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  <entry>
    <title>Lost my blog</title>
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    <published>2009-11-01T20:05:15-06:00</published>
    <updated>2009-11-01T20:05:15-06:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
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    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <category term="Technology &amp; Web" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<P>Hello there!</p>
<P>&nbsp;</p>
<P>Today I accidentally deleted a gmail account and lost access to my blog <A href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
<P>I am heartbroken as this was my mommy journal, and I feel like I've lost so many memories!&nbsp; Anyone out there knows if there is hope?</p>
<P>I've tried the help forums and send e-mails to Google to try to restore my account with no luck!</p>    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<P>Hello there!</p>
<P>&nbsp;</p>
<P>Today I accidentally deleted a gmail account and lost access to my blog <A href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
<P>I am heartbroken as this was my mommy journal, and I feel like I've lost so many memories!&nbsp; Anyone out there knows if there is hope?</p>
<P>I've tried the help forums and send e-mails to Google to try to restore my account with no luck!</p>    ]]></content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Cuando Un Amigo Se Va (When a Friend Leaves)</title>
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    <published>2009-10-08T23:19:43-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-10-08T23:19:43-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Life" />
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <category term="Friendship" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<P>There is a song called "Cuando un Amigo se Va" by Alberto Cortez and the lyrics go something like this:<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves,<BR />there is an empty space<BR />that can not be filled<BR />by any other new friend.<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves<BR />it leaves a burning flame<BR />that cannot be turned off<BR />even by the biggest rain<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves<BR />a star stops shinning<BR />the one that used to brighten<BR />children sleeping soundly<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves<BR />it's like a fallen tree<BR />that will never grow back<BR />defeated by the wind</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<P>There is a song called "Cuando un Amigo se Va" by Alberto Cortez and the lyrics go something like this:<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves,<BR />there is an empty space<BR />that can not be filled<BR />by any other new friend.<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves<BR />it leaves a burning flame<BR />that cannot be turned off<BR />even by the biggest rain<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves<BR />a star stops shinning<BR />the one that used to brighten<BR />children sleeping soundly<BR /><BR />When a friend leaves<BR />it's like a fallen tree<BR />that will never grow back<BR />defeated by the wind</p>
<P>To view full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot" title="http://4everamommy.blogspot">http://4everamommy.blogspot</a></p>    ]]></content>
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  <entry>
    <title>The Last Diaper</title>
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    <published>2009-10-05T23:05:16-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-10-05T23:05:16-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <category term="potty training" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<P>I'm done cleaning pooped and peed diapers that weight a ton. Finished. This is it.<BR /><BR />So, I bit the bullet and bought and downloaded the <A href="http://www.3daypottytraining.com/"><SPAN style="COLOR: #aa77aa">3-Day Potty Training Program </span></a>advertised on <A href="http://www.parents.com/"><SPAN style="COLOR: #aa77aa">Parents Magazine</span></a>. I read the whole thing and I am ready to spend the next three days grounded, following the instructions step by step.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<P>I'm done cleaning pooped and peed diapers that weight a ton. Finished. This is it.<BR /><BR />So, I bit the bullet and bought and downloaded the <A href="http://www.3daypottytraining.com/"><SPAN style="COLOR: #aa77aa">3-Day Potty Training Program </span></a>advertised on <A href="http://www.parents.com/"><SPAN style="COLOR: #aa77aa">Parents Magazine</span></a>. I read the whole thing and I am ready to spend the next three days grounded, following the instructions step by step.</p>
<P>To see full post, please visit my blog at <A href="http://4everamommy.blogspot">http://4everamommy.blogspot</a></p>    ]]></content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Preschool</title>
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    <published>2009-09-02T16:25:04-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T16:25:04-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Life" />
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p></p>
<p></p><P>Last weekend, the girl gave us a run for our money by being extremely difficult and whiny, more than anything. Her father and I were at the end of out wits, although luckily it seemed that we were taking turns on loosing our patience with her.<BR /><BR />Came Monday morning, and I found myself wishing I were one of the parents whose kid got accepted into preschool. Due to my negligence on checking age requirements on time, the girl was on a wait list and was No. 21 on that list. Note much hope.<BR /><BR />Tuesday morning the phone rang.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p></p><P>Last weekend, the girl gave us a run for our money by being extremely difficult and whiny, more than anything. Her father and I were at the end of out wits, although luckily it seemed that we were taking turns on loosing our patience with her.<BR /><BR />Came Monday morning, and I found myself wishing I were one of the parents whose kid got accepted into preschool. Due to my negligence on checking age requirements on time, the girl was on a wait list and was No. 21 on that list. Note much hope.<BR /><BR />Tuesday morning the phone rang. It was the preschool asking if I was still interested in the girl attending. I almost fainted. Later that morning we went to the school to get our admission's package, and still I was thinking that maybe they just wanted to get all the documents ready for when a space became available.</p><br />
<P>To read full post, please visit my blog at <A href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p><br />
<P>&nbsp;</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Breastfeeding</title>
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    <published>2009-08-13T14:38:58-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-08-13T14:38:58-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
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    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>During our vacation in Puerto Rico, Little Dude was bottle fed a lot more often than ever before. This was due to a combination of hectic schedules, my mom taking care of him, the heat (it is so hard to breastfeed when you are sweaty and sticky) and the fact that he is simply ravenous.</p>
<p>Obviously, this has taken a toll on my milk supply, but I am okay with that. I am still breastfeeding him 4 to 5 times a day, but I am also supplementing with sometimes up to 6 ounces of milk.</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>During our vacation in Puerto Rico, Little Dude was bottle fed a lot more often than ever before. This was due to a combination of hectic schedules, my mom taking care of him, the heat (it is so hard to breastfeed when you are sweaty and sticky) and the fact that he is simply ravenous.</p>
<p>Obviously, this has taken a toll on my milk supply, but I am okay with that. I am still breastfeeding him 4 to 5 times a day, but I am also supplementing with sometimes up to 6 ounces of milk.</p>
<p>&#160;</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/</a></p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Flower Girl</title>
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    <published>2009-08-12T14:13:30-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-08-12T14:13:30-05:00</updated>
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      <name>idtumblin</name>
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    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>When my uncle asked me a few months ago if the girl could be the flower girl at his son's wedding, I happily agreed, but told him that I wasn't sure if the girl would understand what she was supposed to do during the ceremony. Luckily, we are a pretty close family, so nobody seemed to mind.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>When my uncle asked me a few months ago if the girl could be the flower girl at his son's wedding, I happily agreed, but told him that I wasn't sure if the girl would understand what she was supposed to do during the ceremony. Luckily, we are a pretty close family, so nobody seemed to mind.<br />While looking for a flower girl dress, I joked about getting one my size, since I was pretty sure I was going to end up walking down the isle with her. We practiced a few times. I made a big deal of the flower girl dress she was going to wear and how important it was to walk slowly.<br />To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/</a></p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Differences</title>
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    <published>2009-07-05T14:25:58-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-07-05T14:25:58-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
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    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>It is amazing to watch how the Girl and Little Dude are two completely individuals despite the fact that I am raising pretty much the same way:</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com" title="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>It is amazing to watch how the Girl and Little Dude are two completely individuals despite the fact that I am raising pretty much the same way:</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com" title="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Photo Safari</title>
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    <published>2009-06-14T11:02:11-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-06-14T11:17:09-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Arts" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>One of my Christmas Presents from the husband was a gift certificate for a 4 hour photography class around the DC Monuments. Between being really pregnant at the time, having a baby and getting breastfeeding established, it wasn't until 6 months later that I was able to use my gift.</p>
<p>To read full content, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/</a></p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>One of my Christmas Presents from the husband was a gift certificate for a 4 hour photography class around the DC Monuments. Between being really pregnant at the time, having a baby and getting breastfeeding established, it wasn't until 6 months later that I was able to use my gift.</p>
<p>To read full content, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/</a></p>
    ]]></content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Itsy Bitsy Spider</title>
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    <published>2009-05-16T22:24:53-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-05-16T22:24:53-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Today I spotted a spider in the girl's room. I'm not terrified of spiders, but I'm not crazy about them either. After finding our visitor, I grabbed a tissue paper and was about to take care of business when the girl spotted it and said: &quot;the Itsy Bitsy Spider!&quot; and started singing the song. Suddenly my murder attempt got halted. How could I kill the Itsy Bitsy Spider in front of her!</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Today I spotted a spider in the girl's room. I'm not terrified of spiders, but I'm not crazy about them either. After finding our visitor, I grabbed a tissue paper and was about to take care of business when the girl spotted it and said: &quot;the Itsy Bitsy Spider!&quot; and started singing the song. Suddenly my murder attempt got halted. How could I kill the Itsy Bitsy Spider in front of her!</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></content>
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  <entry>
    <title>Mother&#039;s Day</title>
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    <published>2009-05-11T20:28:59-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-05-11T20:28:59-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I had a lovely Mother's Day yesterday. The kiddies behaved really well and the husband cooked an amazing dinner, worthy of a restaurant. However, my Mother's Day came really close to being a complete disaster!</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I had a lovely Mother's Day yesterday. The kiddies behaved really well and the husband cooked an amazing dinner, worthy of a restaurant. However, my Mother's Day came really close to being a complete disaster!</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
<p>&#160;</p>
    ]]></content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Tim</title>
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    <published>2009-04-23T21:55:42-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-04-23T21:55:42-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I'm supposed to post at least once a week per the contract terms of the ads on the side of this blog. They haven't generated any income, but they look kind of cool and make the blog look more official. But with an 8-week old and a 2-year old, who has the time or the mental capacity to write. I don't. It's been 8-weeks since I slept a 4-hour stretch. Waking up every 2 to 3 hours is beginning to take a toll on me.</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>I'm supposed to post at least once a week per the contract terms of the ads on the side of this blog. They haven't generated any income, but they look kind of cool and make the blog look more official. But with an 8-week old and a 2-year old, who has the time or the mental capacity to write. I don't. It's been 8-weeks since I slept a 4-hour stretch. Waking up every 2 to 3 hours is beginning to take a toll on me. The high on adrenaline that follows childbirth and that makes you seem like a super woman is wearing off, leaving behind an exhausted mommy with very little capacity to accomplish much around the house. </p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>10 Years Ago</title>
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    <id>http://www.blogher.com/10-years-ago</id>
    <published>2009-04-10T17:16:11-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-04-10T17:16:11-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Life" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago, I was a 24 year old girl, working as a HUD auditor, still living at home and saving a but load of money! </p>
<p>Ten years ago today, I got on a plane to visit a very good friend in San Francisco. I had won a training from the Institute of Internal Auditors and I could pick any city I wanted, so I decided to take my training in San Francisco and see my friend.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Ten years ago, I was a 24 year old girl, working as a HUD auditor, still living at home and saving a but load of money! </p>
<p>Ten years ago today, I got on a plane to visit a very good friend in San Francisco. I had won a training from the Institute of Internal Auditors and I could pick any city I wanted, so I decided to take my training in San Francisco and see my friend.</p>
<p>Earlier that week, I had broken up with a boy friend after a somewhat tumultuous relationship and I was frankly fed up with the whole dating scene; but I still had hopes of finding love. The day before my trip I remember telling my mom: &quot;I wish I meet someone on the plane like it happens in the movies&quot;. That was that.</p>
<p>I got on my plane in Puerto Rico and headed to Miami for a 2-hour layover. The trip from Miami to San Francisco was at that time the farthest and longest trip I had ever taken. As I was walking to my gate, I wrestled with the idea of stopping by a BK to buy me a hamburger, but desisted on it and headed over to the gate. </p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>What&#039;s Normal?</title>
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    <id>http://www.blogher.com/whats-normal</id>
    <published>2009-04-06T22:19:01-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T22:19:01-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Taking care of a 6 week old baby and a toddler doesn't leave much time to write, or maybe my brain is fried from lack of sleep, so I can't put two coherent sentences together!</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Taking care of a 6 week old baby and a toddler doesn't leave much time to write, or maybe my brain is fried from lack of sleep, so I can't put two coherent sentences together! Up until yesterday, I had the amazing help of my mother, but alas, she had to return home at some point, so now I'm flying solo. I console myself in knowing that for thousands of years women have been taking care of not two, but multiple kids at the same time, so I must be able to do so as well. But for some reason it feels like such an undertaking, such a hard task and I can't help but wonder if it feels this way because of the pressure of keeping our lives under control and returning to normalcy as soon as possible. </p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>A New Bundle of Joy</title>
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    <id>http://www.blogher.com/new-bundle-joy</id>
    <published>2009-03-13T18:42:20-05:00</published>
    <updated>2009-03-13T18:42:20-05:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Being a second time parent is so much better than being a first timer!</p>
<p>Our little bundle of joy arrived two weeks ago via a repeat C-Section. It makes me sad to think that I never got to push a baby out of my body (I'm stopping at two), but on the other hand, is sort of cool to have &quot;certain&quot; equipment still intact, hea, hea!</p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Being a second time parent is so much better than being a first timer!</p>
<p>Our little bundle of joy arrived two weeks ago via a repeat C-Section. It makes me sad to think that I never got to push a baby out of my body (I'm stopping at two), but on the other hand, is sort of cool to have &quot;certain&quot; equipment still intact, hea, hea!</p>
<p>The night before the C-Section I kind of freaked out. I started thinking that the next day I was walking into a hospital, I was going to get tubes inserted all over, strapped to a bed and have a baby yanked out of my belly. I felt an urge to run away and camp out in the middle of the wilderness until Little Dude decided to come out naturally, but alas!</p>
<p> To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></content>
  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Happym</title>
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    <id>http://www.blogher.com/happym</id>
    <published>2009-02-23T11:06:10-06:00</published>
    <updated>2009-02-23T11:06:10-06:00</updated>
    <author>
      <name>idtumblin</name>
    </author>
    <category term="Mommy &amp; Family" />
    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>For some unknown reason, or perhaps because it is obvious, the girl refers to all sweets and desserts as &quot;happy's&quot;. We don't know how it started, we don't know if we should blame Elmo, but that's what she calls candy, chocolate, doughnuts, cheesecake, cake, you name it; and because it makes perfect sense, we have decided to go along with it. So in our house we all love having &quot;happy's&quot; every now and then after dinner.</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
    ]]></summary>
    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>For some unknown reason, or perhaps because it is obvious, the girl refers to all sweets and desserts as &quot;happy's&quot;. We don't know how it started, we don't know if we should blame Elmo, but that's what she calls candy, chocolate, doughnuts, cheesecake, cake, you name it; and because it makes perfect sense, we have decided to go along with it. So in our house we all love having &quot;happy's&quot; every now and then after dinner.</p>
<p>To read full post, please visit my blog at <a href="http://4everamommy.blogspot.com/">http://4everamommy.blogspot.com</a></p>
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