<?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-12361729</id><updated>2011-11-18T06:47:26.779-08:00</updated><category term='religious faith'/><category term='cloth diapers'/><category term='motherhood'/><category term='coldplay'/><category term='sahm'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='organic food'/><category term='Dr. Laura'/><category term='cooking puzzles'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='money management'/><category term='eBay'/><category term='Shipla Shetty'/><category term='mommy wars'/><category term='kids games and toys'/><category term='Richard Gere'/><category term='travel'/><category term='cell phones'/><category term='taxes'/><category term='memes'/><category term='parenting choices'/><category term='family'/><category term='pets'/><category term='toddlers'/><category term='reuniting'/><category term='living'/><category term='weddings'/><category term='educational at home'/><category term='kids'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='rednecks'/><category term='reading'/><category term='natural products'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='salamander'/><category term='kids and the arts'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='silly lawsuit'/><category term='school'/><category term='housecleaning'/><category term='depression'/><category term='Charlie Brown Christmas Special'/><category term='Children&apos;s Movies'/><category term='christmas gift idea'/><category term='moms radio network'/><category term='kid recipe'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='magazines'/><category term='breastfeeding in public'/><category term='fun educational activities'/><category term='Supernanny'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='shopping cart'/><category term='life with kids'/><category term='mom podcasts'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Random Act of Kindness Week'/><category term='contests'/><category term='kids and money'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='burnout'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='southern people'/><category term='birth'/><category term='garage rock'/><category term='online shopping'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='Scuba Diving'/><category term='online quizzes'/><category term='gifts'/><category term='haircuts'/><category term='allowance'/><category term='senseo'/><category term='Grand Cayman Islands'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='free stuff'/><category term='kids and chores'/><category term='Mom will know'/><category term='chris martin'/><category term='India'/><category term='friends'/><category term='back to school'/><category term='children'/><category term='stress'/><category term='housework'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Hawaii'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='personality tests'/><category term='preschoolers'/><category term='Disney Vault'/><category term='crunchy moms'/><category term='spring cleaning'/><category term='wahm'/><category term='Thanksgiving and Giving Thanks'/><category term='television'/><category term='gps'/><category term='teenagers'/><category term='stupid celebs'/><category term='frugality'/><category term='RAK'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='moms at home'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='healthy eating'/><category term='kids sports'/><category term='house'/><category term='babywearing'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='grocery shopping'/><category term='scandal'/><category term='parents behaving badly'/><category term='health'/><category term='RAoK'/><category term='Football'/><category term='celebrity parents'/><category term='kids and music'/><category term='money'/><category term='Video iPod'/><title type='text'>Because Mom Said So</title><subtitle type='html'>Need we say more? If Mama said it, that's the way it goes!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>925</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5037370490878803392</id><published>2008-11-14T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:11:40.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Stay Away From My Butt and Thighs</title><summary type='text'>While extra money may be scarce around the holidays, extra pounds seem quite easy to come by.  With all the parties and events and delicious food constantly surrounding us through this last part of the year, keeping unnecessary pounds off can be a serious challenge.Thankfully, there are some very simple, yet effective tips you can use to combat that extra flab and keep those pounds from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5037370490878803392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5037370490878803392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5037370490878803392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5037370490878803392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/11/stay-away-from-my-butt-and-thighs.html' title='Stay Away From My Butt and Thighs'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3214/2966138945_02851cf882_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1843533581176352559</id><published>2008-11-14T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:48:38.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothering By Email</title><summary type='text'>I came across this site of emails from moms to daughters and it made me think about how email has opened up a whole new avenue for mothering older children and those who have 'flew the coop'.There are some ROFL emails and some made me grab the kleenex.This is the one that struck me, what a great mom! And doesn't she just sum it up?Your Stuck With MeMy email to my daughter has been limited since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1843533581176352559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1843533581176352559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1843533581176352559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1843533581176352559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/11/mothering-by-email.html' title='Mothering By Email'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-8447462624118637560</id><published>2008-10-27T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:29:48.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Free Ways to Further Your Education</title><summary type='text'>This is a guest article that I thought might interest some of you. You might also enjoy the videos at Ted.com. I find them fascinating and can watch and learn for hours!5 Free Ways to Further Your EducationBetween the economic downturn and the ever-rising cost of tuition, most people have less extra cash to spend these days on education and personal development. But whether you are interested in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8447462624118637560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8447462624118637560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8447462624118637560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8447462624118637560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-free-ways-to-further-your-education.html' title='5 Free Ways to Further Your Education'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6661141374107286920</id><published>2008-10-09T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:45:02.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online quizzes'/><title type='text'>Which Classic Screen Dame Are You?</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, they're a little silly. But these online quizzes are fun and take just a minute. See which screen dame you are.Let us know in the comments.Your result for The Classic Dames Test...Myrna Loy       You are class itself, the calm, confident "perfect woman." Men turn and look at you admiringly as you walk down the street, and even your rivals have a grudging respect for you. You always know the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6661141374107286920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6661141374107286920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6661141374107286920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6661141374107286920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-classic-screen-dame-are-you.html' title='Which Classic Screen Dame Are You?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3193967892475357044</id><published>2008-09-22T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:50:35.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dreaded Electric Bill</title><summary type='text'>Do you dread looking at your electric bill every month?  I certainly do.  Seems every time I get another one it's higher than the previous month's bill. Do you wish there was something you could do about it?  Believe it or not there is a fairly easy solution to reducing that bill.  Taking some time to check your home making sure it's as energy and cost efficient as it can be can aid in reducing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3193967892475357044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3193967892475357044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3193967892475357044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3193967892475357044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreaded-electric-bill.html' title='The Dreaded Electric Bill'/><author><name>Nanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHB6dEo62wo/SKSjdNvdUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XSxUm_P8bmU/s1600-R/my%2Bavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-213274827087260507</id><published>2008-09-04T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:15:26.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scandal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>American Society Is Full of Baloney</title><summary type='text'>Sarah Palin's daughter is only 17, she's having a baby..........and, she's not married!  *gasp*Of course she's not married, she's 17!  But the media has been saying that "unmarried" part like it's such a dirty little secret.  Would they find anything better to say if she was 17, having a baby and already married?  I doubt it.  It would still be "dirt."  It boggles my mind how the media and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/213274827087260507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=213274827087260507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/213274827087260507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/213274827087260507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-society-is-full-of-baloney.html' title='American Society Is Full of Baloney'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4760773468672678953</id><published>2008-09-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:11:14.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>In Their Own Time</title><summary type='text'>Kids are funny.  They never seem to do things when we want them to.  With my oldest, I was always trying to "help" her to her next milestone.  She was at about 6 steps, as far as walking goes, on her 1st birthday.Now, with my youngest daughter, I was in no rush.  She could take her sweet time growing up and I wouldn't worry one bit.  Of course, now, at 9 months, she's already broken the "record" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4760773468672678953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4760773468672678953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4760773468672678953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4760773468672678953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-their-own-time.html' title='In Their Own Time'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-8975329872652111112</id><published>2008-08-28T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:48:56.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Says Geckos Aren't Cuddly?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8975329872652111112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8975329872652111112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8975329872652111112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8975329872652111112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/08/who-says-geckos-arent-cuddly.html' title='Who Says Geckos Aren&apos;t Cuddly?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4750587119796170396</id><published>2008-08-17T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T12:40:00.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving Test Mistakes to Avoid for Your Teen</title><summary type='text'>Do you have a teen that will be taking their driving test soon?  I don't have one yet, but I know that time will come before we know it.I also know of a lot of teens who need to re-take their test.  I was *almost* in that boat when I took my test.  One more point deduction and I would have had to take it again.  Thank goodness that wasn't the case for me, but it is for some.Having to re-take the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4750587119796170396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4750587119796170396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4750587119796170396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4750587119796170396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/08/driving-test-mistakes-to-avoid-for-your.html' title='Driving Test Mistakes to Avoid for Your Teen'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5699413168527282394</id><published>2008-08-14T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T14:51:25.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just got an email with the subject line: bad news</title><summary type='text'>It's never a good thing when you get an email like that is it?  I wouldn't think so either but it wasn't anything life threatening and it actually was some good news.  A sweetheart of a lady, Christine Steendahl of MenuPlanningCentral is having a baby in a few short weeks.  Babies are always good news.  Congrats to you Christine and the entire Steendahl family.If you have never tried menu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5699413168527282394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5699413168527282394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5699413168527282394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5699413168527282394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-got-email-with-subject-line-bad.html' title='Just got an email with the subject line: bad news'/><author><name>Nanette</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VHB6dEo62wo/SKSjdNvdUUI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XSxUm_P8bmU/s1600-R/my%2Bavatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5539143847841366919</id><published>2008-08-12T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:17:01.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><title type='text'>What Is Gas Like In Your Home Town?</title><summary type='text'>Gas prices have gotten unbelievable recently!  We're paying about $4.55 per gallon and some of the pumps have a $75 limit for credit/debit card transactions at the pump.  That's not even enough to fill up my gas tank if I let it get too low.  Others have limits set at $99 and if I'm really bad and let my tank get really low, THAT doesn't even fill up my tank.  Yes, I'm driving a full size SUV.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5539143847841366919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5539143847841366919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5539143847841366919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5539143847841366919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-gas-like-in-your-home-town.html' title='What Is Gas Like In Your Home Town?'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7548058363176836272</id><published>2008-08-05T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:16:33.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housecleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><title type='text'>Lots of Clutter = No Relaxation</title><summary type='text'>After a very busy summer of softball, softball, and more softball, the season is winding down and the kids are back to school.  Once I actually had some time off on the weekends and could spend time at home, I realized how cluttered and disorganized the house had become during all those months we were barely home.  Yuck!I don't know about you, but there are times I simply CAN'T relax when the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7548058363176836272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7548058363176836272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7548058363176836272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7548058363176836272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/08/lots-of-clutter-no-relaxation.html' title='Lots of Clutter = No Relaxation'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-8662465289439207756</id><published>2008-07-31T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:55:06.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does Your Child Learn Best?</title><summary type='text'>Do you know your child's learning style?It's become pretty clear to me that my kids have very unique ways of learning. Since I'm homeschooling, I had better learn to work with that in order to make learning more fun - and far less frustrating - for all of us.On my other blog I've put together a free Learning Styles report you can download and print out or read right there on the blog. Whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8662465289439207756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8662465289439207756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8662465289439207756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8662465289439207756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-does-your-child-learn-best.html' title='How Does Your Child Learn Best?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-238055187805236806</id><published>2008-07-24T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:05:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Free Summer</title><summary type='text'>Feeling tired, bored, stressed or hungry this summer?Menu Planning Central is offering several cool free ebooks - no obligation. You'll find:Kids Summer ActivitiesSummer Exercise Tips for MomsFamily Friendly Summer RecipesJust go here to download them. :-) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/238055187805236806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=238055187805236806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/238055187805236806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/238055187805236806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/stress-free-summer.html' title='Stress Free Summer'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7907861447499838750</id><published>2008-07-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:49:00.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Got the Lil Dipper</title><summary type='text'>I saw this at the store the other day and thought it was such a cute idea and perfect for my daughter.  She is now 8 months old and very interested in eating "real" food (vs nursing).  She also likes to grab at what we eat and gets so ecited when she sees her spoons.Of course, she's not all that great at feeding herself, but when I saw these, I thought they were such a great idea for this age my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7907861447499838750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7907861447499838750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7907861447499838750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7907861447499838750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/got-lil-dipper.html' title='Got the Lil Dipper'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1146951664184090962</id><published>2008-07-20T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:24:40.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Edit Yourself out of Pics?</title><summary type='text'>I hate pictures of myself...so I often edit myself out. Here are two lovely pics of my pooches and they're much better without me in them. :-)Anybody else do this?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1146951664184090962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1146951664184090962' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1146951664184090962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1146951664184090962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-edit-yourself-out-of-pics.html' title='Do You Edit Yourself out of Pics?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1388597703655804419</id><published>2008-07-17T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:16:01.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>Surprised at Myself</title><summary type='text'>I did a post a about a month and a half ago asking "How do you know when you're done having kids?" Well...(no, I'm not pregnant)....I just had the privilege of being present at the birth of my sister's very first child.  My sister is 8 years younger than me and my one and only full blooded sibling.First of all, I have to say, she did great!  She delivered her son after about 9 hours of labor and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1388597703655804419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1388597703655804419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1388597703655804419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1388597703655804419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprised-at-myself.html' title='Surprised at Myself'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/Stac/th_11-09-07StacWeight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6258808753955416293</id><published>2008-07-14T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:11:41.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you play video games with your kiddos?</title><summary type='text'>I do ... I know it may sound goofy but it is quite FUN! We just got "Rockband" not too long ago cause it was on sale and at first I thought it was irritating cause the kids (I have 3) were so noisy when they were playing. Plus, I guess because I didn't really care for the song selection - I guess I'm an old fart for not liking the kinds of music they had in the game. Anyway, one evening, my hubby</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6258808753955416293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6258808753955416293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6258808753955416293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6258808753955416293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-play-video-games-with-your.html' title='Do you play video games with your kiddos?'/><author><name>MarieY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013165896283634836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://www.mothersofteens.com/MarieSiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6002036721986114167</id><published>2008-07-12T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:29:25.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have Enough Energy?</title><summary type='text'>It seems that one thing a lot of moms have in common is: not having enough energy.In looking at my own life and in talking with other moms, I think it can be due to a lot of factors. Things like hormonal changes, sleep disturbances, having too much to do, etc can all play a role.Of course there are sometimes medical explanations like low thyroid function - this is actually pretty common </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6002036721986114167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6002036721986114167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6002036721986114167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6002036721986114167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/do-you-have-enough-energy.html' title='Do You Have Enough Energy?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3435405592259276042</id><published>2008-07-11T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:21:53.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>We Must Be Crazy-Another Dog</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I'm sure my husband and I are just a tad bit off our rockers.  LOLWe have 5 kids, which a lot of people who just meet us don't believe when we tell them.  Then on top of that we have a BUNCH of dogs.  I say a bunch because I'm not even sure of the count right now, but we DO have more dogs than kids.Then...we went out and got this...Yup - it's a French Bulldog.  I'm actually starting a little</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3435405592259276042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3435405592259276042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3435405592259276042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3435405592259276042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-must-be-crazy-another-dog.html' title='We Must Be Crazy-Another Dog'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/dogs/th_07-05-08SSizzSit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-8100727079874730485</id><published>2008-07-06T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:01:30.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Tank Top</title><summary type='text'>I received this in my email and thought it was quite funny. I don't know if I could pull it off around town, but it could work in a pinch at home, maybe some pink trim would do the trick :0)(if I had some new ones hanging around, don't think I'd attempt my husbands underwear drawer, that's really pushing togetherness a little too far!).True  Redneck Tank Top!!!!  This  was taken in front of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8100727079874730485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8100727079874730485' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8100727079874730485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8100727079874730485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/redneck-tank-top.html' title='Redneck Tank Top'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6319623265376107622</id><published>2008-07-02T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:54:15.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Yikes 103.3</title><summary type='text'>It's late, I just got home from the ER.  My youngest daughter, who is now 7 months old, had a fever of 103.3 degrees tonight.  She was warm on a few occasions last week, but always, the next day or two she was back to normal.  She isn't congested, isn't coughing, has no runny nose, is "peeing and pooping" fine, has a normal appetite, and has been acting pretty normally as well.But after her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6319623265376107622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6319623265376107622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6319623265376107622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6319623265376107622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/07/yikes-1033.html' title='Yikes 103.3'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5215573068313419249</id><published>2008-06-23T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T17:39:13.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen at The Dollar Store</title><summary type='text'>I don't know about you, but I am not too keen on using a beauty product from the Dollar Store.Especially when it's made by a company called:Yes, folks. Tinkle. I had to snap this picture because it's a funny example of Engrish. We've seen stuff at the Dollar Store that had unfortunate Chinese/English or Japanese/English translation. You can read a ton of funny examples of Engrish online. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5215573068313419249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5215573068313419249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5215573068313419249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5215573068313419249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/seen-at-dollar-store.html' title='Seen at The Dollar Store'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-633266714808868236</id><published>2008-06-20T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:00:44.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where The Hell Is Matt? Where He Can Make People Smile...</title><summary type='text'>This brought a smile to my face and some tears to my eyes. This guy wouldn't have made it 1 minute into So You Think You Can Dance tryouts, but the guy's got some heart:Sorry I missed Matt when he was in Vancouver. ;-)I believe he has had previous videos, but this looks like a new one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/633266714808868236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=633266714808868236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/633266714808868236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/633266714808868236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-hell-is-matt-where-he-can-make.html' title='Where The Hell Is Matt? Where He Can Make People Smile...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-2444604034841059457</id><published>2008-06-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:02:02.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Power Outage Can Be a Good Thing</title><summary type='text'>Well, I just woke up from a half an hour nap - I feel refreshed! It appears that a power outage can be a good thing after all. You see, at 5:00pm today, my electricity in my whole house went off. I was in the middle of working on my computer when the power died ... the air turned off ... &amp; the TV went dead! Initially, I was ticked off but since all the rooms had no power - I didn't even think of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2444604034841059457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2444604034841059457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2444604034841059457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2444604034841059457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-outage-can-be-good-thing.html' title='A Power Outage Can Be a Good Thing'/><author><name>MarieY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013165896283634836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://www.mothersofteens.com/MarieSiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5983012596937152096</id><published>2008-06-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:11:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do You Hang Your Wash?</title><summary type='text'>This article prompted me to think about the clothesline issue.http://www.greenandcleanmom.org/im-officially-a-green-washing-mama-and-proud-of-it/I live in the country so we have one, I've snowshoe'd to it in winter when it's warm enough to use but snow is still on the ground, braved the darn mosquitoes and loved it in the nice weather when it gives me a needed fresh air break.If I can't use it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5983012596937152096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5983012596937152096' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5983012596937152096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5983012596937152096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-do-you-hang-your-wash.html' title='Where Do You Hang Your Wash?'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-2955462860751782796</id><published>2008-06-17T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T03:33:01.246-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>She Thinks She Can Stand</title><summary type='text'>Yes, my daughter at 6 months old, thinks she can stand up!  It was just a few weeks ago that she couldn't even crawl yet.  She was just turning 6 months at the time and I remember thinking that she would start crawling soon, but I was glad that she wasn't really that milestone early.  It seems like the older you get and the more kids you have, the less anxious you are for them to hit those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2955462860751782796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2955462860751782796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2955462860751782796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2955462860751782796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/she-thinks-she-can-stand.html' title='She Thinks She Can Stand'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/Stac/th_05-26-08SStacStacia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1848349940642827001</id><published>2008-06-13T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:04:24.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As a 1930's Housewife, How do you stack up?</title><summary type='text'>Apparently I would have been a catch back in the 1930s.75As a 1930s wife, I amSuperiorTake the test!As cute as some of those dresses were back then, I'm not sure if I am flattered or insulted by my score. LOL!How did you do?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1848349940642827001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1848349940642827001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1848349940642827001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1848349940642827001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-1930s-housewife-how-do-you-stack-up.html' title='As a 1930&apos;s Housewife, How do you stack up?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3738501640879656797</id><published>2008-06-12T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:31:35.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son, The Natural Born Diplomat</title><summary type='text'>My near 7-year old son puzzles me...and he makes me proud. Ever since he could speak, he's been a little diplomat and I don't know where he gets it from.Not that his Dad and I are insensitive brutes, but we don't take it to the natural extremes my son seems to.When my son was two, he rarely said, "No."If you asked him to do something or if he wanted something and he didn't, he'd say, "Tomorrow, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3738501640879656797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3738501640879656797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3738501640879656797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3738501640879656797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-son-natural-born-diplomat.html' title='My Son, The Natural Born Diplomat'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7396670569220915342</id><published>2008-06-12T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:30:32.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Of Course It's "Da-Da"</title><summary type='text'>So, my daughter if finally making all kinds of cute little sounds on purpose now.  She's 7 months old.  And, of course, it's "Da-Da" first.  What's up with that?  Why is it that they always say "Da-Da" before "Ma-Ma?"Of course, my husband is happy about it and my daughter always has this big, teasing smile on her face when she says it as if she's saying "Da-Da" instead of "Ma-Ma" on purpose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7396670569220915342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7396670569220915342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7396670569220915342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7396670569220915342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-course-its-da-da.html' title='Of Course It&apos;s &quot;Da-Da&quot;'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5596600645284806904</id><published>2008-06-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:04:54.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety</title><summary type='text'>I guess it's about that time when my daughter is at the age that separation anxiety starts.  She's starting to grumble if I'm by her then walk away.  She's starting to protest when I hand her over to someone else.  And she's very "verbal" about it.  She lets you know, quite loudly, what she thinks about having to be away from mom.  It's amazing how much of her own personality she already has at 6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5596600645284806904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5596600645284806904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5596600645284806904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5596600645284806904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/separation-anxiety.html' title='Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6358619101429798065</id><published>2008-06-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:51:32.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"And Tango Makes Three" OR How Mama Got Surprised at the Library</title><summary type='text'>The other day, I took my 5 and 6 year olds to the library. We were in the storybook section and I was helping my youngest pick a storybook. They had And Tango Makes Three on display and since my son likes penguins, I asked if he wanted to borrow that book. My son said yes, we finished up at the library and we were on our way.A few days later, I told my youngest that we could read that book at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6358619101429798065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6358619101429798065' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6358619101429798065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6358619101429798065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-tango-make-three-or-how-mama-got.html' title='&quot;And Tango Makes Three&quot; OR How Mama Got Surprised at the Library'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1545410485841033030</id><published>2008-06-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T18:39:00.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>How Do You Know When You're Done?</title><summary type='text'>Having kids I mean....how do you know when you're done?  My husband and I have been blessed with being able to have our children with little medical issues.  We've never made our decision on whether or not to add another based on our financial situation either.  Since we don't have health or financial reasons to help us make the decision to me "done" how am I going to know when I'm done?  Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1545410485841033030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1545410485841033030' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1545410485841033030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1545410485841033030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-you-know-when-youre-done.html' title='How Do You Know When You&apos;re Done?'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7569487848285950730</id><published>2008-06-03T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:59:13.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parental Paranoia Bit me in the Butt Today</title><summary type='text'>A little while back, we had the opportunity to judge Lenore Skenazy's parenting judgment, well it's now your turn to judge me because the cops showed up at my door to check on me and my kids.I think it's all indicative of this paranoia we have as a society where things that were once perfectly acceptable are now horrific things that could cause our children to spontaneously combust if we're not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7569487848285950730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7569487848285950730' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7569487848285950730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7569487848285950730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/06/parental-paranoia-bit-me-in-butt-today.html' title='Parental Paranoia Bit me in the Butt Today'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-924166170701614963</id><published>2008-05-28T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:38:29.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>My Baby Likes Tags</title><summary type='text'>My daughter is now 6 months old and she loves tags.  One day, my sister gave her a little teething toy.  It was some kind of squishy/stuffed animal with a plastic bone in it's mouth.  Okay, now that I think about it, maybe that "animal" was a dog.  Anyway, this dog had many things for my daughter to bite on.  The feet, the arms, the ears, and of course, the plastic bone.  After all, that's what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/924166170701614963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=924166170701614963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/924166170701614963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/924166170701614963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-baby-likes-tags.html' title='My Baby Likes Tags'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7190865459819769414</id><published>2008-05-27T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:00:55.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Dogs Are a Boost for Any Ego</title><summary type='text'>There are many health benefits of dogs, but who else is that happy to see you after you've been out of the house for only an hour?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7190865459819769414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7190865459819769414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7190865459819769414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7190865459819769414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-dogs-are-boost-for-any-ego.html' title='Why Dogs Are a Boost for Any Ego'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7404389033974183120</id><published>2008-05-26T20:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:10:52.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Pizza Pops, Favorite Foods &amp; Movies</title><summary type='text'>Just playing around with my new toy, A Flip Video Ultra Series Camera. A deep conversation with a 5 year old. :-)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7404389033974183120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7404389033974183120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7404389033974183120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7404389033974183120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-pizza-pops-favorite-foods-movies.html' title='On Pizza Pops, Favorite Foods &amp; Movies'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4730167641614636672</id><published>2008-05-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T07:45:48.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarantulas with French Fry Legs</title><summary type='text'>Before I was pregnant, Carrie suspected as such because some of my vivid dreams. At the time, I didn't recall crazy dreams in past pregnancies, but now I know what she was talking about.With my dreams of poisonous snakes and tarantulas (who happened to have legs made out of french fries) in my house to last night's crazy zombie dream...it's been a wild night time ride.So why do we have these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4730167641614636672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4730167641614636672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4730167641614636672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4730167641614636672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/05/tarantulas-with-french-fry-legs.html' title='Tarantulas with French Fry Legs'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4502693758982739481</id><published>2008-05-04T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T09:25:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Butter Bullies - What Is Happening with Our Kids?</title><summary type='text'>In a world where parents seem to go out of their way to protect their children from imagined dangers, the real danger seems to be right in front of us...with kids themselves.How did we come to a place where our kids don't care or don't seem to be aware of the consequences of their actions?Take these 2 stories (there are many more) of kids smearing peanut butter on allergic kids:Bullies use Peanut</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4502693758982739481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4502693758982739481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4502693758982739481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4502693758982739481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/05/peanut-butter-bullies-what-is-happening.html' title='Peanut Butter Bullies - What Is Happening with Our Kids?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4845066524094676131</id><published>2008-04-28T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:43:19.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Say "Best Friends" or Just Try to Be One?</title><summary type='text'>"Best friend," has never been a regular phrase in my vocabulary. Even as a kid when every girl seemed to have a new best friend each and every week, I just tried to be a good friend to those who were special to me. I didn't feel the need to put a label on it back then and I still don't.Now, I'm definitely not saying I'm a perfect friend. Not by a long shot as I definitely have my own quirks. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4845066524094676131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4845066524094676131' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4845066524094676131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4845066524094676131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-you-say-best-friends-or-just-try-to.html' title='Do You Say &quot;Best Friends&quot; or Just Try to Be One?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5812118416937530760</id><published>2008-04-26T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:29:55.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Paisley - Cooler Online Video</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't seen this video, you might get a laugh.It has William Shatner and Maureen McCormick in it (Marsha Brady) as well as a few other people you may recognize.There are a few other funny one's too, they had a contest.There is no embed link but you can see it here.http://youtube.com/watch?v=7GcVnhNjWV0&amp;feature=PlayList&amp;p=15A8DF8556E24188&amp;index=1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5812118416937530760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5812118416937530760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5812118416937530760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5812118416937530760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/brad-paisley-cooler-online-video.html' title='Brad Paisley - Cooler Online Video'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-1956958994104266454</id><published>2008-04-25T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:46:14.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gifts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I Got a New Toy</title><summary type='text'>My husband bought it for me as an Anniversary gift, but he let me pick it out because he figured he'd probably choose the wrong one (he was right by the way - he told me which one he probably would have bought).  So he just took me to the digital camera section of the store and told me to pick one.  I thought we were going there to look at TV's again (LOL) so there was still a bit of a surprise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1956958994104266454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1956958994104266454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1956958994104266454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1956958994104266454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-got-new-toy.html' title='I Got a New Toy'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/Stac/th_03-17-08SStacBW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-918936566375560534</id><published>2008-04-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:02:43.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can't Clean Your Own House...</title><summary type='text'>Today's Montell Williams show featured families that were hoping to get onto the Clean House show to help transform their pig-sty-style homes into much cleaner and organized homes (details of today's episode are here).I'm sorry, but I was particularly disturbed by the family who not only lived in  but complete clutter, but utter filth and wanted to get on the show because they were looking to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/918936566375560534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=918936566375560534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/918936566375560534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/918936566375560534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-cant-clean-your-own-house.html' title='If You Can&apos;t Clean Your Own House...'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3857204579873145215</id><published>2008-04-23T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:51:36.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring cleaning'/><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning - have you done yours yet?</title><summary type='text'>It has been absolutely beautiful here for the past week, a little bit of heaven!So I've been in the mood to get things freshened up and in order, something about fresh, spring air breezing through the house does that to a person.Today it is raining, which somewhat "dampens" the feeling, but gives a greater opportunity to get some indoor cleaning done.I've put up a few articles that you may find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3857204579873145215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3857204579873145215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3857204579873145215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3857204579873145215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-cleaning-have-you-done-yours-yet.html' title='Spring Cleaning - have you done yours yet?'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-1739320842361964336</id><published>2008-04-19T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T01:58:36.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Puppies with Momma</title><summary type='text'>By request, here are pictures of the puppies with their momma. The puppies are up and about and have their eyes open and everything.  Such a cute stage!It's feeding time!MY puppyClimbing on Mama - The one sitting on the right is the runt, so cute!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1739320842361964336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1739320842361964336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1739320842361964336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1739320842361964336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/puppies-with-momma.html' title='Puppies with Momma'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/dogs/th_04-07-08Feeding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4231298020726042095</id><published>2008-04-14T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:36:27.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Protective or Over-Protective? - Can We Ease Back a Tad, Parents?</title><summary type='text'>After last weeks story about the New York Mom that let her 9-year old take the public transit home on his own, I've been thinking more on how, as a society, we've wound ourselves up into a big tizzy of fear and worry over everything, including our own kids.As a result, I've posted an article at Mom's Talk Network that asks parents to really look at their behavior and allow a little more growth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4231298020726042095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4231298020726042095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4231298020726042095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4231298020726042095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/protective-or-over-protective-can-we.html' title='Protective or Over-Protective? - Can We Ease Back a Tad, Parents?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7533237803004010984</id><published>2008-04-09T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:12:01.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get $25 Free</title><summary type='text'>I remember when Paypal first launched. They offered a cash reward when you opened an account and when you referred a friend. I'm sure it had a lot to do with their quick success in establishing a huge customer base.Paypal has had a little competition but no real serious takers. That may change soon though. There is a new kid on the block that the internet is all abuzz over (just do a Google </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7533237803004010984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7533237803004010984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7533237803004010984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7533237803004010984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-25-free.html' title='Get $25 Free'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-8551083176793227235</id><published>2008-04-09T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T11:48:17.625-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>It's a Wedding</title><summary type='text'>My sister recently got married which means it's one of the rare times you get to see my in a dress.  I actually had a softball game (against one of the toughest teams we'll face in the regular season) at the same time as my sister's wedding, but since she IS my one and only sister, I, of course, missed the game to be there when she got married.  After all, we do hope this is the only time she'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8551083176793227235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8551083176793227235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8551083176793227235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8551083176793227235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-wedding.html' title='It&apos;s a Wedding'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/family/th_RachelStacieCropLightWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4959557663463469640</id><published>2008-04-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T08:14:18.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Send Your 9-Year Old Child on the New York Subway...Alone?</title><summary type='text'>According to an MSNBC article, mother Lenore Skenazy is under fire for allowing her 9 year-old son to find his way from midtown Manhattan. She gave the boy a Metrocard, $20, a Subway map and sent him on his way. The boy made it home and has stated he was a willing participant in this experiment.This apparent lesson in independence might seem a bit odd, but I think it requires some thought. First </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4959557663463469640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4959557663463469640' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4959557663463469640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4959557663463469640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/would-you-send-your-9-year-old-child-on.html' title='Would You Send Your 9-Year Old Child on the New York Subway...Alone?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6781369342996605691</id><published>2008-04-08T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T10:03:12.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever made up your own lyrics?</title><summary type='text'>Here's a funny clip I bumped into yesterday - I thought it was hilarious but I feel sad for the poor woman who was confused with the words to a popular song.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6781369342996605691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6781369342996605691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6781369342996605691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6781369342996605691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-made-up-your-own-lyrics.html' title='Have you ever made up your own lyrics?'/><author><name>MarieY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013165896283634836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://www.mothersofteens.com/MarieSiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7808013547498093860</id><published>2008-04-07T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:38:25.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts &amp; Questions on the Way to Preschool</title><summary type='text'>Often our ride to preschool in the morning is a quiet and sleepy experience, but this morning my 4 year old was full of facts and questions. Here's what I can remember:(By the way, if this picture of my son looks familiar, it is pretty new. This big squinty smile is his signature look...kind of like Zoolander's "Magnum", but better!)Do jellyfish have noses?Can meat get stuck in your teeth?When is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7808013547498093860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7808013547498093860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7808013547498093860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7808013547498093860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/deep-thoughts-questions-on-way-to.html' title='Deep Thoughts &amp; Questions on the Way to Preschool'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6526092447481458166</id><published>2008-04-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:42:41.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework for Mental Health</title><summary type='text'>I've been distracted the past few months and had fallen off of my regular cleaning routines.I guess with spring I've been coming around and getting back to them.My daughter even remarked at how things have been going more smoothly lately, maybe because things have been more organized and cleaner around here. Amen to that!This morning, after spending an hour or so frustrated at the computer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6526092447481458166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6526092447481458166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6526092447481458166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6526092447481458166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/housework-for-mental-health.html' title='Housework for Mental Health'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-2143159698193775895</id><published>2008-04-06T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:30:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contest: Free Monkey Joe's Coupons</title><summary type='text'>Do you have a Monkey Joe's around your town?Monkey Joe's is one of these indoor kid playgrounds with all the cool inflatable play structures. I have two $5 off coupons to give away.Here's what you have to do.Leave a comment below and ask. That's it. On Monday, April 14th at 9 am Eastern, I'll choose a winner. So come back then and check ok?p.s. Monkey Joe's has wifi for the parents. Cool eh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2143159698193775895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2143159698193775895' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2143159698193775895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2143159698193775895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/contest-free-monkey-joes-coupons.html' title='Contest: Free Monkey Joe&apos;s Coupons'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3069076008095040074</id><published>2008-04-01T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T08:31:28.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Talk Forum Is Back - No Foolin'</title><summary type='text'>The Mom's Talk Network website has been quiet since Kelly McCausey assumed ownership back in October 2007, but no more.Starting today the website will be brimming over with fresh Guest Blogger appearances and a resurrected Mom's Talk Forum which I will be helping to breathe new life into as a Moderator.Come on over and say hello today and be entered for a chance to win gifts, free advertising and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3069076008095040074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3069076008095040074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3069076008095040074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3069076008095040074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/04/moms-talk-forum-is-back-no-foolin.html' title='Moms Talk Forum Is Back - No Foolin&apos;'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-2481026606334860549</id><published>2008-03-30T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:25:47.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><title type='text'>The Puppies Are Here</title><summary type='text'>They are a week old now and they are doing fine.  This picture was taken when they were just a few days old though.  They aren't all in the picture, but they all pretty much look like this.She started giving birth at about 9pm.  It took about an hour between the first and second pup, but then she had 6 more after that within the next two hours.  It was amazing.  We ended up going to sleep because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2481026606334860549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2481026606334860549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2481026606334860549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2481026606334860549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/puppies-are-here.html' title='The Puppies Are Here'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/dogs/th_03-22-08SPile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4314752387887295657</id><published>2008-03-28T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:16:11.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrie's Thousand Dollar Baby</title><summary type='text'>See my new addition?It was love at first sight, I must say. I was on my way home from Staples where I got a new printer, and I saw an Estate Sale sign. I walked in and this called to me.I'm so excited! I haven't played in 18 years... but I'm going to relearn. I'm hoping it will come back to me like a mother tongue long unspoken.Then I'm going to teach the kids. Because a proper education includes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4314752387887295657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4314752387887295657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4314752387887295657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4314752387887295657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/carries-thousand-dollar-baby.html' title='Carrie&apos;s Thousand Dollar Baby'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-2276183131532163251</id><published>2008-03-26T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:27:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Faux Pas</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been guilty of any? Do you know the rules of internet engagement? We've probably all made mistakes online, maybe out of ignorance. I know it's true of me. When I first came online I grabbed a graphic from a message forum that offered free avatars. When I got a nasty email from the forum owner, I knew I had done someting wrong! I was embarrassed to say the least. This week for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2276183131532163251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2276183131532163251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2276183131532163251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2276183131532163251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/internet-faux-pas.html' title='Internet Faux Pas'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3496972008565720749</id><published>2008-03-26T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:28:54.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy For Spring to Have Sprung</title><summary type='text'>It seems that Winter has made its last stand and Spring is on its way. Today the kids and I met some friends and played all morning at the park. We had a picnic and fed the ducks. I came home with sun on my cheeks. Here are some of the things I'm looking forward to about warmer weather:Flip Flops. Ah the ease of slipping into my favorite black Old Navy flip flops.Shaving not being a waste of time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3496972008565720749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3496972008565720749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3496972008565720749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3496972008565720749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-happy-for-spring-to-have-sprung.html' title='So Happy For Spring to Have Sprung'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-9091174859356186240</id><published>2008-03-26T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:33:51.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Comment Card: According to a 6-Year Old</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, my son was very excited to fill out the comment card at The Old Spaghetti Factory. When he got to the part about "Value", he asked what that meant and we explained.Suddenly, he has this big smile on his face and he exclaims, "I'm going to put excellent because I don't have to pay, so it's a great deal for me."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/9091174859356186240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=9091174859356186240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/9091174859356186240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/9091174859356186240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/restaurant-comment-card-according-to-6.html' title='Restaurant Comment Card: According to a 6-Year Old'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6270016419265802834</id><published>2008-03-21T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:48:13.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think of this straws?</title><summary type='text'>I bumped into this video on YouTube today and didn't know what quite to think. If it were me who bought the fun straws (which by the way, I have never bought for my kids) - I think I will look at the straw shaped like a rocket ... but, I dunno ... what do you think?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6270016419265802834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6270016419265802834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6270016419265802834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6270016419265802834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-do-you-think-of-this-straws.html' title='What do you think of this straws?'/><author><name>MarieY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013165896283634836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://www.mothersofteens.com/MarieSiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3073374411003108493</id><published>2008-03-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:52:49.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Cooking inside this Because Mom Said So Blogger</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3073374411003108493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3073374411003108493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3073374411003108493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3073374411003108493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-cooking-inside-this-because-mom.html' title='What&apos;s Cooking inside this Because Mom Said So Blogger'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-915368689216867436</id><published>2008-03-18T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:41:47.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>My Dog is Having Babies</title><summary type='text'>She's due this week.  Doesn't she look like a mama expecting babies in less than a week?  The vet says it looks like only 8-10 pups in there.  It's funny how dogs are like humans, they carry differently.  Our other mama dog has carried 12-13 puppies and never looked THAT pregnant.  LOL - Thankfully, none of them can read this blog and see what I'm saying about them. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/915368689216867436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=915368689216867436' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/915368689216867436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/915368689216867436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-dog-is-having-babies.html' title='My Dog is Having Babies'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/dogs/th_03-12-08BeautifulSit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-196089002282011681</id><published>2008-03-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:13:25.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son Is Voting Today</title><summary type='text'>Oh, this is a big day.  My son is 19, and he will be voting today.  It is so amazing as a Mom to see my "little boy" grow up, and to have such adult conversations and opinions on matters like politics! He truly amazes and enthralls me, because he is a deep thinker and a great example of our future generation of young people, who are concerned with big issues of life.This is an Elections Canada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/196089002282011681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=196089002282011681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/196089002282011681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/196089002282011681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-son-is-voting-today.html' title='My Son Is Voting Today'/><author><name>Diana Walker</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hs90EnSBFOk/TlRMXaO-98I/AAAAAAAAACw/dDcI0fCKKYk/s220/DianaWalkerMay2011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6398934315477686222</id><published>2008-03-10T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:17:01.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids sports'/><title type='text'>I Need a Weekend...</title><summary type='text'>...to recover from my weekend.  It seems there is no in between.  Either I have NOTHING going on during the weekend and we're bored.  OR we are twice as busy on the weekend as we are during the week. This weekend was crazy!  My oldest had a sleepover, so 3 girls from her softball team came home with us Friday night after practice.  Then I the softball team I coach had a pre-season scrimmage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6398934315477686222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6398934315477686222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6398934315477686222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6398934315477686222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-weekend.html' title='I Need a Weekend...'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4256974962240426657</id><published>2008-03-05T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:43:28.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rising Gas Prices: As Seen in My Neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>And that's the price per litre. Multiply by 4 to find out the price per gallon. Scary!(No idea who that lady is.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4256974962240426657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4256974962240426657' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4256974962240426657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4256974962240426657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/rising-gas-prices-as-seen-in-my.html' title='Rising Gas Prices: As Seen in My Neighborhood'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5888346187258915954</id><published>2008-03-03T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:04:47.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Bumbo is So Cute</title><summary type='text'>That's a picture of my daughter in her new Bumbo Seat.  It's such a cute seat for her to be in during the times of the day I can't hold her and laying down in her crib or play pen is just too boring. It seems like she doesn't quite know what to make of it just yet, but I think she likes the new perspective.  It just so happened that the only Bumbo left at the store I went to was pink, but it does</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5888346187258915954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5888346187258915954' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5888346187258915954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5888346187258915954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/bumbo-is-so-cute.html' title='The Bumbo is So Cute'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/Stac/th_02-21-08SStacBumbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3011869435858499658</id><published>2008-03-03T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:19:12.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='living'/><title type='text'>Well...At Least I Get the Day Off</title><summary type='text'>We just finished a long tiring weekend.  I coach softball at a nearby high school and we were running a tournament for the weekend.  So that means we got home late Friday and Saturday and were up early both days of the weekend to get to the field in time to help set up the fields and the concession.  After all day at the park on Saturday (8:00am-9:30pm), we had to be back at the field at 7:00am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3011869435858499658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3011869435858499658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3011869435858499658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3011869435858499658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/03/wellat-least-i-get-day-off.html' title='Well...At Least I Get the Day Off'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1247788366617517513</id><published>2008-02-29T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T11:24:23.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Science Fair Experiments</title><summary type='text'>This is a video clip I took when my son participated in their Science Fair in school. His experiment was on "Bubbles".  We both had a lot of fun working on it. In the video you will see me highlight a couple of interesting experiments like "Which flavor of cricket tastes best" (I know YUCK!) and "What certain liquids do to your teeth".What kind of experiments do your kids do for their school?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1247788366617517513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1247788366617517513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1247788366617517513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1247788366617517513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/interesting-science-fair-experiments.html' title='Interesting Science Fair Experiments'/><author><name>MarieY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013165896283634836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://www.mothersofteens.com/MarieSiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-5711455498047148288</id><published>2008-02-26T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:35:15.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Got Mom Burned</title><summary type='text'>This is an interesting concept.Have you ever said hmmmm when your child was speaking to you, not really listening, kind of "in the zone" (or out of it).My daughter was chatting with her friend online and asked if her friends parents were home. Krista, her friend, said yes my mom's right beside me.So Robyn, my daughter said, tell her only 9 more days (until they are all going to Florida, lucky </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/5711455498047148288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=5711455498047148288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5711455498047148288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/5711455498047148288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-just-got-mom-burned.html' title='You Just Got Mom Burned'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-1391353168115269412</id><published>2008-02-25T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:39:42.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>Give Me My Sunglasses</title><summary type='text'>One day I bought my son (age 3) Cars sunglasses.  My son LOVES Cars.  So anyway, he was wearing all over the place that day while we were running errands.  Eventually, we got hungry and sat down to eat lunch at a restaurant (indoors).  While we were eating, my son took off his new sunglasses and put them on the table.  His oldest sister (age 11) decide to make trouble and steal the sunglasses and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1391353168115269412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1391353168115269412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1391353168115269412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1391353168115269412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/give-me-my-sunglasses.html' title='Give Me My Sunglasses'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6383233476392144670</id><published>2008-02-22T12:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T13:14:42.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-Border Family Events...Optional or Obligatory?</title><summary type='text'>You know, living close to the U.S. border often has its perks and with the recent strengthening of the Canadian dollar, the shopping is SWEET. Well, if you're a big cross-border shopper that is, which I'm not. I do go across the border several times per year, I enjoy being close to another country (I'm all cultured and stuff!!) and sometimes flying out of Seattle can be very cost-effective.But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6383233476392144670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6383233476392144670' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6383233476392144670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6383233476392144670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/cross-border-family-eventsoptional-or.html' title='Cross-Border Family Events...Optional or Obligatory?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4447029797010707628</id><published>2008-02-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:37:16.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Baby" for Big Kids?</title><summary type='text'>Now that my oldest son (6) is reading, it's starting to bite me in the butt...thanks to A&amp;W and The Gap. Here's what's been happening...My son has a few pairs of size 5 pants that still fit that were gifts from family (I don't shop at The Gap). For some stupid reason they carry the label "Baby Gap". My son recently noticed this and asked me, "Why do I have baby pants?"Then we went to A&amp;W the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4447029797010707628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4447029797010707628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4447029797010707628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4447029797010707628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-for-big-kids.html' title='&quot;Baby&quot; for Big Kids?'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6951101782121000822</id><published>2008-02-20T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:32:37.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>WFMW: Put It On The List</title><summary type='text'>(Works for Me Wednesday is a brainchild of Shannon at Rocks in my Dryer.)This morning at breakfast my almost 2 1/2 year old, who in the last few weeks has entered the "Disequilibrium" stage common at this age, was carrying on a bit, yelling and making mean faces at her siblings. She kept asking me for something over and over that I didn't have. And then, I found the following words of mothering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6951101782121000822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6951101782121000822' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6951101782121000822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6951101782121000822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/wfmw-put-it-on-list.html' title='WFMW: Put It On The List'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1801517980183973454</id><published>2008-02-18T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:49:28.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlers'/><title type='text'>I Want "Awfuls!"</title><summary type='text'>One morning my oldest daughter wanted Eggo's for breakfast.  So I put a few in the toaster oven for her while she started on her school work for the day (she does distance learning).  My 3-year-old son hears the toaster oven timer ticking and decides to check it out.  He sees the Eggo's in the toaster oven and, since he can't quite see over the counter and into the toaster oven very well, he asks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1801517980183973454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1801517980183973454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1801517980183973454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1801517980183973454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-awfuls.html' title='I Want &quot;Awfuls!&quot;'/><author><name>Stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08971835646907900075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y222/mahoes/metrip.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3987278225453390567</id><published>2008-02-18T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:07:48.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senseo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><title type='text'>I Hack My Senseo</title><summary type='text'>I love my Senseo. It saves me money. (I no longer go to Starbucks. I actually prefer my Senseo coffee because it has that nice crema, like a well pulled espresso shot. And as an ex barista and coffee snob, I know what well pulled is, ok?)I love it because it's not wasteful. I drink one cup in the morning. My Senseo brews one cup. And the neat little pod is great for my compost pile! But. The pods</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3987278225453390567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3987278225453390567' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3987278225453390567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3987278225453390567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hack-my-senseo.html' title='I Hack My Senseo'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-364405521666619995</id><published>2008-02-18T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:11:12.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Officially a Family Day Holiday</title><summary type='text'>Just a heads up that today is officially a holiday in Canada, I'm not sure about the US for family day.I think it's a great concept, although it is a baby step in the right direction of what really needs to go on in the work place and in society in general to promote family and to help bring back the connections that used to be the norm with so many families having both parents working to pay the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/364405521666619995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=364405521666619995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/364405521666619995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/364405521666619995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-is-officially-family-day-holiday.html' title='Today is Officially a Family Day Holiday'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-363342505521607599</id><published>2008-02-18T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T09:01:21.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys, Girls, Dating..oh my!!</title><summary type='text'>Ah, dating. It’s a part of every teen’s life. It’s also a source of stress for most parents when their child reaches this pivotal point. It doesn’t have to be stressful. Here are a few tips to help you keep the fear at bay when your teenager starts dating.Age: More than a Number:Just because it seems like everyone other parent on the planet is letting their teen date, doesn’t mean you have to. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/363342505521607599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=363342505521607599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/363342505521607599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/363342505521607599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/boys-girls-datingoh-my.html' title='Boys, Girls, Dating..oh my!!'/><author><name>Aurelia</name><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-12361729.post-7924546098691070907</id><published>2008-02-18T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:58:37.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you talked with your kids about the choking game?</title><summary type='text'>I came across this and decided to post it here to help spread the word. Just as we talk openly with our kids about their bodies and boundaries to help prevent them from becoming a victim of molestation, we also need to talk to them about these fads that can cost kids their life.The "choking game" is similar to another kind of practice (that I won't describe here because I don't want that kind of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7924546098691070907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7924546098691070907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7924546098691070907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7924546098691070907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-talked-with-your-kids-about.html' title='Have you talked with your kids about the choking game?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3921580904527113393</id><published>2008-02-17T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:29:55.586-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chris martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity parents'/><title type='text'>As If I Needed Another Reason to Adore Chris Martin</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who reads my blog for longer than 5 minutes knows about my little crush. Not only is Chris Martin wickedly handsome and talented. And tall and skinny and blonde and English, and concerned about people less fortunate than me... he is also a fiercely protective Dad and husband. Sigh. I haven't had a celebrity crush this bad since I was 14 and there was a thing called Martin Gore and Depeche </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3921580904527113393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3921580904527113393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3921580904527113393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3921580904527113393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/as-if-i-needed-another-reason-to-adore.html' title='As If I Needed Another Reason to Adore Chris Martin'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1932342718741978728</id><published>2008-02-17T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:29:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing In My Closet Is Me</title><summary type='text'>How does this happen?Do you ever walk in to your closet and think, "Nothing in this closet is me. Not a thing. There is not a single thing in my entire closet that I like."How does this happen? Does someone go into your closet at night and change everything around? No, it's the same stuff.Do you just get sick of seeing it all? Does it have to do with YOU changing? The seasons changing?Or what?Is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1932342718741978728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1932342718741978728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1932342718741978728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1932342718741978728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/nothing-in-my-closet-is-me.html' title='Nothing In My Closet Is Me'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-7243532319355201384</id><published>2008-02-07T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:05:49.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Seen the Gummy Bear Song?</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't seen the Gummy Bear video it is cute with a catchy tune.The only drawback is that it is pimping candy, but it is a cheery song that is sure to get them moving.Be sure your speakers are turned down, I had mine on high and nearly scared the gummy bears out of myself when it came on.I'm not sure if the embed link will work so here is the url just in case.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7243532319355201384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7243532319355201384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7243532319355201384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7243532319355201384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-seen-gummy-bear-song.html' title='Have You Seen the Gummy Bear Song?'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-8257408803834417846</id><published>2008-02-06T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:45:03.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babywearing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contests'/><title type='text'>You Can Win Stuff Helping Carrie</title><summary type='text'>I just described on my other blog how I'm hosting a contest.I am desperate for a new sling or baby carrier and don't want to pick among the dizzying array of options, so I'm letting my blog readers choose, and the person whose recommendation I take wins free stuff.Check it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8257408803834417846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8257408803834417846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8257408803834417846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8257408803834417846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-can-win-stuff-helping-carrie.html' title='You Can Win Stuff Helping Carrie'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-4585546682062568764</id><published>2008-01-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T17:13:38.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Why Do My Boogers Smell Like Fish?</title><summary type='text'>My answer to 6 year old son:"My guess would be because you ate salmon for dinner, honey."Don't you just love these endearing parent-child moments?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/4585546682062568764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=4585546682062568764' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4585546682062568764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/4585546682062568764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-do-my-boogers-smell-like-fish.html' title='Why Do My Boogers Smell Like Fish?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6022333550872121345</id><published>2008-01-22T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:00:52.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot com Baby</title><summary type='text'>I had to share a funny.Last night after the baths/teeth/PJs/reading stories routine, everyone was tucked into bed. While I put the youngest to sleep I decided to listen to WahmTalkRadio. My laptop was sitting on the floor beside the bed and my youngest notices it.She looks up at me with these big brown eyes and says:"W Dot Com, Mommy? W Dot Com?My older kids talk about Kelly McCausey like she's a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6022333550872121345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6022333550872121345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6022333550872121345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6022333550872121345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/dot-com-baby.html' title='Dot com Baby'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3852234702257924015</id><published>2008-01-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T17:06:05.858-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy eating'/><title type='text'>A Salad A Day...</title><summary type='text'>Well you know how the saying goes! I'm not one to make resolutions. There's nothing magical to me about the first day of the year. But, I decided to make it a goal to eat more vegetables. So, I decided to create a salad cookbook. I love salads, but I'm not creative in the kitchen. I have to follow recipes. The romaine lettuce with bottled dressing routine was getting super boring. My menu would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3852234702257924015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3852234702257924015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3852234702257924015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3852234702257924015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/salad-day.html' title='A Salad A Day...'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-1910984405957454617</id><published>2008-01-17T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T06:26:08.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication Break Down</title><summary type='text'>Last night was not a shining moment for me as a mom.And it was all because of 2 things- a break down in communication- I didn't follow upMy daughter, who is 14, plays volleyball almost every night after school. Sometimes she needs to be picked up at 5, once in awhile at 7. When she needs to be picked up at 5 it's in town, at 7, it's at the school which is a town over.My son usually picks her up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/1910984405957454617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=1910984405957454617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1910984405957454617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/1910984405957454617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/communication-break-down.html' title='Communication Break Down'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-3959703318230515354</id><published>2008-01-10T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T16:35:50.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather Be....</title><summary type='text'>Breastfeeding, apparently.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3959703318230515354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3959703318230515354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3959703318230515354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3959703318230515354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-rather-be.html' title='I&apos;d Rather Be....'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6120047229674578692</id><published>2008-01-09T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:10:16.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Dance</title><summary type='text'>Our weather is crappy this morning so I put on the radio to see if there were any bus cancellations.I ended up spending some time grooving in the kitchen to Mommy's Alright (Daddy's Alright, they just seem a little weird) remembering back to when I was a teen who spent most of my time at home dancing to the radio in my bedroom. When I was a little older, my best friend and I wanted to start a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6120047229674578692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6120047229674578692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6120047229674578692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6120047229674578692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/mommy-dance.html' title='Mommy Dance'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-7874183856933527525</id><published>2008-01-03T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:06:58.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Getting Back To Normal - With Wheels!</title><summary type='text'>After being stuck with no vehicle since October, we finally have found a really cute Jeep Liberty that we are picking up tomorrow. Yippee! It's going to be the perfect chickmobile for me and the girls :0)I am a homebody and don't go out a lot but when I can't when I want to, it drives me stir crazy!My inlaws were really good about letting us use their truck  and van but I don't like driving other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/7874183856933527525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=7874183856933527525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7874183856933527525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/7874183856933527525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-is-getting-back-to-normal-with.html' title='Life Is Getting Back To Normal - With Wheels!'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-664632680600401430</id><published>2007-12-31T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T11:21:47.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids and music'/><title type='text'>What Do Your Young Children Listen To?</title><summary type='text'>I've never been big on kid's music. In fact the only "kid's" musician I could stomach was Raffi, and I enjoy his music because he doesn't just stick to kid sounding music. If that makes any sense!  I guess I always figured that if I was going to spend money on music, it had better be something I enjoyed. ;) Raffi did do a lot to help me survive trips in cars with babies and toddlers though. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/664632680600401430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=664632680600401430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/664632680600401430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/664632680600401430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-do-your-young-children-listen-to.html' title='What Do Your Young Children Listen To?'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-8451362034613039215</id><published>2007-12-27T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T12:01:53.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Boxing Day Sales</title><summary type='text'>I hope everyone enjoyed Christmas and have been able to kick back a little before the New Year, my favourite time.As luck would have it, we've got the flu around here, my husband, my youngest daughter and I had to stay home for Christmas (we usually go to my inlaws).We still aren't out and about enough to brave the malls for boxing day sales, but it occurred to me to try searching online for some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8451362034613039215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8451362034613039215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8451362034613039215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8451362034613039215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/12/online-boxing-day-sales.html' title='Online Boxing Day Sales'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-6668020759036132241</id><published>2007-12-17T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:46:16.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do when your kids eat up all your phone minutes?</title><summary type='text'>Today I discovered that my cell phone bill was over $400 - YIKES. Apparently my 15 year old son has been over using his cell phone. We share a family plan for the cell phone - my hubby, me, our 2 teens and grandma. We share 1200 minutes and last month - my 15 year old son alone used up almost 1000 minutes all by himself. This is really upsetting - I have confiscated his phone and talked to him </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6668020759036132241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6668020759036132241' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6668020759036132241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6668020759036132241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-do-you-do-when-your-kids-eat-up.html' title='What do you do when your kids eat up all your phone minutes?'/><author><name>MarieY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14013165896283634836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='13' src='http://www.mothersofteens.com/MarieSiggy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-8640107111923555925</id><published>2007-12-09T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:07:54.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird But True</title><summary type='text'>My son came home from work yesterday with an amazing tale to tell.He works at the grocery store in town, his supervisor was a guy I worked with at the grocery store in town over 20 years ago, that was weird! I don't think the guy I worked with liked it much either, he quit after working there over 20 years, his wife ran off with the next door neighbour and now his house is for sale. But I digress</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/8640107111923555925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=8640107111923555925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8640107111923555925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/8640107111923555925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/12/weird-but-true.html' title='Weird But True'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-2423289877297909718</id><published>2007-12-01T16:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T16:08:58.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, I Can Get in the Holiday Mood!</title><summary type='text'>I know I'm not the first person to complain, but I can't believe how early people are getting into the holiday frenzy. For goodness sakes, it's only Dec. 1 NOW and the stores are ridiculously packed, everything is picked over and feels like it's TOO late to be getting ready for Christmas? What the heck is up with that?I know in the United States, it's kind of a tradition that the holiday season </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2423289877297909718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2423289877297909718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2423289877297909718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2423289877297909718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-i-can-get-in-holiday-mood.html' title='Now, I Can Get in the Holiday Mood!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-3405663875366930983</id><published>2007-11-30T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:53:31.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Jokes</title><summary type='text'>My 10 year old daughter loves jokes, she cracked me up yesterday with a few so I thought you might like a laugh. You may have heard them before, but they still make me laugh.Why did Willie Nelson get hit by a car?Because he was on the road again.What do you get when a pig knows karate?Pork Chops.Here is a funny off of a calender called The 365 Stupidest Things Every Said Calender.It's bloopers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3405663875366930983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3405663875366930983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3405663875366930983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3405663875366930983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-jokes.html' title='A Few Jokes'/><author><name>Janice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07958702369979640190</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-12361729.post-2253723062970179603</id><published>2007-11-28T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T06:51:03.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Doula To a Queen</title><summary type='text'>It looks like I may end up an "animal person" after all. LOL! We have a cat who has taken up with us in the last several weeks.  At first she was extremely skittish and when we would open a door to go outside, she would run away. But she got progressively more comfortable with her and now she is letting us feed her and pet her.  This morning she stood at the back door and meowed. She's getting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/2253723062970179603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=2253723062970179603' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2253723062970179603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/2253723062970179603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/11/doula-to-queen.html' title='Doula To a Queen'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-258371142148274462</id><published>2007-11-27T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:01:44.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charlie Brown Christmas Special'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Charlie Brown</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite Christmas cartoons airs tonight on ABC at 8E/7C!A Charlie Brown Christmas http://abc.go.com/specials/cbrown_christmas.htmlI always loved watching the Charlie Brown Christmas Special as a kid, and now I get to enjoy it with my own children.We're going to make some hot cocoa and all get under a blanket and watch Charlie teach his friends the true meaning of Christmas. I love the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/258371142148274462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=258371142148274462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/258371142148274462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/258371142148274462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/11/merry-christmas-charlie-brown.html' title='Merry Christmas Charlie Brown'/><author><name>Chanda</name><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-12361729.post-3666283610836920615</id><published>2007-11-21T20:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T20:53:43.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love it When Hairdressers Play Along</title><summary type='text'>Today the boys got their haircut at our usual salon. Their hairdresser (and mine) Chris always lets the boys choose what kind of haircut they like. This means they pick an animal or character that they want to become in those 20 minutes. Sometimes it's a dinosaur or a dragon.Today....Yep, you guess you guessed it..he's a:And yup his big brother:is none other than:Wish I had such fun haircuts when</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/3666283610836920615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=3666283610836920615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3666283610836920615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/3666283610836920615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-it-when-hairdressers-play-along.html' title='I Love it When Hairdressers Play Along'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-470732537199217502</id><published>2007-11-20T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T05:56:32.028-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids games and toys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Free Guide to Choosing The Best (and Safest) Toys</title><summary type='text'>I've just put together a free 6 page special report entitled:"The Natural Toy Guide - 4 Tips That Will Help You Choose Safe, Classic Toys For Your Kids."In it you'll discover:- The 4 things parents should ask before buying a toy for their child- How you can choose the safest toys for your little ones- Are "educational" toys best?- How to find non-toxic toys for babies and toddlers- The benefits </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/470732537199217502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=470732537199217502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/470732537199217502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/470732537199217502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/11/free-guide-to-choosing-best-and-safest.html' title='Free Guide to Choosing The Best (and Safest) Toys'/><author><name>Carrie Lauth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WAtggdGHZ4E/TsQl7o9KTqI/AAAAAAAAACU/jh7_AzjFhvw/s220/carrie_reasonably_small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12361729.post-6215706657941407900</id><published>2007-11-17T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:26:10.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Involved Dads Rock!</title><summary type='text'>Today, the boys had a playdate with a friend from their old preschool. My husband was excited to hear that my son's would be able to see a friend they hadn't seen in a while and offered to take the kids bowling. Thanks Daddy!Then, just before they arrive, the boys Dad calls and just confirms the directions to our house. He said, "This is really great because I can take my daughter to see  the Bee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/feeds/6215706657941407900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12361729&amp;postID=6215706657941407900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6215706657941407900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12361729/posts/default/6215706657941407900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://becausemomsaidso1.blogspot.com/2007/11/involved-dads-rock.html' title='Involved Dads Rock!'/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17186402682803059963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.aliceseba.com/images/aliceweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
