tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71139547436429072802024-03-05T05:25:47.627-05:00The Hot Mama ChroniclesHot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-64700046898364720032017-03-03T11:39:00.002-05:002017-03-03T12:13:07.416-05:00Chronicle 64: BIG News, y'all!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started this blog over 5 years ago right after my son was born. My husband and I were the first of our group of friends to become mommy and daddy, and it was a seriously difficult transition at times. Of course we loved our baby boy, but we also craved and missed adult interaction. Especially when I quit teaching to stay at home.<br />
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We were also pretty clueless about what to expect, because even just 5 years ago no one was talking about the hard, gross, less glamorous stuff. That was my true intention behind starting this blog, and my hope was that I could help my friends and internet buds going through the same thing.</div>
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Our family has grown and we've moved on to a completely different part of our journey. We are enjoying and struggling with much different things, and I felt like I couldn't keep up the blog as I intended. </div>
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Long story short, I will be moving this blog to another site. My personal interests have changed and my children are at different phases. I want a fresh clean start, with a diverse set of topics. This page will remain up, but I will no longer be updating it. The new website will still be connected to my Facebook and Instagram pages. You can't get rid of me that easily! </div>
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Thanks for sticking around these past 5 years. I hope to see you and more new friends on my brand new blog! Check it out for yourself at <a href="http://www.thehotmamachronicles.com/">www.thehotmamachronicles.com</a></div>
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Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-41800623521372390072016-12-02T11:08:00.000-05:002016-12-02T11:27:45.359-05:00Chronicle 63: Last Minute Gift Giving Guide<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now that the Halloween sugar high has crashed, and we've regained all our formerly lost baby weight during multiple Thanksgiving feasts, the gift giving season has officially commenced! </div>
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Whether you're buckling down for birthdays, anniversaries, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, or Christmas... chances are you need something to give your loved ones. If you're anything like me, you want the gift to be thoughtful and unique, but you don't have the time or energy to go traipsing around a billion stores while shlepping two octopuses around. And by octopus I mean child. And by child I mean eight legged creature who grabs everything in sight.</div>
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I've gotten pretty damn good at online shopping. So leave it to me, ladies. I've done the research, logged the man hours, and waited like a teenage girl by the phone for the post man to drop off mountains of boxes. I'm pretty sure I impressed him with my ninja quickness at opening the door and <strike>snatching</strike> receiving the packages. </div>
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If you're looking for a super quick ship, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/" target="_blank">Amazon</a> is always the way to go. I bit the bullet and signed up for Prime when I first started teaching, and I <i>never</i> looked back. Two day shipping, baby! And 99.9% of the time it has reached me within 1-2 days. There was one time it took a LOT longer (three days, GOD), but it was an issue with the mail carrier. </div>
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This is literally a one stop shop. You got your toys, your books, your music, your cooking utensils, your sex toys, your rugs, your purses, and your personal nose hair groomer. I mean, everyone on the list is covered.</div>
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What I love most about Amazon is that their prices are competitive, you don't have to fight other moms hopped up on caffeine in the toy aisle or stand in a ridiculously long checkout line, and they even offer toys without that crazy cardboard (paper cut-inducing) packaging.<br />
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Another site I discovered this year was <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/" target="_blank">Uncommon Goods</a>. They have something for pretty much every age and interest, and their shipping is FAST. I got my shipments within two days, and they were neatly packaged in a blue box with a cute little gift card tucked under the satin ribbon bow. I opted for gift wrapping, because, hello! Exhausted (which is a fancy word for lazy). </div>
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What I really like about this site is the uniqueness of the gifts and the price ranges. You can get something for less than $25 or buy the BIG GIFT. You know, the one big gift that towers over all the other little ones? Yeah. They got it. Checked most of my extended family off the list with this site.</div>
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My favorites: <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/bubble-wrap-calendar" target="_blank">a bubble wrap calendar</a>, <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/scotch-infused-toothpicks-gift-set" target="_blank">scotch infused toothpicks</a>, and this <a href="http://www.uncommongoods.com/product/cheese-crackers-serving-board" target="_blank">cheese and crackers board</a> which makes presentation neat and easy!</div>
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*BESTIE present alert!!* If you're looking for gifts that support others, check out <a href="http://www.theshineproject.com/" target="_blank">The Shine Project</a>. I stumbled across their profile on Instagram after falling in love with their jewelry. The story is even more amazing.</div>
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This incredible effort serves to empower women who want to better themselves through education, but may not currently have the financial means to do so. The founder, Ashley LeMieux, also works directly with their families to help better their living conditions. The Shine Project has teamed up with companies like LulaRoe to create beautiful jewelry and clothing that serves a desperate need.</div>
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There are so many other <a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/vanessamcgrady/2016/11/25/holiday-2016-20-places-to-shop-for-gifts-that-give-back/#7acf490966af" target="_blank">worthwhile sites</a> that sell awesome gifts while supporting others. However, quick tip: Do some research before you commit. Some of the most recognizable or common charities actually cause more problems than good, or don't donate as much as you would think. This is the one place where spending time and energy is necessary!<br />
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OK, y'all. The holidays are a stressful time and if we can diminish that and enjoy ourselves even a little, then this post was well worth it. Kick back, grab a cocktail, and click away!</div>
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<span class="s1">Today was Ohio's primary election. I took you to the polls with me because I want to normalize the experience of this process. Not just voting, but educating yourself about the world around you. I tried my best to explain what it was all about, but I found it difficult to answer the questions you posed. "Why did you push that button instead of that one, Mommy?" I stumbled a bit before answering, "I am choosing the button that I believe will help everyone the most." </span></div>
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<span class="s1">There are many men and women who want to help run this country. This is a very big job, and you have to be qualified in all aspects. "What does a President have to do? Are they nice?" you asked. Boy, I love your curiosity. Please never stop asking questions. "A President's job is complicated. They are supposed to look out for us and take care of us," I finally answered. This is the truth, simplified, but you will have many years to figure that out. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">This year, there are several men and one woman who want to have this job. The front runners are fast becoming Donald Trump, Hillary Clinton, and Bernie Sanders. Let me tell you something, children, there are two types of people in this world.</span></div>
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<span class="s1">There are people who support cruel words and actions. People that use fear and ignorance to create chaos, who say whatever it is they think you want to hear, who promise that everyone thinks like you and have just been afraid to say it. There are people that feel that because you are a woman, you are less than. Because you have special needs, you are less than. Because you are a different color or have compassion for others, you are less than. This type of person and their beliefs do not take away from you and what you have to give. Words are hurtful, yes. Actions are hurtful. YOU are not. </span></div>
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<span class="s1">Your kindness, intelligence, and inner beauty will take you far. Your father and I have tried to raise you the way we were raised. We were taught to work hard, respect others, to educate ourselves before making a decision, to ALWAYS finish what you start, and to do good for others. </span><br />
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What is sooo great about being vulnerable? Why would anyone want to be so transparent? Or seen as an open book? Or worst of all, honest with themselves about the state of their affairs? Doesn't anyone have an agenda anymore? Don't you people know how many years it took to build these walls?<br />
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I have labored and toiled, brick after brick, applying mortar thicker than the bean soup that's been in my fridge for a few weeks. Blood, sweat, and tears, y'all (It <i>must</i> be important to me, because I don't like any of those things). To my credit, I did build a few doors, and maybe even a window. Those doors have been kicked in and those windows smashed, so they are few and far between. I constantly ask myself, "Is this fear or protection?" It's the gun control argument of my soul. Or perhaps a precursor to the zombie apocalypse. Just sayin'.<br />
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Happy-go-lucky left my vocabulary in middle school, when I was ridiculed for inheriting the worst possible trait, like, EVER: liking to read. Or my hobbies: Reading under my desk during school, reading on the playground, and reading on the bus. </div>
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That's also when trust took a hike. As an 11 year old girl I learned that who I was didn't hold value in other people's eyes. Letting myself be who I was didn't make me any friends. Without knowing it, I steeled myself and thus began an anti-vulnerability campaign that rivals Kim Jong Un's.<br />
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I made it through high school with a few close friends, but also lost several along the way. I didn't allow myself to grow close to them. I listened to them, their earnest hopes and honest fears laid out before me like a buffet. I gave solid advice that I would never apply in my own life, because I knew it would break down my walls. I was the one that left before I was left. There's not one ounce of pride in my body for those actions. The lesson I learned was: <i>this is working</i>. You have control over who hurts you, and who doesn't.<br />
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The friends I chose understood me, had even been through similar life situations and didn't feel the need to hash everything out all the time. These people have always been there for me and only recently, after 20 years, am I allowing myself to be vulnerable with them.<br />
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While this is a habit that is incredibly hard to break, I'm working on it every day. I started with my family, and the friends I've made since we moved. They see the real me and all of my earnest hopes and honest fears and crazy dreams. All my melodrama and heartbreak and joy. The ugly parts that I thought would push people away... In reality, it brought us closer. It's the human connection and I'm so glad I let it in. </div>
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A friend of mine is flying across the pond with her adorable 8 month old in a few weeks. For those of you who are interested, that is a <u>10 hour plane ride</u> with a recently mobile little guy. An <i>independent</i>, mobile little guy. She wondered if I had any suggestions for traveling with a little one and, after wracking my poor, tired mommy brain, I gave her a few suggestions that helped me when my husband and I flew cross country with G.<br />
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1. First thing's first, it is MUCH cheaper to hold your child on your lap, no matter the length of the trip. Many airlines DO have discounted seats for children under 2, but you will still pay close to full price. If your child is not mobile, you are allowed to carry them in a Baby Bjorn or something similar.<br />
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If you choose to buy a seat, then you must have a TSA approved car seat for your kiddo. Usually the car seat will say if it is approved on the side, or you can check the manual it came with, or even call the manufacturer. If your child is mobile, they may not want to sit in the car seat the entire time, so be prepared to end up holding them anyway!<br />
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2. Try to schedule an early/late flight. Most children do better in the morning or late at night, and will actually sleep after take off. The cabin pressure and motion of the plane combined with snuggling equals nap time! We left early and came back late, and G slept for most of both flights!<br />
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3. In that same vein, do your best to leave on a day when the airport is not as busy. This will make it easier to navigate the airport and security. If you are switching flights, pick a layover that is <i>over an hour</i>, preferably two. This way you can gather everything, de-board, pick up the stroller & car seat, etc. without rushing, panicking and running through an unfamiliar airport.<br />
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4. It is painful for little ears when the plane takes off and lands, which causes VERY unhappy babies. The best way to combat this is feeding your baby during this time. If you are nursing, make sure you pack a blanket or nursing cover to take on the plane. You are allowed a certain amount of pre-made formula, so check with your airport's TSA policies to see how much you can carry-on, and how much you can pack if your destination does not have the formula you normally buy.<br />
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5. You can check the car seat with its base AND your stroller for FREE at the gate. They will have it waiting for you when you disembark.<br />
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6. Airlines will ask you to bring your baby's birth certificate to verify age and identity. They do not accept copies. Even if you have obtained your child a passport, take the birth certificate as backup.<br />
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1. If you are visiting with relatives, ask if they have access to a Pack n Play or portable crib. Many hotels also offer these for free or an additional fee, so call and check with your hotel. If you are unable to procure one at your destination, see if you can fit your Pack n Play into a golf bag and take it with you. </div>
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4. An inflatable tub is cheap and easy to fold up and bring along. If your destination is warm, it can double as a baby pool! I found mine at Buy Buy Baby, but you can also buy them from Amazon, Target, Babies R Us, etc.</div>
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1. Stick to your normal routine as much as possible! Nap times and mealtimes should not be delayed and /or missed. It will be difficult because you will want to do so much, but it will be to your benefit to avoid meltdowns when traveling AND deviation from your child's routine once you return home. Little ones cannot handle it as well as we. </div>
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3. Take a small first aid kit with you. I always pack baby Tylenol & baby Ibuprofen along with our Dr.'s dosage recommendations. I also pack nail clippers, a rectal thermometer, cotton balls, and Neosporin. You never know when you'll need them! </div>
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If we are friends on my personal Facebook profile then you may have noticed I've been posting some very personal things lately. This particular personal struggle has been overwhelming, life changing, emotionally & physically exhausting, confusing, isolating, amazing, you name it. I'm talking about Sensory Processing Disorder, which my son and I both have.<br />
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In a nutshell, a very LITTLE nutshell, sensory processing disorder is a neurological condition that affects how a person reacts to stimuli. Sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and touches will send our body into fight or flight mode. ALL. DAY. You can imagine how exhausting it can be with adrenaline constantly coursing through our bodies telling us that the ceiling fan, traffic noise, dishwasher, sock seams, shirt tags, etc. are too much to handle and we need to ESCAPE. NOW. or fight back with our words, our attitudes, our bodies.<br />
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There wasn't a name for this, really, when I was growing up. The symptoms of SPD can mirror those of Autism and ADHD, and I didn't exhibit obvious behaviors associated with autism and ADHD. How does a child explain or even know that what they're feeling isn't normal, or that they should be given specific tools to deal with a variety of situations? So, I taught myself and never talked about it. This is how I deal with it: I don't wear socks, EVER. I don't spend a lot of time around crowds. I disappear to my room when I can't handle noises. I text instead of call. I leave the mall, grocery store, or restaurant when I'm overwhelmed. Hearing someone chew is my personal hell - sometimes the movie theater can be, too. A lot of times my senses trigger fight mode to the point where rage builds up and I explode. I'm only human, after all.</div>
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Luckily, when Grayson started exhibiting signs of SPD I was on it. We consulted several doctors and now he is seeing an occupational therapist and making great strides in a Montessori preschool. The structured environment works well for him. Every day is a constant struggle. Not only is Grayson very energetic, but he is compulsively inquisitive, curious, and unintentionally aggressive with others. Everyone always says, "He LOOKS normal. You would never know something is wrong with him." Or the classic, "He's ALL boy, idn't he?"<br />
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How do I put this? Nothing is "wrong" with my son. We are dealing with a different set of challenges than you. Which is why I hate the special needs label he has acquired. Putting a label on Grayson entitles other people to treat him differently, to judge him, to see him as flawed and damaged, to expect less of him, to exclude him from mainstream society, to pity him, and to categorize him as a nuisance. How do I know this to be true? We have already experienced it first hand. And thus, I have written an open letter to the women who surrounded my son and I at the playground last week.<br />
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<b>To the Mob Mentality Mamas at the playground:</b><br />
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I'm sure it was easy for you to misjudge the situation. One minute your children were playing happily on the jungle gym, and the next they were running to you with tears on their cheeks. They tell you through hiccuping sobs that a little boy hit them. "Who?" you demand, standing up to find the culprit. Up until that moment you had been chatting with your friend and staring at your phone, allowing your 18 month old to navigate the massive playground alone.<br />
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"That boy! In the plaid shirt!" Immediately scanning the playground, you don't see another mom, except for the one bent over a stroller, trying to strap in an acrobatic toddler who clearly would rather still be running around.<br />
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An older woman steps in, the weight of God-like judgement burdening her. "PLAID SHIRT! WHO DOES <i>THAT KID</i> BELONG TO?!" She repeats it several times until the mom at the stroller stands up, dazed and confused. She had literally just walked away from her son to put her daughter in the stroller. A mere minute, and now chaos was unfolding.<br />
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Sound dramatic? It was. After I was beckoned by the older woman, Grayson came out of the play area saying that the moms had told him he <i>didn't belong</i>. He came over to me, confused, clearly knowing he had done something wrong, but not understanding the situation. I was a bit confused myself. Grayson is sensory seeking, meaning that his neurological system needs deep input or pressure to stabilize. Sometimes he will bump into things or people to get the input he needs. Rarely does he push or shove to get that input, especially without provocation. The way he reacts to being overwhelmed can come across as misbehavior to those that don't know him, and don't know SPD. Believe me, he DOES know right from wrong.<br />
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Clearly, the children we were dealing with were angels and had no responsibility in the situation whatsoever. I brushed that snarky thought aside as I bent down to talk with him. "Grayson, it is <i>never</i> ok to hit or push, for any reason. Let's go speak with our friends and hear what they have to say." (I was pretty damn proud of myself for handling it this way. In reality I wanted to curse, punch, scream, and yell myself. I kept my cool knowing they would never hear my message if I got defensive. Again... really proud.)<br />
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We walked over to the children, who had been lined up in a row. The parents began to <b>surround </b>us. Really! They <i>literally</i> formed a circle around us, including the older woman and her friend who said, "We don't have any children involved in this." (Ummm, ok? Then why ARE you involved?) I could read anger and judgement on their faces, their arms were crossed, their body language was actually pretty menacing. I imagined tiny pitchforks in their non iPhone holding hands. It felt like West Side Story without song and dance to break the tension. Breathing deep and trying to calm my fluttering heart, I had Grayson speak to each child, apologizing and asking if they were ok. They each nodded, tears already dry. They were eager to return to playing and ran off immediately. The parents remained, staring at me.<br />
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I gathered Grayson up and said, "My son has Sensory Processing Disorder, and we are working on the social aspect." As much as I hated to say it, it worked. Their faces immediately softened, they actually took a step back, and then muttered an "It's ok" before walking away.<br />
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Of course I was MORTIFIED and Grayson had a meltdown as we left. He wanted some cinnamon pretzels, a request that was clearly denied. I wanted to dig a hole and hide. And then came the flood of retorts, the imagined things I would say and do given a second chance, all of which I cannot repeat.<br />
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I stick by how I handled it. My friend was there and watched the whole thing unfold. She could not believe what had happened. If Grayson was indeed "normal", then pushing is still developmentally appropriate for his age. What child hasn't acted out? What behavior exactly would justify closing in on a mom and her 4 year old son at the playground?<br />
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I will tell you this, mob mentality mamas. I'm glad you were there. I am glad you learned there may be a reason to stop before judging a child or mother. Or that this open letter reaches to hearts that need it. Thank you for teaching me that I can handle situations like this - that we will survive, and hopefully educate others about a disorder that can't be seen on the face or body of a child.<br />
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Sincerely,<br />
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The Hot Mama & her son <3<br />
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For more information on SPD: <a href="http://www.spdfoundation.net/about-sensory-processing-disorder/">http://www.spdfoundation.net/about-sensory-processing-disorder/</a>Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-77704822954750294982015-10-29T09:42:00.001-04:002016-01-18T16:05:36.861-05:00Chronicle 59: Ode to the Shower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You and I were close friends once,</div>
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And I took it all for granted.</div>
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This ode's to you, dear shower, pal.</div>
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My view's now slightly slanted.</div>
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I used to step under the water,</div>
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Steaming hot, sublime.</div>
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My eyes would close, my mind would wander,</div>
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Once upon a time.</div>
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The gentle pulse would wash me clean,</div>
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My worries down the drain.</div>
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Alas, I have no time for you,</div>
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Just time for mommy brain.</div>
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My children, see, have come between us.</div>
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They need every second I gather</div>
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My hands are full (my heart is, too),</div>
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But I'm starting to need a lather.</div>
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I'm feeling like a Shel Silverstein poem,</div>
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with layers of dirt on my skin,</div>
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and hair that houses bats and mice,</div>
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and clothes thrice lived in.</div>
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I know your layers of soap scum</div>
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are feeling quite the same,</div>
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please don't leave me, shower -</div>
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I know I'm being lame.</div>
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For now, I'll have to be content</div>
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with dreams of that glistening stall</div>
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I'll close my eyes (don't fall asleep!)</div>
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and hear the water fall.</div>
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I miss you, shower.<br />
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xoxo,<br />
The Hot (&Dirty) Mama<br />
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<br />Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-53625571772990450182015-10-04T17:52:00.001-04:002015-10-04T18:56:21.334-04:00Chronicle 58: The #RealLifeChallengeThis week The Hot Mama Chronicles is going to be hosting a challenge. We always see other people's "perfect" lives on Facebook - happy moments portrayed through perfectly timed pics and cheerful statuses. We all know that ain't right. No one's life is that perfect on the inside, and our tendency to compare ourselves to others just blows UP when we scroll through that ol' lyin' Newsfeed.<br />
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It's time to show what our REAL lives are like, so here's the challenge: Share pictures of what REALLY happens during your day. Huge piles of laundry, crying/fighting/slobbering children, bad hair days, dinner from McDonald's, anything you can think of. This picture just happens to be a real moment that I captured while trying to take an "Aww look at my adorable daughter, isn't she perfect?!" moment. No such thing as perfection, people! Share the GRIT!<br />
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My hairstylist recently threw an online Younique party. This company hasn't been around long, but they are known for their fiber mascara, which gives you fake eyelash lengths. I've been wanting to try the mascara forever, but was satisfied with Too Faced's Better than Sex mascara, and having spent a lot on it, didn't want to switch mid tube. I know some of you can feel the pain. It's like when I start a book and I like it, but there's another book I reaaalllly want to read. Usually I force myself to finish the first book before I move on. Maybe I'm a masochist?</div>
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ANYWAY. I ordered the lashes and long story short... LOVE 'EM. Love everything about them. Granted I've only had them for about a week, but I had one application that stayed on for THREE days. I even took a shower. Yes, I did. When I was ready to take the mascara off, it was super easy. I was pleasantly surprised, because I had expected it to rip my eyelashes out like Benefit's They're Real mascara. Not so. I just soaked a cotton pad in eye makeup remover (I swear by Mary Kay's) and soaked my lashes for a few seconds before gently wiping away the fibers. </div>
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I have long eyelashes to begin with but they are super pale, so I always try to have something on. I was really impressed by the immediate difference in length. It does not feel heavy either. As in, I don't feel like Lucille Ball in Yours, Mine, and Ours (<a href="http://www.tcm.com/mediaroom/video/204971/Yours-Mine-and-Ours-Movie-Clip-Irish-Coffee.html" target="_blank">Yours, Mine, and Ours: Irish Coffee</a> Forward to 2:16 for a good laugh). Here's one eye without Younique and one with two coats. </div>
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Let me tell you a liiiittle secret: I. am. a. PERFECTIONIST. This is certainly no surprise if you know me well. Call it what you will (control freak, OCD, weirdo, um...annoying, what have you), but it's 100% true. I prefer to think of it as... high standards.<br />
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This morning I was getting dressed and my baby girl was taking a nap so I thought "Hey, I was able to wash my hair this week. It's in the perfect condition for some wave action. Let me just find that ol' curling iron and move all this crap aside to find the pluuug... got it. La di da, dee ba daaa. This is fun!"<br />
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While this internal dialogue was happening I interrupted myself and thought, "I can't see the back of my head, so I'll just curl a bunch of hair and see what happens. Maybe it will work out this time and I won't have a huge hunk of uncurled hair hanging around like it just don't care." So I did.<br />
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Let me tell you. IT WAS PEREFCT. Almost. See, there was this ONE piece just dangling there, hidden between some luscious curls. It was all straight and shiny. Not a big piece, mind you, but noticeable nonetheless. I grabbed the curling iron to heat it into submission WHEN... All these thoughts about perfection stopped me in my tracks.<br />
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Now, I am looking good today. I am feelin' myself. I have a nice lightweight fall sweater on, some skinny jeans, suede lace up booties. I tell you, It's one of those days. Perfect hair would be the icing on the cake right? Wrong. Perfect makeup and perfect hair, but I digress.<br />
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I LEFT IT. I did. I just up and left that straight piece of hair floating amongst the sea of waves (I'm getting poetic now. Wistful.). I just shook my head, ran my fingers through it, and topped it off with a spritz of hair spray. It was oddly satisfying and empowering.<br />
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What I'm trying to get at is this: I AM CRAZY! Wait, no. I mean I aaaam, but my point is... that I drive myself crazy clinging on to the <u>madness</u> of perfection. Now, I am not about to hit WalMart in some curlers, PJs, and slippers. Nor will my children be seen in public with spaghetti face or peanut butter hair (these are real afflictions, people).<br />
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However, the stress of keeping a house put together, my family looking like a Gap ad, putting food on the table, maintaining a loving and exciting marriage, plus there's the cat to keep alive, and my blogging and painting and writing... AGH!!!! WHAT MORTAL being can do all that PERFECTLY?!<br />
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It's not worth it. I miss all the good stuff. Instead of following around the children re-cleaning up after them (they DO pick stuff up, just not to my liking. *cough*) I should be playing WITH them. Or at least letting them play uninhibited. While my entire personality will never change (and thank the Lord), my hope is that I can approach each day with the knowledge that I don't have to live it perfectly. I will breathe a sigh of relief and tackle it without the stress of trying to make every situation go my way.<br />
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As for today, I'm STILL feelin' myself. Even <i>with</i> my imperfections. When I wake my daughter from her nap and tickle her with my hair, she can grab it and run her chubby little fingers through it without any interference from me. How I would miss those giggles.<br />
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Ahhh, number two. Could be that you planned it. Could be that the little devil snuck up on you until one day... PLOP! Just couldn't hold it in any more. Little, big... doesn't matter. This puppy will change your life forever.<br />
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Oh, shit! You thought I was talking about *whispers* <i>number TWO? </i>I meant the second CHILD! Geez, get your mind out of the gutter, people!<br />
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I never formally announced that we had another baby, but considering my readers are mostly friends and family, I thought, you know, that you already knew...<br />
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But for those people who just happened across my corner of cyber space (probably Googling baby fashion or sore nipples), I HAD A ANOTHER BABY!! YEAH! The snark is strong with me today, son.<br />
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How number two has thrown us for a poop. I mean, a loop.</div>
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1. Our oldest child has become a <strike>servant</strike>, <strike>parent in training</strike>, very special helper! This is a conversation my, um, friend had with her son recently while she was trying to nurse a wiggling 10 month old with <strike>FANGS</strike> adorable brand new teeth (who had just decided to blow out of the ruffly $50 outfit from Grandma):<br />
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"Hey honey, can you run upstairs and get Mommy a diaper? Yeah, upstairs. IN THE DRAWER! IN THE BIG WHITE DRAWER! No, in your sister's room. YOUR SISTER'S!" When he brought down his favorite pair of underpants instead, I...um SHE just smiled while crying inside.<br />
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2. Where in the <i>sweet potato</i> is... ?!?!?! Everything is suddenly missing. Stuff that you wouldn't dream was possible to lose. The baby's entire collection of 20 bottles, your son's favorite toy screw driver, the fake spiral topiary that used to be on the mantle, step stools, potty chairs, and entire couch cushions. Where in the KALE CHIPS do these things GO!??!?!? Either that, or they turn up covered in sticky unremovable substances. Martha Stewart, are you for sale?<br />
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3. LAUNDRY. We are at the point where we all wear one outfit a day. SO WHY IS IT that we are doing two loads of laundry EVERY NIGHT? GRRRRFLALAKJDBkhgsvcjaghfd <span style="font-size: large;">I can't even.</span><br />
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4. My ride. I drove a crossover with one child and now, due to a lack of room situation, we upgraded to a full on SUV. I love it, but the closer I get to owning a mini-van, the closer I feel to losing my sanity. This birth control better not fail, because I will not be purchasing a big ol' van <strike>any time soon</strike> EVER!!!<br />
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5. Sorry, not sorry, but I am never 100% squeaky clean. Because KIDS.<br />
"Just took a shower, Ma? Here, let me barf on your leg."<br />
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"Oh, Dad, so glad to hear you got this shirt back from the dry cleaner's. Let me wipe a snail trail of snot on the shoulder."<br />
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"Just spent 45 minutes on your hair and makeup, Mommy? I've got some super sticky yogurt that will add a nice pop of color. Let me make sure it gets on every single layer so you have to wash it again."<br />
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And that, my friends, is just a sample of how number two has flushed my former life away. Yeah, yeah enough with the lame jokes. But seriously, I've gotta go.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>The bags will lay unpacked in the parent's room for days. Laundry will pile up and baby girl will have to wear big brother's old onesies. OLD. She will scream and cry at the indignity. Mom and Dad will finally get a breather after coaxing the children into bed by threatening them with "Santa won't come if...!". The parents will then promptly fall asleep to Netflix. At 8:00 p.m.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: inherit;">What I want to constantly scream is "We're battling sheer exhaustion! Nothing will fix that, not even sleep!" To you a day or so of travel may seem like nothing. To us it's like Mount Everest.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #666666;">Happy Holidays,</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">The Hot Mama</span>Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-46079354309321806462013-07-09T17:32:00.002-04:002016-01-21T15:47:05.679-05:00Chronicle 53: Rambling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What to write, what to write... I have this itch to write, to get my thoughts down. I haven't felt it in a long time, so I feel as if I should embrace it. Embracing all that I think and feel and know, and then pushing my way outside of the box to get to the good stuff.<br />
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There was this pact I made with myself in high school. I wanted to avoid the housewife life. All the minivans, picket fences, Barney stickers on the windows of said vehicle, keeping up with the Joneses; none of it appealed to me.<br />
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So why do I find myself reaching toward the safety of the suburbs? Familiarity, I suppose. Don't we, as humans, tend to go back to what we know when under duress?<br />
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WARNING: Metaphors, analogies, and humiliations galoooore ahead... (Princess Bride, anyone? Anyone?!)<br />
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I feel that with everything else ballooning, going back to my roots is the only thing tying me to the ground. Why do I fight so hard against it? Could I be content with an alternate version, or version(S) all mixed together?<br />
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Life is a million different things coming together at once, pure chaos organized by our minds into a straight line. It's easier to swallow, easier to make sense of. But when the corner is peeled back, and I get a peek of what I brushed under the rug, I am quick to run for the broom.<br />
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Analogies aside, this is my resolve: <i>embrace </i>it. The dust bunnies, the corners of my mind that become cobwebby because I've been exposed to too much Elmo and consequently begin to speak to adults like I speak to my students... ALL of it. I will change, the situation will change. In the end... well, in the end there are no guarantees. It's just our duty to be satisfied by our choices in the end.<br />
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Oh dear... pop existentialism. Let me wrap this up by saying thank you. For what? I'll let you decide!<br />
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The Hot Mama (Wife, Lady & Lova) (Oh, and crossover vehicle driver)<br />
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I have a zit. It has taken up residence right between my eyes, popping up sometime between unpacking the 867th box of dishware and the intensive process known as shopping for living room furniture. Too busy to "woe is me", I handled it vigorously with my Clarisonic and a healthy swab of Witchhazel.<br />
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Then I wake this morning to find that my zit invited an overnight friend, and this zit is not so...friendly. First of all, no introduction or warning was given. Second, it planted itself right on the tip of my nose. It's like a welcoming committee. Which, admittedly, fits in with my current life theme.</div>
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Welcome back, mamas & friends (and hopefully readers I don't know yet). Yes, I took a brief hiatus. Ok, make that a LONG hiatus. It was a year; a year full of highs and lows and new experiences. I met some incredible people, and lost one too. I finished my first year of teaching (I. AM. ALIIIVE!) after staying home with baby G. </div>
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But, the biggest and most life changing thing JUST happened. Like a week ago happened. WE (packedupallofourbelongingsand) MOVED!! It was a life changing move. Like a leave a place you've lived for 28 years, family, friends, job, etc. move. It's turning out to be a brand new adventure, can't wait to explore and meet new people move. </div>
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It was quick, but certainly not painless. In fact, I'm sure that if we ever move again I will need a healthy dose of... several things. If you've ever moved, even to the house or apartment next door, you KNOW it's a pain. The logistics and labor alone cause stress: stress on family, friends, kiddos, and marriage. in effect, it's one of those tests that life throws your way to keep you in check. That's how I came to look at it: a way to test my strength.</div>
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The best part about a cross state move? It will continue to test me. Finding my way to the grocery store, meeting other young families, keeping up with a bigger home, interviewing for a job in the local district... the list goes on and on. And while I was faced with these tasks at my old home, I was comfortable. I knew my way around. I had my friends. Here? I have to get my Sacajawea on. Wait... am I leading two men? I guess I am! :)</div>
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We have most everything unpacked. The next step is organizing EVERYTHING. Luckily we moved into a bigger home, so we didn't have to worry about making things fit. We just have to worry about making them pretty! (That's my newly adopted phrase for organizing. So much better, right?!) </div>
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Meanwhile, we're trying hard to stick to our routine and settle in to the new home. As you can see, Baby G is well on his way! </div>
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Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-91365340572949206692012-06-06T18:29:00.004-04:002016-01-21T21:40:11.578-05:00Chronicle 42.5: Decisions, Decisions UPDATE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finally had my haircut today! There is nothing better than an hour of pampering after which you leave totally relaxed and happy with a new look. After much deliberation and input, I decided to go with a longer version of the Brittney. My good friend pointed out that I may freak over such a short 'do, and for that: I LOVE YA! I kept the asymmetry of the cut, as well as the long side swept bang. I think there is need for new styling products and tools...<br />
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A big thanks to everyone who voted!!<br />
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Xoxo,<br />
The Hot MamaHot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-79157692023655618682012-06-05T23:29:00.001-04:002016-01-20T15:48:35.315-05:00Chronicle 42: BB Cream Review!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I think it's been quite some time since my <a href="http://hotmamachronicles.blogspot.com/2012/04/chronicle-24-sephora-haul.html">Sephora haul</a> and <i>girls</i>, do I have some REVIEWS to write. The one thing I was the most excited about was the BB Cream by Clinique. It promised me the world: sunblock, primer, moisturizer AND moderate coverage all in one.<br />
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I was convinced it would become a staple in my makeup bag.</div>
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Here's the problem: I have fairly sensitive skin and all of those products combined just wreaked havoc with it. It looks absolutely beautiful and flawless whether it's applied with fingers, brush or sponge. It even passed the natural light test with flying colors (aka it looked fresh and natural in broad daylight). However, it made me break out after 8 hours of wear. And I don't break out. Like... ever. </div>
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My chin became a minefield. After only 8 hours! This is why I sadly decided to return to Sephora. Some day. See the thing is, I love it so much that I'm willing to wear it for short periods of time and then wash it off immediately. Crazy? Absolutely. The things we do for love, ladies, I swear.</div>
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I have been experimenting with my morning skin care routine in order to make this relationship work. I feel as if under certain circumstances, BB and I could be friends. We may never reach our full potential, but it's not fair to just cut BB out of my life forever...</div>
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Here's what I've tried: washing my face with cleanser & Clarisonic Mia, toning with Clarins Toning Lotion, using my Caudelie Vinoperfect Day Perfecting Fluid THEN BB cream. I thought the layer of Vinoperfect would protect my skin from the BB. Not so much. That is just adding one. more. thing.</div>
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So I tried it without and still, no dice. I had been using moisturizer, too even though the BB has it. I started skipping that step, too and the results were the same. Pimply chin!!</div>
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I finally decided to put the BB everywhere but my chin and used a cover up for any redness. Voila! The perfect solution. AND I get to keep my BB. </div>
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Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-87246098278170148842012-05-31T21:43:00.003-04:002016-01-21T15:16:02.329-05:00Chronicle 41: Decisions, Decisions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My hair is still falling out. I am doing <u>all</u> the right things: washing my hair every couple of days, using my special shampoo for women with thinning hair, pumping up the volume with thickening hairspray and mousse and getting light headed by blow drying my hair upside down. I'm even taking prenatal vitamins, <i>still</i>. Yet, my hair... it's not the same. It's growing back - there are uncontrollable, stubborn wisps adorning my forehead. The new hair is growing in straight and the bottom? Still curly and wavy and THIN.<br />
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I want my hair back. Weight loss and/or gain, humongous boobs, changes in skin, etc. can pretty much be controlled. But hair? Well, that's up to the hormones. I am afraid, no, make that petrified, that it will never come back. My son's pediatrician told me that it may keep falling out as long as I continue to breastfeed. So for now? Trying not to cry over spilt milk.<br />
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There is so much going on in my life that I have absolutely no control over, and it's proving hard to deal with. My husband is gone five days a week, and by the end of it will have been away from us for 6 months. Several people close to me are ill. Sick in a way that may or not be cured. In a way where the only thing to say is, "We're praying. As hard as we can." Life seems cruel and bleak, and very unforgiving at the moment.<br />
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That just means that it is the time to put my energy into things that make me happy; things I can work on and better and be thankful for when I start feeling sorry for myself. Which brings me to the title of my post. "Decisions?" you ask (twice). "Can I help?!" OF COURSE!<br />
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When I first started having post partum hair loss, I had my stylist cut several inches off. That adorable cut has grown to my shoulders and is no longer... adorable. Because my hair is thin and is providing me with a few different textures, I am not going to grow it out just yet. Here are some of the haircuts I've been checking out:<br />
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I like the length of this cut, as well as the layers and the side part. Going too short would be disastrous on my round/square shaped face, so keeping it chin length or a tad longer is best! </div>
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The length of this cut is very similar to Scarlett's. The difference lies in the hint of a side swept bang...which would be a leap for me, because I've avoided bangs for awhile. Will bangs only emphasize my hair loss? I'm not sure. This cut also seems to have fewer layers, and is much softer than the first option.</div>
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Love the long side swept bang, the short cut that's just shy of a bob if it weren't all choppy and sassy! This option compliments her fine hair and adds some volume by shorter layers at the top and middle, and leaving the bottom part one length, with blunt edges. This is a strong contender!</div>
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4. Brittany</div>
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I love this because it's fun and <i>sexy</i>. One piece in the front is a bit longer, which adds visual interest without being too quirky or odd. The side swept bangs and short, face framing layers do not add bulk to her face shape (a common problem with short cuts on round/square face shapes) . What do you think?</div>
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Last but not least... here's ME! That way you can kind of visualize what each may look like before helping me decide! My appointment is set for next week, so cast your votes as soon as possible!</div>
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Well, here we are, more than halfway through the Say What?! Series and I am a little sad. Not like "Leave Britney ALONE!" sad... more along the lines of "There are two more Oreos left in the package and I'm about to finish them off" sad. Wistful-like. Because there is only one more post left in the series, I've been brainstorming and narrowing down topics. I want to hit the most important issues, what I think might be most helpful to YOU.<br />
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Something that comes up time and again in any relationship with a significant other is <u>communication</u> (mostly lack thereof, if we're honest with ourselves). Never is this skill more important than when you're trying to nurture a little ankle biter of your own. </div>
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Is is notoriously difficult for men and women to truly hear and understand what the other is saying. Women are talkers and sharers by nature and men are visual creatures who just want us to get to the point so they can offer a brilliant solution. </div>
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I can't even begin to count the number of times I sat down and talked to my husband about my horrible day and spilled my guts only to encounter a glazed look or the "I'm pretending not to read what's on my computer, but I'm really rocking the <i>hell</i> out of my peripherals" stare. One of those moments where I truly considered extreme couch bouncing a la Tom Cruise craziness... </div>
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There are books. And articles. And Doctors and therapists and couples counseling and churches, and and and. What it really comes down to is your willingness to LISTEN. By stepping back, turning off defensiveness and keeping an open ear. This is a constantly evolving skill... trust.</div>
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1. Talking scares a lot of men. They're afraid you want them to get emotional and share their feelings... and stuff. Plus, they are petrified you will yell or cry. This triggers a shut down in most men. (Trying desperately not to generalize, here!)</div>
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Instead: "Hey, hotness (bunny, lovebug, big strong man, etc.), I wanted to get your opinion on something. Can we set aside 10-15 minutes later? I'll bring the wine! </div>
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-A limited amount of time is concrete. It means that there is a way out. It means that you go into teamwork mode and find a solution without a prolonged, emotional conversation. </div>
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-Also, talking about ONE issue at a time may be frustrating, but it is a scientific fact that men cannot multitask. It's <i>brain</i> science. </div>
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-Don't cause confusion by bringing up five different things at once, as tempting as it may be. If it helps, write down everything beforehand, just to simply get it out so it doesn't make an appearance during your "non-chat."</div>
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-Don't get drunk, or even tipsy. The wine is to help you loosen up, not lash out! </div>
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-Don't try to tackle a heavy, complex issue on your first try. Gradually increase the time limit as you and your spouse become more comfortable discussing more emotional issues.</div>
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-Starter topics: Projects around the house, weekend plans, a trip, your next big purchase, planning a date.</div>
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3. Be ready to swallow some pride. You may have an idea of how you want the conversation to go, but the goal is to really <i>listen</i> to your spouse. Remember that you cannot control their thoughts, words, or actions. Give them time to think and talk, without interruptions. Check out their body language.</div>
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-Interrupting or giving an emotional monologue says "I don't care what you think. What I have to say is much more important" (whether that is true or not). Your <i>love</i> should shine through, not your impatience. </div>
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-Support is key. Creating a safe environment will encourage your spouse to talk and share. </div>
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-You may hear something that you don't like or conflicts with your wants. Take a minute to mull it over before you respond. A lot of times our initial reactions may be overreactions, which hinder any progress you've made!</div>
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-When either one, or both, of you gets too worked up, the conversation is over and stops being productive. Being upset does not lend to rational thinking.</div>
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-Take a day (or several) to cool down. Jot down thoughts as they come to you and bring them to your next conversation if it will help keep you focused. </div>
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Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-6820257755857789252012-05-29T12:01:00.002-04:002016-01-21T21:53:29.275-05:00Chronicle 39: Holiday Happiness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello, my beautiful friends! I hope you had a <i>wonderful</i> holiday weekend filled to the brim with family, food, fun, and hopefully a bit of shade.<br />
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The Indianapolis 500 was on Sunday and all of Indy was ablaze...literally! It was a <u>record setting</u> hot, and trust when I say I've been to some extremely warm races. I've been going to the race with my family since I was a child and this year was the second year in a row that I haven't gone. Last year I had little G in mah belly, but this year it was just too dang HOT! Maybe I'm getting older AND wiser! (Dare to dream...)<br />
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We spent the entire day by the pool with delicious pulled pork sammies dripping with barbecue, chilly strawberry daquiris and coconutty pina coladas, and friends we consider second family. Little man was <u>obsessed</u> with the pool; he was giggling and splashing the entire time. I could not stop swooning over his chubby little pigs kicking in the water and the windmill motions he made with his arms as we held him close. I am so <i>relieved </i>that he loves the water.<br />
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I believe I have discovered my new favorite thing: a bag of deliciousness filled to the brim with an icy alcohol concoction. Not only is it super easy and handy, it is verrrrry classy. Yeah.</div>
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We did brave the extreme heat on Saturday in order to attend the Indy 500 Parade. My mama volunteered to watch sugarpants while the hubs and I sat front row to see my beautiful cousin adorn a float as an Indy 500 Princess! Even though I've been going to the race for close to 20 years, I've never been to the parade and it was the perfect time to experience it. </div>
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While it was a wonderful holiday, I had to take a moment to reflect on all those that have served or are serving our country. We appreciate everything you do to protect our country and our families. Thank you!</div>
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I fell in love with this band when I saw them open for Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes a few years ago. At first they reminded me of a much more chill version of the Eagles (which may or may not excite you), but now I think they have a sound of their own. Just a bunch of dudes bangin' out mellow music. Groovy.</div>
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The Hot MamaHot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-26789905992535672682012-05-21T10:13:00.000-04:002016-01-21T22:03:10.231-05:00Chronicle 36: Snapshots<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This weekend was JAM PACKED. We had something special going on every single second, and while I had an absolute blast... I could drop from exhaustion. </div>
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My baby boy is on <i>the same page.</i> He was baptized yesterday, and was so super cranky that he cried throughout the <u>entire </u>ceremony. Which means we barely registered what was being said, and instead of crying tears of joy, they were more like tears of frustration. I'm sure we'll look back and laugh at the situation, but at this point? I would much rather nap!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Best friends celebrating a birthday</td></tr>
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How was your weekend, friends? What fun & exciting things did you do?</div>
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Sneak peek for this week on The Hot Mama: Mellow music for a Tuesday morning, Traveling with Baby for Say What?! Wednesday, beauty, fashion & more! </div>
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My son doesn't need me.<br />
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Ok, I'm being melodramatic. What I mean to say is, it FEELS as though my son needs me less and less. Which is one of those things that puts a little crack in my heart. Of course I am thrilled when he demonstrates another milestone proudly, puffing out his baby chest and slapping on a toothy grin. How can I do <i>anything</i> but melt into a mommy puddle at his chubby little feet?<br />
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After I reassemble myself this devilish part of my brain starts talking. "He can feed himself now. You don't have to do THAT anymore." Or this, "Those bruised knees means he is crawling. Away. From YOU!" Oh, man. Harsh. The best and worst, simultaneously? Putting himself to sleep. I rock him less, but he cries less. I don't nurse him to sleep, but... I don't nurse him to sleep. Wahhhh.<br />
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See what I mean? It's the best thing for him, obviously. It is good for me, too. Learning to let go and help shape his independence is a blessing.<br />
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And a curse.<br />
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Xoxo,<br />
The Hot MamaHot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-69387799726962330142012-05-16T20:05:00.000-04:002016-01-30T16:50:45.591-05:00Chronicle 34: Say What?! Wednesday: Breastfeeding<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For my first edition of Say What?! Wednesday, I want to put forth my version of a DISCLAIMER. This is not a warning label, or Interwebz caution tape. It is merely a "before you read/keep in mind while you read" type...thing. So. Disclaimer: I do not endorse/prefer/judge those who do or do not use said method. I am writing solely from my own personal experience. So please, no snide comments or debates necessary, mamas. Thank you for reading the disclaimer. Please, read on!<br />
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When I found out I was pregnant (or, as I fondly referred to it, "knocked up"), I did a lot of research. I spent countless hours hunched over my ancient Apple laptop and poring through a worn copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting, charting every second of my pregnancy and what to do once the baby was actually born.<br />
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It wasn't until I was weeks away from delivering that I received a shock. Nursing, as it turns out, is NOT an easy thing to do. In fact, once I stumbled onto this tidbit, it became a train wreck topic (you know, can't look away...). First time moms were terrified, experienced ones assured us that it was hard, but it could be done. With lots of help. The La Leche League website became one of my most visited sites, until I finally added it to my bookmark bar.<br />
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Why was I so utterly shocked? Udderly? Ha. Because! I literally thought that you just popped the baby on. And they drank. And then they were full and you patted their little backs until they let out an adorable "urp!" Maybe you got to breathe in their little milky breaths while you were at it. And my nipples? What about 'um? I did not give them a second thought. Even though I became terrified that I would fail at such a "natural process of mothering", I was so glad that I was prepared. Glad that I took the time to really find out what it was all about. That is why I want to help prepare YOU, so that when faced with this decision, no matter what it is, I can somehow make it easier for you.<br />
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There is a lot of information in this post, so bookmark and "read as you need" or take it in a few times so you are not overwhelmed.<br />
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After Delivery:<br />
1. The hospital where I delivered G made it a priority for mothers to nurse their newborns as soon as possible after birth. Not only does this start the bonding process, but it gives you a snapshot of what nursing will be about for the first few months.<br />
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2. My son had a hard time latching, so my room nurse had the lactation consultant visit our room. She helped by correctly positioning my son in my arms & also provided a nipple shield. This helps the baby latch on and stay on. It also protects the nipple a bit more.<br />
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3. It hurts. I'm not going to sugarcoat it, because if you're prepared for a bit of pain, then it is easier to deal with. You may experience chapped, raw, bleeding or cracked nipples. It's not pretty, but it is for a relatively short period of time. Then they toughen up and you can't feel a thing. It's a bit odd.<br />
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4. I made sure to make another appt with the lactation consultant before we left hospital. There is so much to deal with at the hospital, and all the information comes fast and furious. It is ALWAYS a good idea to get the information again. Make sure to leave with a pamphlet that details local nursing groups and hotline numbers for urgent questions.<br />
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At home:<br />
1. I drank ALOT of water from the huge bottle given to me at hospital. I relaxed on the couch and my man refilled it (what a sweetie!). This jug holds up to 30 ounces, which I downed every few hours. It helps with milk production, and keeps you from becoming dehydrated.<br />
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2. I became constantly hungry, which was not a problem as nursing can burn an 500 extra calories a day. I just tried to snack on healthier options like crackers & cheese, fruit, veggies & dip, etc. Some days I had chips and candy. Balance is key.<br />
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3. There are several different ways to hold your baby as you nurse. I liked and stuck with the traditional cradle hold, which is probably what you think of first. It was easiest for me to prop little man on the Boppy pillow (a U-Shaped pillow that fits around your waist and supports your arm while nursing). Different holds include the cradle, crossover, reclining, and football, to name a few. This <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_positions-and-tips-for-making-breastfeeding-work_8784.bc">article</a> outlines them all, and provides helpful tips.<br />
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4. When your milk comes in, you may become engorged which is extremely uncomfortable. Your breast tissue will swell and become inflamed and your supply will not be regulated. The baby can't drink enough at one time to relieve you, so you may need to pump. Word of caution: only pump until your breasts are soft again. Any more and you will encourage the production of even more milk! Don't let the milk go to waste, bag and freeze it for when you introduce the bottle.<br />
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5. Burping, spit up, and gassiness...oh, my! For the first three months feeding, sleeping, and pooping are going to be top priority in your life. Anything that disturbs those will be the bane of your existence. Enter burping that elicits spit up, and a hold that allows air to get into your baby's tummy which brings on gassiness. There are a few things you can do to help your baby get through these disruptions, but they are inevitable. There are Mylicon drops, which basically binds gas bubbles, making them easier to exit the body (either way). These can be found at drugstores and are harmless enough that you can give them multiple times a day. I always gave a bit before and a bit after feeding. This seemed to help the most.<br />
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5. NIPPLES. Again, with the nipples! Lanolin is your new best friend. Use it after you nurse. Yep, every time. If you can find them, get petal gel pads. They are cool and soothe aches and pains. Also, putting a few drops of breast milk on them and letting them air dry after nursing works wonders. Get used to always having your boobs out. Once you're on a schedule, it gets better. I promise!<br />
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6. You will leak. Invest in some washable nursing pads to wear in your bra when you go out in public. There is nothing more embarrassing than leaking through your shirt. I would also recommend having a change of clothes with you at all times. Between leaking and baby spit up/poop/etc, you never know when you might need an extra shirt!<br />
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Schedule/After 3-4 months:<br />
1. When you're out and about, be sure to wear an accessible shirt or dress. There's nothing worse than realizing you have to get completely undressed to nurse. I purchased a few nursing bras, but after awhile I realized wireless bras can just be pulled up, AND they cost LESS!<br />
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2. Breast feeding in public is tricky. I do not like to do it, although I did get a nursing shawl. I tried it once and it was just too much for me. People were staring, I was trying not to show the goods, and my son just wriggled around and pulled everything out of place. I usually try to find a restroom with a chair or countertop to sit on. Some places actually have nursing rooms, which is a huge bonus!<br />
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3. Take a lunch box with ice pack for a bottle of pre-mixed formula or breast milk during longer car rides or outings. If there is not a place to nurse or you are unable, it helps to have a pre-made bottle.<br />
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4. I DO supplement with formula for the above reason. Also, if someone is watching my son and they run out of frozen breast milk, it is nice if your child can accept formula from a bottle as well. That has worked well for our family.<br />
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When older:<br />
1. Teething prompts the return of sore/bleeding nipples. Reacquaint yourself with Lanolin cream, gel pads, bottles, and soft bras. Nurse from the "healthier" nipple until the other has healed a bit.<br />
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2. When your little one starts solids you will be nursing less. Your supply may decrease or even dwindle, or your kiddo may not be interested in nursing anymore. This decrease in supply may herald the return of your period, so be prepared! I wasn't and my husband had to make a midnight run while on vacation.<br />
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3. If you missed those lovely little adult beverages, now is the time to fit them back in your life. Make sure you pump or have formula available. One drink is metabolized in one hour, which means it is not stored in your breast milk. Better safe than sorry, mamas. Go with your gut on this one. And be prepared to be tipsy after less than one drink!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.breastfeedingbasics.com/articles/teething-and-biting</span></td></tr>
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After much research and consideration, I decided that nursing was best for me and my family, but that does not mean it was at all easy. It was a huge sacrifice, one that I decided to make because of the positive effects for my baby and myself. Would I do it again? Absolutely!<br />
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Xoxo,<br />
The Hot Mama<br />
<br />Hot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-59235272132050462332012-05-15T07:33:00.000-04:002012-05-15T07:33:53.471-04:00Chronicle 33: Have You Heard this Bird?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/8t-I-Lqy06g?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>I go through spurts where I hear a new band or singer that I like and just scoop up a batch of c.d.s on Amazon. I put her in my cart on a whim, because I was not impressed by her SNL performance. Glad I took a chance - Miss Lana Del Ray is unlike anything I've heard in awhile!<br />
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What do you think of her unique style?<br />
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The Hot MamaHot Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17127762343372548937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7113954743642907280.post-18889333244379407572012-05-13T17:47:00.003-04:002016-01-30T17:08:23.507-05:00Happy Hot Mama's Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I get to see this handsome smiling face every day! Being a mother is one of the best jobs in the world. I've never been more challenged, aggravated, frustrated and IN LOVE! Unconditional love taking shape in the way of craziness. My life has changed for the better.<br />
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Hope you've had a wonderful Mother's Day, mamas! How did you spend it?</div>
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Xoxo,<br />
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