puree’s? Are you kidding me? This was the most ridiculous celebrity book plugging I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seen in a long time. First of all this is certainly NOT a new idea. Women have been making baby food this way for centuries. My Grandmother during the war used to simply chew up whatever food she had, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t much, and feed her babies. She had seven children before during and after WW2, so NO Jessica this is NOT something YOU invented. Also, the idea of HIDING your kids veggies, or making chicken nuggets and pizza with hidden puree’s inside is like...hiding gems inside garbage! When Seinfeld’s kids leave the house and actually see a real carrot they won’t know what it is. Will they say... “mommy why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;’t this mashed up and hidden inside a hamburger?" Also how does she expect a working mom to spend hours making these silly concoctions? For me it’s simple, my kids eat what we eat. My 2 year old will pick up a broccoli stalk and start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gnawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on it. Do you think he’d do that if he was used to eating broccoli puree hidden in pasta sauce? I was also alarmed by Dr. Oz (featured on the same show) not chiming in about how if you steam and puree veggies they lose tons of nutrients. This certainly also does nothing for childhood obesity. Kids need to learn to eat REAL fruits and veggies. People should really follow Alice Water’s advice. I had the pleasure of meeting her this past Spring in Rome where she re-vamped the America Academy of Rome’s menu. Why was I there? I'll save this for another blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;Waters promotes &lt;a title="Organic food" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_food"&gt;organic&lt;/a&gt; and small farm products heavily in her restaurants, in her books, and in her **&lt;a title="Edible Schoolyard" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Edible_Schoolyard&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;Edible Schoolyard&lt;/a&gt;** program in the &lt;a title="Public school" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Public_school"&gt;public schools&lt;/a&gt;. Her ideas for "edible education" have been introduced into the entire Berkeley school system.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get kids to eat the real deal. If you buy local and organic produce it will taste so delicious you won’t need to hide anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon...&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is around the corner ... hide the black lipstick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-5646436599924961626?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www2.oprah.com/foodhome/food/jseinfeld/recipes/jseinfeld_recipes_main.jhtml' title='Dear Oprah... if you had kids you’d realize ... Jessica Seinfeld&apos;s recipes are ridiculous!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5646436599924961626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=5646436599924961626' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/5646436599924961626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/5646436599924961626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/dear-oprah-if-you-had-kids-youd-realize.html' title='Dear Oprah... if you had kids you’d realize ... Jessica Seinfeld&apos;s recipes are ridiculous!'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-8885377447956142321</id><published>2007-10-16T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T10:05:57.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Clean Magic Sponge Fact or Fiction</title><content type='html'>This is a recent email I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; from a friend... any truth to this do you think? I will continue to post these types of emails here... I received one recently about red lipstick containing lead. And of course the one about the 4 yr old boy's Croc shoe getting stuck in an escalator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please  pass this on to all the little one's parents in your area. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm sending this out to everyone so they don't make the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mistake I&lt;/span&gt; made. I'm so embarrassed that this happened but I want you all to be aware of what can happen. This was caused by a magic eraser sponge. I have let both kids erase their crayon marks off the walls and never even thought the sponges would have this kind of chemical in them that would cause this kind of burn or even hurt them. Learn from my mistake. You can't even imagine how bad I feel that this happened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kolby&lt;/span&gt;. Pass this along to anyone who has kids or grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The email continues... but I gather you get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-8885377447956142321?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8885377447956142321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=8885377447956142321' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/8885377447956142321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/8885377447956142321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-clean-magic-sponge-fact-or-fiction.html' title='Mr. Clean Magic Sponge Fact or Fiction'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2562805304415485679.post-6101241385242328490</id><published>2007-10-16T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T14:49:00.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day Blogging</title><content type='html'>I have no idea when I'll find the time to write in this Blog. But I feel I really need an outlet for the struggle working moms have to deal with everyday. Leaving the house this morning was a total nightmare. I have three children and I commute to the city from New Jersey. My oldest was hanging on my body telling me "you can't leave me." Does anyone else experience this. And what do you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2562805304415485679-6101241385242328490?l=workingmotherblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6101241385242328490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2562805304415485679&amp;postID=6101241385242328490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6101241385242328490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2562805304415485679/posts/default/6101241385242328490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://workingmotherblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-first-day-blogging.html' title='My First Day Blogging'/><author><name>Working Mom Blog</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05706467082931003917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
