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And of course this can be carried over to the styles of baby carriers we choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of us are busy Moms, a simple, easy-to-care-for styles is best. These days there are a vast array of choices when shopping for baby carriers. Be sure to consider comfort and fit as well as something you'll want to wear in public. Very important: your image is on display!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know not all of you, dear readers, are that concerned about your sling matching your outfit (and somedays we are just happy to have matching tops and bottoms period. Or just to be out of our pajamas.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for those of us that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt; get into the whole stylish babywearing thing, here are some really great tips, according to Kristen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your shirt should match your sling.&lt;/span&gt; Your sling does&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; have to be according to your baby's gender. So, it is perfectly OK to wear a pink sling if you have a boy (and if it matches your outfit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fitted shirts are worn best under slings.&lt;/span&gt; They look less bulky and more flattering. Avoid baggy or baby doll shirts if you can while babywearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adjust frequently.&lt;/span&gt; If you want to look your best, be sure to check in with a mirror once in a while to make sure that your shirt underneath isn't riding up, baring your bra strap, or showing too much skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Wear your carrier neatly &amp;amp; correctly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Your sling should always be properly worn- not only for safety but also for style. Be sure it's not folded up or bunched in the back, and if you are wearing a mei tai or other carrier with straps, make sure they aren't accentuating unsightly bulges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stay clean.&lt;/span&gt; Spot check that sling for lint and other stains before going out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you can, it is recommended to have in your wardrobe at least one solid sling and two or more print, funky, or dressy styles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you'll be nursing in your sling, nursing shirts are a great option for staying in style and keeping it together without baring all. Wearing layers such as a tank underneath your top that you can easily lower the neckline to nurse is helpful as well as wearing a belly band to cover your stomach while nursing but still stay looking neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For plus-size babywearers, carriers with wide straps like the &lt;a href="http://haveaballbaby.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Baby Ball Overall&lt;/a&gt; mei tai and wider wrap slings are a good choice. If you can, wear a shirt over buckled carriers. And if you choose a printed or patterned sling, larger prints are better for larger bodies. Smaller prints tend to make the body look larger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what your style is, it's most important that you and baby are comfortable and content with your baby carrier. Wear your baby with confidence and ease, and anything will look good on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'll be posting all about &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/search/label/babywearing" target="_blank"&gt;babywearing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/search/label/birth%20stories" target="_blank"&gt;birth stories&lt;/a&gt; in the coming week. You can &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AdventuresInBabywearing" target="_blank"&gt;subscribe to my feed here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, join the &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2005/10/babywearing-bloggers.html" target="_blank"&gt;Babywearing Bloggers blogroll&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/cup-of-me.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-6692616172908621912</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T06:55:02.565-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">birth stories</category><title>And Then She Was Sent Home</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The morning I went into labor with Noah, I was excited and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; sure I was going to have a baby that day. It was my first, so I really wasn't sure if this "was it" but I was hoping it was. It was a few days before my due date and contractions w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ere coming pretty steadily yet, as I'd soon find out, they were not like REAL contractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hubby went on to work and I was to call him if this was really it. I got on the phone with my friend &lt;a href="http://tripfamily.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lori&lt;/a&gt; who just had her first baby two months before. In a couple hours I decide we should head to the hospital and off we go. To have our first baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got into our room and all strapped up to the monitors and such. We were there maybe an hour when the nurse came in and told me what no woman "in labor" wants to hear. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The doctor thinks you should go home.&lt;/span&gt; We were told that my labor would probably speed up there and so forth. And so we left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was just a couple hours later when I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; feeling the pain and hubby and I were on our bed praying as I was laboring away, still not believing that I was sent home from the hospital! Then I heard a "snap" and my water broke! There on the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ed as Jeff read from the Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We knew we were allowed to head back to the hospital now that my water had broke. I had my focal point (a picture of my dog) and did very well with my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Lamaze breathing. I had planned to go all natural but did accept an IV with stadol "to take the edge off." It made me drowsy but I was still able to concentrate on my breathing. Within about an hour I was feeling the pushing urge and had Jeff get a nurse. Our doctor was on his way and was literally throwing on his gloves as Noah was making his entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noah Jeffrey was born at 4:14 pm, 7 lbs 7 oz on February 16, 2001. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKuI9BYO7oI/AAAAAAAADAs/5d6bNriCSfg/s1600-h/Noah6weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKuI9BYO7oI/AAAAAAAADAs/5d6bNriCSfg/s200/Noah6weeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236429573671808642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Noah, 6 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our first son, our peaceful one.  It was literally love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKuI9RaFdSI/AAAAAAAADA0/kL2YbcLGWCw/s1600-h/Noahnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKuI9RaFdSI/AAAAAAAADA0/kL2YbcLGWCw/s200/Noahnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236429577974543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Noah, 7 1/2 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/and-then-she-was-sent-home.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-4597907346329387331</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T00:00:00.785-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing questions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing conference</category><title>Your Babywearing Questions, Part 1</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://sidetrackd.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jana&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is your preferred carrier for hot weather&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer a lightweight ring sling, not double-layered, and maybe made of linen or cotton. Mei tais are great as I feel that the air flow can get to Mom &amp;amp; baby easier, and woven wraps are also ideal as it also has only one layer compared to other carriers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to be by water, a mesh water sling like &lt;a href="http://www.nestbabysling.com/products/water-sling" target="_blank"&gt;this one from Nest&lt;/a&gt; is fantastic, and also something I used everyday in the shower with Gray as a newborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://barefootinthegarden.typepad.com/barefoot_in_the_garden/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would LOVE first hand observations of the $$$$ slings and wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the first class I attended at the babywearing conference, an instructor was wearing a &lt;a href="http://www.pslingnewyork.com/store_home.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Psling&lt;/a&gt;. Oh my. So beautiful and from what I could see, and how she described her experience with it, yes- it is worth the money! I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; impressed by the make and feel of the &lt;a href="http://www.oopababy.com/shop/main" target="_blank"&gt;Oopa Slings&lt;/a&gt; that were at the &lt;a href="http://www.sobebabies.com/shop/" target="_blank"&gt;SoBeBabies&lt;/a&gt; booth. I also saw firsthand the &lt;a href="http://store.peppermint.com/didymos.html" target="_blank"&gt;Didymos&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.theslingstation.com/storch.html" target="_blank"&gt;Storchenwiege&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wraps, both of which I found to be equal in quality and heard from other babywearers that either are great woven wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://myboyandme.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Madeline&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I want to know if its possible to carry a baby beyond 35 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As long as it is comfortable for you, it is possible to carry a baby beyond 35 lbs. Many carriers suggest up to 40 lbs. The best way to carry a larger baby is on your back in a two-shoulder carrier such as a wrap or mei tai. You'll want to use a woven wrap, and not a stretchy wrap as it will sag after about 20 lbs. If you are concerned about getting baby on your back, use someone to help you or a mirror for the first few times, and maybe try using a baby doll or a bag of rice before trying it out with baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From Kim&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- I have a 14 month old who is only 16 lbs, so I carry her everywhere. I am also 5 1/2 months pregnant - so I am wondering what you have found that works. I am really running out of room for her on my front and side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babywearing while pregnant is not something that is often heartily recommended, but it is possible. Some tips I got were to wear baby in a mei tai or &lt;a href="http://www.wearsthebaby.com/babywearing/podegi.html" target="_blank"&gt;podaegi&lt;/a&gt; up high on your back, with the straps tied in the &lt;a href="http://www.thebabywearer.com/articles/HowTo/MBTibetan.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Tibetan tie&lt;/a&gt; above your belly. And another Mom told me how she wore her baby while 9 months preggo by using the &lt;a href="http://www.ergobabycarrier.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ergo&lt;/a&gt; with straps under the belly and resting on her hips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally stopped wearing Gray after a few months pregnant because it just wasn't very comfortable for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;From &lt;a href="http://seeryus.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Seeryus Mama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- What is the best carrier to carry your baby so they are facing out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is something else that I was surprised to learn about at the babywearing conference. Wearing your baby facing out is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; recommended! For newborns, the main problem is overstimulation. For mom, especially as baby gets larger, your center of gravity is much better when baby is facing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most carriers that are made for facing out, such as the &lt;a href="http://www.babybjorn.com/Countries/USA/" target="_blank"&gt;Baby Bjorn&lt;/a&gt;, have the baby's legs and feet hanging straight down in front, which is not good for the baby's hips and spine. The pressure on the crotch artery can also make baby's feet go numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your baby is going to be worn facing out, the &lt;a href="http://simplyplainjane.blogspot.com/2008/05/sling-use-instructions-kangaroo-carry.html" target="_blank"&gt;Kangaroo Carry&lt;/a&gt; with feet in is best- you can do this in a ring sling, pouch, and wrap. If they must have their legs hanging out, it would be best in a stretchy wrap or a wrap hybrid like the &lt;a href="http://www.babyktan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Baby Ktan&lt;/a&gt;. Try to make sure their legs are spread froggy style rather than hanging straight down. The best way to get baby used to not facing out is to never give them the option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a babywearing question, please feel free to &lt;a href="mailto:jsprecourt@yahoo.com"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt; or leave it in the comments below! Stay tuned for Your Babywearing Questions part 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting all about babywearing and birth stories in the coming week. You can &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AdventuresInBabywearing"target="_blank"&gt;subscribe to my feed here&lt;/a&gt;. Also, join the &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2005/10/babywearing-bloggers.html"target="_blank"&gt;Babywearing Bloggers blogroll&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/your-babywearing-questions-part-1.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-3786542237495378437</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T11:00:29.885-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing conference</category><title>Carrying The Future</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKmKCI9gOgI/AAAAAAAADAc/VzLHbe4Vhzk/s1600-h/babyGray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKmKCI9gOgI/AAAAAAAADAc/VzLHbe4Vhzk/s200/babyGray.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235867811164731906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was really moved by the keynote address at the &lt;a href="http://www.babywearingconference.com/"target="_blank"&gt;Babywearing Conference&lt;/a&gt; this past June in Chicago. &lt;a href="http://www.thebabywearer.com/" target="_blank"&gt;TheBabywearer.com&lt;/a&gt;'s founder, Jen Norton, was the main speaker, and her journey in motherhood was one we all can probably relate to in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her babywearing adventures began by just picking up some books by Dr. Sears as well as &lt;a href="http://www.continuum-concept.org/" target="_blank"&gt;The Continuum Concept&lt;/a&gt;. She had guilt about how she parented her first child, and resolved to do things differently for the next baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found that it felt good to be close to her child, that parenting could be a positive experience, and she wanted to share this with others. At the time, there was not enough solid research to support babywearing despite the fact that it was just plain common sense and had been around for so long in many other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen noticed obstacles for widespread babywearing... there were definitely studies about the benefits of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kangaroo_care" target="_blank"&gt;Kangaroo Care&lt;/a&gt;- showing that stimulation &amp;amp; movement was good for development, touch, and communication. And all of that indirectly supports babywearing. But it was all about the benefits to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;, and not about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;. And it just makes sense that babies get the best care when Mothers are happy and supported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started reading about maternal well being and how babywearing could help the Mother's state of mind. It's been found that the emotional and psychological benefits of babywearing is linked to the continuing of the womb-like environment when babies are carried close. It's snug and warm with constant contact &amp;amp; movement. Babies cry less when carried on a regular basis, which means they are happier and give contented feedback to their mother, with quiet alert times. They sleep and eat better, and are overall more positive than babies that are not carried on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt;, this leaves the mother feeling a sense of competence- and you know how good it is to feel like we're doing a good job as a Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lovely waltz... Mother &amp;amp; baby interact more as babies are worn close. There is good verbal and physical contact, and naturally Mom learns to recognize baby's needs better. It's a dance they learn together and more quickly through babywearing as the bonding process is enhanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen explained an interesting experiment with a group of mothers that had babies with baby carriers and a group without. The babywearing group was found to be more securely attached as mother &amp;amp; child, the mother's sensitivity was higher and those mothers appeared to experience more joy in parenting than the non-babywearing group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one important note that Jen expressed with her heart was- that because a Mother's need for support is so very necessary in feeling like she is doing a good job as a Mom- we mustn't ever criticize someone for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;wearing their baby. We should never make another Mother feel less-than or that what she is doing is wrong. If it works for her, that is what is most important. These findings about the benefits of babywearing that Jen Norton was sharing is what has been found through her extensive research, and while I hope that every Mom could experience the bliss of babywearing that I've known in my own life, I can not expect every Mom to be just like me. I want the "every Mom" to be just who she needs to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to put into words sometimes, but it's true that the benefits from wearing your baby goes way beyond just the obvious convenience of having your hands free to do other things. There is plenty of enjoyment through babywearing without the need to have a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reason &lt;/span&gt;to hold your child or need to get something done at the time. You are carrying the future... and sometimes that is just enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/carrying-future.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-3784602780782501728</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 02:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T21:17:42.325-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Eye's View</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">carter</category><title>Under My Wing</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKja1o2oXtI/AAAAAAAADAM/0RI6KdH3V4U/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKja1o2oXtI/AAAAAAAADAM/0RI6KdH3V4U/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235675181852679890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carter's staying the night at &lt;a href="http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Mimi's&lt;/a&gt; tonight and it feels like I'm missing a limb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; I need to cut the cord, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I need to let them wander from the nest once in a while, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; I just love all my babies so much and like to have them close. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong in that at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/under-my-wing.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-7966217304626295293</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T08:00:00.312-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babywearing conference</category><title>Adventures In Babywearing, Revisited</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a while since I've &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/05/adventures-in-babywearing-while.html" target="_blank"&gt;last done&lt;/a&gt; some babywearing. (If you don't count the constant toting of this baby on the inside.) And I'm getting super excited and ready to start up again. I keep envisioning my sweet baby nestled in my ring sling the first couple days and the smell of her head and the warmth of her so close... it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got so much to tell you about the Babywearing Conference I attended back in June! I learned a lot and collected some of your great questions and plan to answer every single one very soon. Feel free to ask more in the meantime, if you'd like, and I promise to do the best I can to answer every single one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about the awesome &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2005/10/babywearing-bloggers.html" target="_blank"&gt;Babywearing Bloggers Blogroll&lt;/a&gt; listing all the babywearing bloggers out there. Also, the Baby Sling Blog has a little &lt;a href="http://www.babyslingblog.com/190/august-babywearing-photo-contest-beaches/" target="_blank"&gt;contest&lt;/a&gt; going on if you'd like to share your babywearing pics by the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of water, many people have asked if I am planning a water birth. I am not. I actually might labor in the bathtub if I wish (and I've done this before going to the hospital with my other births) but I imagine that I will also be moving around and the baby will most likely be born in our bedroom or wherever I might be in my house at that very special time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, um, that time is coming so soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/adventures-in-babywearing-revisited.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-5102602875347483841</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T09:20:05.979-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Eye's View</category><title>I Can Hear Myself Think</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The weather has been more than pleasant the past few days. I've had the windows open and tv and music off. It's amazing how much I can hear myself think in the quiet times. I feel my body not only physically readying for childbirth, but now find my mind settling and slowing down in preparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in these moments I've been a better listener, to His voice, and to my own intuition. I realize that what I write here gives the appearance that I am consumed by motherhood and pregnancy. But, it is not the Mother in me that writes here, it is the Writer. It is Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; the Mom whose child had and was healed of epilepsy. I am not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; a Mother who is about to have her fourth baby. I am not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; the Mom that is making her way day in and day out with her hopes and dreams pinned upon her children. I have a purpose. And in the quiet, I find that purpose revealed more clearly. Sometimes ever changing. But it's real. And it's just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by those things being a part of me, the Mom that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;, I can be used to do great things. By being someone that still has dreams and desires beyond the realm of having small children, I can be used to do great things. By the unknown ahead of me, I can be used to do great things. And just what defines &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;? To you, or even to me, it might seem small. But if I can be a light in the darkness, even a small light can lead the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I can be still in the stillness, there is so much to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/i-can-hear-myself-think.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-701054876846879236</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T07:06:32.313-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kid Stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grayson</category><title>Allrighty Then</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My eyes popped open at 5:49 this morning and I realized that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone had &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/nursery.html"target="_blank"&gt;slept in his firetruck bed&lt;/a&gt; all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I couldn't just go back to sleep. I had to go check on him. Only, I couldn't FIND him. He wasn't in his firetruck bed. And he wasn't on the floor. I rubbed my eyes and tried to wake up and thought I better check my bed again. Maybe he did get in bed with me after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I headed downstairs and checked the couch and playroom, then down another flight of stairs to check the couch down there. In the meantime I rouse hubby awake and tell him I can't find Gray. We check the firetruck bed again and then there, up on the top bunk curled up next to Carter, was a sleeping Gray. He's actually still sleeping there right now. I covered him up and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby thinks I'm jealous. I just wonder why he went up there to his brother, and not into my room? I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; jealous! I don't think...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/allrighty-then.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-3238478223579099234</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-14T08:00:03.572-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">belly shot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby bump</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>Happiness Is A Full Belly</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGTdNCa9KI/AAAAAAAAC-0/NN26xiKYN-A/s1600-h/stephand+ivy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGTdNCa9KI/AAAAAAAAC-0/NN26xiKYN-A/s320/stephand+ivy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233626371906532514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Belly 35 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Photo by &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.com/"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=ZS0iNK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=ZS0iNK" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=HDhGqk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=HDhGqk" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=bLHpLk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=bLHpLk" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=05WNFK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=05WNFK" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=5qdMkK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=5qdMkK" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/happiness-is-full-belly.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-3687322569874202599</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-18T07:52:17.090-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">belly shot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby bump</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">carter</category><title>If Only My Legs Were That Long And Skinny</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKOhdfkM9QI/AAAAAAAAC_0/dj33IMUjig0/s1600-h/MOM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKOhdfkM9QI/AAAAAAAAC_0/dj33IMUjig0/s320/MOM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234204719996269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Carter's rendering of this week's belly pic.&lt;br /&gt;Also linked up at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforspecialneeds.com/245/magic-marker-monday"&gt;Magic Marker Monday&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforspecialneeds.com/"&gt;5 Minutes For Special Needs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/if-only-my-legs-were-that-long-and.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-9112832884661300374</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T06:19:19.009-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grayson</category><title>Not The Baby Much Longer</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGRdKsssMI/AAAAAAAAC-k/2UOIMEQ0LMk/s1600-h/DSC_9487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGRdKsssMI/AAAAAAAAC-k/2UOIMEQ0LMk/s320/DSC_9487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233624172255293634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGR3-AHTsI/AAAAAAAAC-s/wgY-Wsj_Z4g/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGR3-AHTsI/AAAAAAAAC-s/wgY-Wsj_Z4g/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233624632703536834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Whatever. He'll always be my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/i_should_be_folding_laund/" target="_blank"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=89ufWK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=89ufWK" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=bqF24k"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=bqF24k" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=1k8SQk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=1k8SQk" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=Q31htK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=Q31htK" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?a=6pKxfK"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~f/AdventuresInBabywearing?i=6pKxfK" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/not-baby-much-longer.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-6994123314481726090</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T09:55:20.423-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">park mamas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Kid Stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friends</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>Friendly</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This morning Noah said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't you feel better Mom, since you got to be with your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGgOS5GQFI/AAAAAAAAC-8/CT5zwhoh4wU/s1600-h/all6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGgOS5GQFI/AAAAAAAAC-8/CT5zwhoh4wU/s320/all6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233640409431162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGkHv_v1cI/AAAAAAAAC_s/Mzlft_SeDNM/s1600-h/jcnoah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGkHv_v1cI/AAAAAAAAC_s/Mzlft_SeDNM/s200/jcnoah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233644695031109058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday we had an impromptu picnic at the park with Crooked Eyebrow and Beth. It was the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; time our children had ever met, but within less than two seconds they were already buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All six of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGie1T0VjI/AAAAAAAAC_c/olk4KVgio2U/s1600-h/DSC_9546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGie1T0VjI/AAAAAAAAC_c/olk4KVgio2U/s320/DSC_9546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233642892571203122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What happens in the time between&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt; and, say, our age? It's a phenomenon to me, how kids can instantly run off playing and have the BestTimeEver when they've known each other all of ten minutes. And why don't we do that more as adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGjVAfA7cI/AAAAAAAAC_k/DbJQVDyo85E/s1600-h/DSC_9538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKGjVAfA7cI/AAAAAAAAC_k/DbJQVDyo85E/s320/DSC_9538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233643823283891650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes. I didn't know I wasn't before, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; feel better now that I got to be with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos by &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/i_should_be_folding_laund/" target="_blank"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.crookedeyebrow.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Crooked Eyebrow&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/friendly.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-6793090120880647081</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 03:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T22:39:30.765-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggy stuff</category><title>Oh The Places You'll Go</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKEEuS-eyvI/AAAAAAAAC-E/B66kGfXwquo/s1600-h/yummymummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKEEuS-eyvI/AAAAAAAAC-E/B66kGfXwquo/s200/yummymummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233469435395623666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've got a pretty cool giveaway of $200 in goodies at my NWIparent Magazine blog &lt;a href="http://nwitimes.com/parent/blogs/closetohome/?p=82" target="_blank"&gt;Close To Home&lt;/a&gt; this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKEFXGKydqI/AAAAAAAAC-M/zLEIyDUrqSQ/s1600-h/guide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKEFXGKydqI/AAAAAAAAC-M/zLEIyDUrqSQ/s200/guide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233470136332220066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the awesomeness of my &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/06/adventures-in-surprises.html" target="_blank"&gt;surprise baby shower&lt;/a&gt;? You can win some of that fabulousness if you head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.mamaspeaks.com/reviews/2008/08/come-on-you-kno.html" target="_blank"&gt;Mama Speaks&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKEFgBYdN1I/AAAAAAAAC-U/b0NvrV9PaU8/s1600-h/ruby_and_roja_ad_button.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SKEFgBYdN1I/AAAAAAAAC-U/b0NvrV9PaU8/s200/ruby_and_roja_ad_button.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233470289666193234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;d you know all the loveliness that is my blog design? And &lt;a href="http://mimistoes.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;my Mom's&lt;/a&gt;? Well &lt;a href="http://www.rubyandroja.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Ruby &amp;amp; Roja&lt;/a&gt; is celebrating big by &lt;a href="http://www.rubyandroja.com/2008/08/all-grown-up/" target="_blank"&gt;giving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rubyandroja.com/2008/08/all-grown-up/" target="_blank"&gt; away a new blog design&lt;/a&gt;. You know you &lt;strike&gt;need&lt;/strike&gt; want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/oh-places-youll-go.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-3065891639447099893</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 12:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-11T07:34:34.018-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Eye's View</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Noah's Story</category><title>Welcome Normal</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's funny how quickly we forget. When life is full of storms and heartaches and pain and uncertainties all we pray for is for things to be normal again. For the everyday life that we once took for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then eventually you settle into that normal life again, usually with some bumps and wrinkles that weren't there before but it's your new normal now and that is ok. And before you know it, it becomes your everyday life that you now take for granted. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I get farther and farther away from some of the most difficult times in my life as a Mom, when I didn't know what was going to happen to my &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2006/05/full-story.html" target="_blank"&gt;oldest son&lt;/a&gt;, if he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;going to be even close to normal again, I honestly couldn't imagine living a regular life like we do now. Just two years ago this month he was able to come off his &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2006/03/2-year-diet-anniversary.html"target="_blank"&gt;special diet&lt;/a&gt; and eat, like, regular food again. He was able to go to a regular school despite being told otherwise, and he was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alive&lt;/span&gt;. A regular boy. And going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a long time to settle into that new normal of no more seizures and no more hospitals and no more special diet. Even still I had to pack accordingly for Gray this weekend at the lake (he's allergic to dairy, egg, &amp;amp; nuts) but those diet restrictions seem like nothing. And have become normal, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still find myself forgetting and slumping about the daily routine. The mundane and the blah. And I forget that this is what I prayed for- to just live like a regular family. For a long time that outfit didn't fit and it wasn't comfortable. But now it does, and I didn't even notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that we can't have excitement in our lives- excitement is good. But there have just been many things lately that I've probably not done with my whole heart and now I'm going to make a bigger effort to do so. Because this normal life is something I longed for. And I don't want to take it for granted. I don't know if it will go away again, so I am cherishing it right now. Dishes and dirty laundry and car repairs and crumby floor and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Normal. Please stay a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/welcome-normal.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-6379582131923417641</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Aug 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-10T09:17:26.453-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beachy</category><title>The Lake</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ73qz8WKvI/AAAAAAAAC90/A24A4My5RqA/s1600-h/DSCN6603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ73qz8WKvI/AAAAAAAAC90/A24A4My5RqA/s200/DSCN6603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232892131920980722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lake again. This time it was a small beach with no waves and a private area where I could actually relax and let the the kids- gasp!- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play in the water.&lt;/span&gt; And go on boats and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ72y0AVgeI/AAAAAAAAC9k/xdHgFlrbLH0/s1600-h/DSCN6608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ72y0AVgeI/AAAAAAAAC9k/xdHgFlrbLH0/s200/DSCN6608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232891169865040354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carter went tubing. Noah got a leech on his foot, and a little girlfriend. Gray loved his "suit" (life jacket) and insisted on wearing it the whole day long, even for the bonfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ73FQgCWAI/AAAAAAAAC9s/T9Aa6DzxQUk/s1600-h/DSCN6615-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ73FQgCWAI/AAAAAAAAC9s/T9Aa6DzxQUk/s200/DSCN6615-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232891486751840258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I could get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/lake.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-4932624062819774623</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T08:08:01.935-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby on the way</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">music</category><title>the playlist</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ0FEp3vvlI/AAAAAAAAC9U/fxc8j-7GyJc/s1600-h/DSCN6602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJ0FEp3vvlI/AAAAAAAAC9U/fxc8j-7GyJc/s200/DSCN6602.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232343919591669330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here is the first of probably several playlists I'll have ready for the birth day. I usually find quiet and slow instrumental music to be most soothing, and these songs each have a happy but peaceful energy that I am excited to invite for the coming of my new baby. And coincidentally most of them reference birth and water and movement and flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;far far- yael naim&lt;br /&gt;proudest monkey- dave matthews&lt;br /&gt;free/bliss/billy breathes/swept away- phish&lt;br /&gt;sleeping- glen hansard &amp;amp; marketa irglova&lt;br /&gt;five string serenade- mazzy star&lt;br /&gt;song for mahila- yo la tengo&lt;br /&gt;how my heart behaves- feist&lt;br /&gt;walking after you- foo fighters&lt;br /&gt;upward over the mountain- iron &amp;amp; wine&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah- jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready- tracy chapman&lt;br /&gt;concerning the ufo sighting...- sufjan stevens&lt;br /&gt;be here now- ray lamontagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/playlist.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-1439271491168803095</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T13:25:27.801-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby on the way</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">breastfeeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">grayson</category><title>The Nursery</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am asked quite often about the baby's nursery. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh I bet you have it all ready! How are you decorating the nursery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And every time I have to think for a second and remember that many people do get a nursery ready for their baby. A room all for them. We did it for both Noah &amp;amp; Carter and theirs were each decked out complete with matching crib set and window valance and pictures on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it came time for Gray, we weren't ready to give up our extra bedroom that had now become the playroom and we weren't ready to have a baby in the same room with the older boys. It seemed that keeping him in our room was the best option. We used a cradle, crib, and mostly co-slept. Whatever got us the most sleep that night, basically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we'll do the same for this baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago Gray officially weaned from breastfeeding and we started really focusing on getting him to sleep in his brothers' room. He had a crib in there, but at some point every night, he'd climb out and nuzzle his way in bed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the arrival of the new baby nears, I've wanted to get him to stay in his bed all night. So, we found him a &lt;a href="http://www.step2.com/product.cfm?product_id=1165" target="_blank"&gt;firetruck bed&lt;/a&gt;! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Craigslist... very cheap!&lt;/span&gt;) He loves it and most nights I can be found snuggling with him in the firetruck bed until he falls asleep. Yes- all 8 1/2 months pregnant that I am. He always makes his way back into my bed at some point in the night, or as of late he's been trying to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; to come back to sleep in his firetruck bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love those moments right before he falls asleep. His voice is sweeter, his eyes more sparkly, and I think this might be when love grows the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I quietly whispered in his ear and reminded him that when baby Ivy comes, she will have &lt;a href="http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/02/goodbye-boo.html" target="_blank"&gt;boo&lt;/a&gt;. He touched my chest and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have boo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love your boo.&lt;/span&gt; (Oh how he loved the boo.) I told him that no, he doesn't have boo anymore, but now baby Ivy will. He smiled and said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll have Mommy boo and baby Ivy can have Daddy boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we got into a giggling fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a bit more about breastfeeding and comedy at the &lt;a href="http://svmomblog.typepad.com/chicago_moms/2008/08/confession-i-ha.html" target="_blank"&gt;Chicago Moms Blog today&lt;/a&gt;, too. I freely will admit that I so love nursing my children. I pray that sweet Ivy will love it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/nursery.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-4170633781661408974</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 03:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T23:02:56.087-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">5 Minutes For Parenting</category><title>Am I Only Dreaming?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm getting all metaphoric and deep about things at &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/41/were-all-in-this-together/" target="_blank"&gt;5 Minutes For Parenting&lt;/a&gt;, if you'd like to join me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/am-i-only-dreaming.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-5396877785001076507</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T08:14:54.623-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">belly shot</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby bump</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shoes</category><title>Lady Bug Belly</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJpqO9bil8I/AAAAAAAAC88/WVS_rZfjvTk/s1600-h/DSCN6592-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJpqO9bil8I/AAAAAAAAC88/WVS_rZfjvTk/s320/DSCN6592-1-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231610722385041346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyday I sneak a peek at all the cute little things I have waiting for the baby. These lady bug shoes were sent to me as a gift from my sweet blogging friend Katja at &lt;a href="http://skimbaco.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Skimbaco&lt;/a&gt;. I just can't wait until my little girl can put them on her toesies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Belly 34 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/lady-bug-belly.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-1228864610781636101</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T08:00:17.586-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Eye's View</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">baby on the way</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pregnancy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">homebirth</category><title>We Don't Need Another Hero</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJjfwmQujYI/AAAAAAAAC8s/Ly3Capehdhc/s1600-h/IMG_9285final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJjfwmQujYI/AAAAAAAAC8s/Ly3Capehdhc/s200/IMG_9285final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231176993188253058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My midwife came over the other night and it is getting so exciting discussing our plans and wishes and just how real and close we are to meeting our new baby. I have never felt more sure about having our baby at home, and know that it's something many Moms would love to do, many have done, and many could never see themselves doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about how I prefer to give birth, in a quiet, peaceful environment with no medication, I never once have thought about myself trying to be a hero. I have made these choices because they are pleasant to hubby and me, and I wouldn't tough anything like childbirth out just to show it off like some trophy. In my own experience, natural childbirth is much more comfortable for me than medicated. I am confident in my understanding of my body doing what it needs to do and my ability to listen. This is something that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; feel proud of, for myself. It is quite empowering. But it is not heroic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The miracle of conception, pregnancy, and childbirth are altogether so amazing and supernatural in so many ways- how the baby makes his or her ultimate entrance into our world isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; extraordinary event. For some parents it's the two pink lines, or the first look in your child's eyes, the counting of their toes, the comparing of their hands to yours, the first time at your breast, their tiny-ness and their very being. Their very life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a way of doing our own thing. This is mine. To me it is living. It is beautiful. It is new life. It is my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/we-dont-need-another-hero.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-835846654584899617</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 18:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T13:13:45.498-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun Stuff</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photos</category><title>LYLAS! Stay Cool! &amp; Have A Great Summer!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I totally need to de-stress and chill out after last night's storm that came through our area and had me a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I'm calling for some fun and just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.yearbookyourself.com/" target="_blank"&gt;yearbook myself&lt;/a&gt; thanks to &lt;a href="http://myhomesweethomeonline.net/2008/08/02/winners-for-the-first-2-contests/" target="_blank"&gt;My Home Sweet Home&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A beauty in 1960, so very church lady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiKa2FNTiI/AAAAAAAAC78/clyZe3c7JdA/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiKa2FNTiI/AAAAAAAAC78/clyZe3c7JdA/s200/myYearbookPhoto1960.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231083160989421090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1966, I kinda dig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiPc5q9sII/AAAAAAAAC8E/9vBaC8aifkI/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiPc5q9sII/AAAAAAAAC8E/9vBaC8aifkI/s200/myYearbookPhoto66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231088693870964866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1976... um, really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiQwYSaf-I/AAAAAAAAC8M/Jh2iZU4j2EY/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiQwYSaf-I/AAAAAAAAC8M/Jh2iZU4j2EY/s200/myYearbookPhoto76.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090128018636770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, 1982,  how do you even get hair to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiQ7XGh8bI/AAAAAAAAC8U/wvTstRO7x0Y/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiQ7XGh8bI/AAAAAAAAC8U/wvTstRO7x0Y/s200/myYearbookPhoto82.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090316678918578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In 1994 it was all about the hand-chin pose and spiral perm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiR2ki_8VI/AAAAAAAAC8k/mdQvprdmZoc/s1600-h/1994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiR2ki_8VI/AAAAAAAAC8k/mdQvprdmZoc/s200/1994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231091333900267858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And how about that 1996- maybe I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; do blonde someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiRb9dpWqI/AAAAAAAAC8c/UopT5EVWJcQ/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJiRb9dpWqI/AAAAAAAAC8c/UopT5EVWJcQ/s200/myYearbookPhoto96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231090876732234402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, then. Let me know if you play along. And stay sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/lylas-stay-cool-have-great-summer.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-4134679864754022810</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T14:25:38.024-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">5 Minutes For Parenting</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">videos</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">5 Minutes For Mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">BlogHer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">guest posting</category><title>My 5 Minutes Of Fame</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's a &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/3936/video-steph-part" target="_blank"&gt;little video&lt;/a&gt; up of part of my interview with Janice &amp;amp; Susan from 5 Minutes For Mom talking about &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/" target="_blank"&gt;5 Minutes For Parenting&lt;/a&gt; at BlogHer. And seriously, I couldn't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; rounder. Oh my goodness. The camera added 10 lbs on the baby, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/3936/video-steph-part/"target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k210/5m4m/buttons/interview/icouldlarge.jpg" border="0" alt="FameBanner"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can also be found &lt;a href="http://crunchydomesticgoddess.com/2008/08/05/guest-post-shot-from-the-heart/" target="_blank"&gt;guest posting at Crunchy Domestic Goddess&lt;/a&gt; today, too. And then later will most likely be found napping and eating celery and napping some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.adventuresinbabywearing.com/2008/08/my-5-minutes-of-fame.html</link><author>jsprecourt@yahoo.com (Adventures In Babywearing)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20266288.post-3778311927539322315</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T08:10:18.528-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my life</category><title>We Kissed By The Light Of The Oven Clock</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It felt like forever, but we were officially dating one whole month before hubby and I had our first kiss. It was a moment I had been waiting for, but was so incredibly nervous about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd have thought it was my very first kiss ever. We'd gone on many dates already, and I'm sure he wanted to kiss me long before, but there, in the dark kitchen of my parents' house, as we were getting ready to say goodbye for the night, he asked if he could kiss me. And I said yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In just two more months he'd ask me to marry him. And I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I asked him if I could write about our first kiss. He said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do you want to know the exact date? I have it written down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love this man.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was November 7, 1998. We married October 9, 1999 and had our first big kiss in front of a very large audience .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJRJwuN7EwI/AAAAAAAAC7k/iJ1wL7i8fvU/s1600-h/CakeKiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Rv0vKfDgVSc/SJRJwuN7EwI/AAAAAAAAC7k/iJ1wL7i8fvU/s200/CakeKiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886168672965378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am so glad I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post has been submitted to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://scribbit.blogspot.com/2008/08/augusts-write-away-contest.html"target="_blank"&gt;Scribbit's August Write Away Contest "First Kiss."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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