<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:46:08.892-08:00</updated><category term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Tales From the Crib</title><subtitle type='html'>17 different women, 36 crazy children.  0 babies in utero &lt;br&gt;
Adventures, Advice and Questions from a group of Mormon women who met in Queens, NY and have now scattered all over the place.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>726</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1190052031270059817</id><published>2008-12-04T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:36:48.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, Farewell</title><summary type='text'>With blog posts being scarce these last few months and pretty much nonexistent the last few weeks, I am sure it does not come as a surprise that the Tales girls have abandoned the Crib.  I figured the least I could do is stop by to say a proper goodbye and say thank you to all our readers for hanging with us.  Over the last three years we have had so many enjoyable, controversial, and informative</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1190052031270059817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1190052031270059817' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1190052031270059817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1190052031270059817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-long-farewell.html' title='So Long, Farewell'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6620882814426117400</id><published>2008-11-19T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:09:46.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit more Nie Recovery</title><summary type='text'>For 3 weeks Kage (that's me) is selling her CD with profits going to Nie Recovery.  If you have no idea what Nie Recovery is,then get a kleenex, and search through a few of these posts:NY Times articleA Sister's unselfish love and service, her documentation of all things Nie.Tales Auction</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6620882814426117400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6620882814426117400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6620882814426117400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6620882814426117400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/11/bit-more-nie-recovery.html' title='A Bit more Nie Recovery'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4160519881947303993</id><published>2008-11-01T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T00:29:00.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-O-T-E</title><summary type='text'>If you're not voting, or have not made an effort to do so, I am a little mad at you.But you can make up for it by visiting your local library and checking out some books to share with your kids, as I am planning on doing with my DD's 1st grade class on the day before ELECTION DAY.Madam President by Lane SmithGrace for President by Kelly DipucchioArthur Meets the President by Marc BrownOtto Runs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4160519881947303993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4160519881947303993' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4160519881947303993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4160519881947303993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/11/v-o-t-e.html' title='V-O-T-E'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2975933392590938111</id><published>2008-10-28T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:28:54.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Womb Envy</title><summary type='text'>I'm messed up.I sort of have womb envy.Yeah, and since the whole wombage thing is not going to happen for me, I go shopping instead, and try to fit into low-number-sized clothing that have a definite WAIST emphasis.And I buy a little something and I feel better.  It's a little problem I have right now.  Thankfully, most of the time, I am buying sale items, but still, on sale at Anthropologie = </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2975933392590938111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2975933392590938111' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2975933392590938111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2975933392590938111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/womb-envy.html' title='Womb Envy'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1863197505561185759</id><published>2008-10-27T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:49:50.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower Advice Needed</title><summary type='text'>I want to throw a baby shower for a good friend in my ward.   This is her situation:*she had twin girls*they returned home from the ICU just a couple of weeks ago after being born at 30 weeks*she also has a 3-year old daughter and a husband who works long hours and travels as an attorney*she is really shy about having a baby shower and feels like the ward and her friends have already helped her. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1863197505561185759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1863197505561185759' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1863197505561185759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1863197505561185759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-shower-advice-needed.html' title='Baby Shower Advice Needed'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2298336311966220041</id><published>2008-10-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:47:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paying Kids for Good Grades</title><summary type='text'>The Capital Gains program has been quite the hot topic in my neck of the woods.What do you think about paying your kids for good grades? Would you ever consider doing it as a parent? Do you think that it is right for the DC schools to implement this program?A little background: The DC school district is probably the worst public school district in the entire country. Currently, the DC schools </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2298336311966220041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2298336311966220041' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2298336311966220041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2298336311966220041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/paying-kids-for-good-grades.html' title='Paying Kids for Good Grades'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2642324644951425040</id><published>2008-10-15T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:33:13.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Action Day: Poverty</title><summary type='text'>This beautifully written book about "a greedy king, who with the help  of a generous quiltmaker, learns to find happiness by giving his possessions away", is a perfect way to talk to your children about giving and sacrifice on this Blog Action Day.  As a family, take the time to devise a plan to help relieve poverty in your own community or the world at large.   This list has a lot of good ideas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2642324644951425040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2642324644951425040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2642324644951425040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2642324644951425040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-action-day-poverty.html' title='Blog Action Day: Poverty'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SPYbLcnQ1YI/AAAAAAAABEI/FGV6WPLBt1w/s72-c/book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8346861455435127623</id><published>2008-10-14T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:00:01.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: A Ward YW Blog?</title><summary type='text'>I am a newly called YW secretary and one of my jobs is sending out an electronic newsletter each month. The past secretaries have done either a plain text email or, the most recent secretary, sent a full-on PowerPoint presentation. She felt this might help the girls actually read it since so often they were not.  I was thinking about starting a ward YW's BLOG. This would be a place for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8346861455435127623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8346861455435127623' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8346861455435127623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8346861455435127623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-tales-inbox-ward-yw-blog.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: A Ward YW Blog?'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1666177748268765069</id><published>2008-10-12T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:22:54.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: What Kind of High Chair?</title><summary type='text'>Hello ladies,I am wondering what you would recommend about high chairs. I talked with mothers who love their portable-hook-it-up-to-the-table high chair and those who like a traditional high chair just fine. I like the idea of a portable one taking up less space, but my husband thinks it would dent/scratch/ruin our table...even with the padded ends. Anyone have an opinion?thanks,Carrie C.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1666177748268765069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1666177748268765069' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1666177748268765069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1666177748268765069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-tales-inbox-what-kind-of-high.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: What Kind of High Chair?'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3858228123373224772</id><published>2008-10-06T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T04:20:51.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Tia Nanny</title><summary type='text'>We don't really call her Tia Nanny. She is "Abuela" to the boys and "Tia" to DH and I. She is DH's aunt, a woman who lived in his house in East LA growing up and is very much a mother to him. She is an immigrant, the first in her family to arrive in the US. She is a US citizen. She is a fervent Christian, no longer Catholic. She is the best cook you could ever imagine....her kitchen is a studio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3858228123373224772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3858228123373224772' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3858228123373224772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3858228123373224772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/lessons-from-tia-nanny.html' title='Lessons from Tia Nanny'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2346149680476283727</id><published>2008-10-01T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T16:26:40.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><summary type='text'>Did you see Oprah today?Well, if you aren't an Oprah fan, you have to read about the episode anyway. My heart broke for this mother and her family. There were tears in my eyes for the poor little girl who lost her life. What a tragic story. I did feel grateful that this mother chose to share her story.  It reminded me to slow down and take inventory of my life. To try to live in the moment with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2346149680476283727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2346149680476283727' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2346149680476283727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2346149680476283727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-see-oprah-today-my-heart-broke.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316641111223010668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDQOpoa9J1g/SfFYe9_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FyCCqCSF7LI/S220/IMG_1079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-800815501614866707</id><published>2008-10-01T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:51:56.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Facebook Etiquette</title><summary type='text'>I am in need of some facebook help.  I just recently signed on because I had so many family members and friends inviting me to be their friend.  At first it was fun but now I'm starting to feel kind of weird about it.  I guess I'm just not familiar with the etiquitte.  Can anyone fill me in on it?For example, what do I do about the individuals from High School who add me as their friend but I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/800815501614866707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=800815501614866707' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/800815501614866707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/800815501614866707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-tales-inbox-facebook-etiquette.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Facebook Etiquette'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2314693058611383968</id><published>2008-09-29T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:00:00.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Ideal Spacing of Children</title><summary type='text'>What's the "best" time to try for another baby?  My husband and I are discussing when we should start trying for #2 (we have an eight month old), and we're not sure.  What are some things we need to think about before giving it another go?  (For example, should #1 be potty trained first?)  I was hoping to get some different perspectives from people who had their babies close vs. spacing them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2314693058611383968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2314693058611383968' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2314693058611383968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2314693058611383968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-tales-inbox-ideal-spacing-of.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Ideal Spacing of Children'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8451702152686985021</id><published>2008-09-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:49:22.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: What's in a Name?</title><summary type='text'>I need help! I am four months pregnant with my fourth child. My husband and I are in the process of choosing potential names for the new baby. We are so overwhelmed! For our other children, it always happened that one of us would think of a name fairly easily and the other would agree, and that was that! This time around, that's not the case. We are at a loss for how to even start the name search</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8451702152686985021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8451702152686985021' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8451702152686985021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8451702152686985021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-tales-inbox-whats-in-name.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: What&apos;s in a Name?'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5194663773696034994</id><published>2008-09-24T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:09:00.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib Notes: Love &amp; Logic</title><summary type='text'>What kind of parent are you? A Helicopter, Drill Sergeant or Consultant? This parenting book, Love &amp; Logic by Foster Cline, MD and Jim Fay will take you through many steps of how to be a consultant parent to help your children navigate their own problems and solutions so when they are older they can make wise decisions on their own.  Foster and Fay believe in allowing children to decide for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5194663773696034994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5194663773696034994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5194663773696034994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5194663773696034994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/crib-notes-love-logic.html' title='Crib Notes: Love &amp; Logic'/><author><name>kristie sessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599450994307987341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bkHfOgNLOY/SbgFUwnQpcI/AAAAAAAABpE/gYvTtPptTC8/S220/kristie+headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5904138668291369500</id><published>2008-09-24T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T16:50:48.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Jerry's &amp; Breast Milk</title><summary type='text'>My mom tells a story about that time she was at a church event and the brownies were really really good, and the woman who prepared them said she had run out of milk, so she just used some of her breast milk instead.I consider this one of many mormon lore stories that get filtered around...because I am not sure if my mom actually ate a brownie and was privvy to this conversation or if she heard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5904138668291369500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5904138668291369500' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5904138668291369500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5904138668291369500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/ben-jerrys-breast-milk.html' title='Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s &amp; Breast Milk'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8198054663193264924</id><published>2008-09-22T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:30:14.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously so blessed......(that's like a take off of that one girl's blog of the same title...get it?)</title><summary type='text'>Yoo-hoo? Anyone out there?  I am still here, but I have been a bit swamped.  I wanted to post on a few items before the blog runs out of steam.I am on month 3 of being the wife of a Bishop.  Yup, my DH is now the Bishop.  This is weird for a bunch of reasons.  All of which (for once) I will keep to myself.We don't talk about it much.  I know very little about what he is up to.  In fact, I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8198054663193264924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8198054663193264924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8198054663193264924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8198054663193264924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously-so-blessedthats-like-take-off.html' title='Seriously so blessed......(that&apos;s like a take off of that one girl&apos;s blog of the same title...get it?)'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8067695568276223203</id><published>2008-09-12T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:44:34.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV again...</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I admit it, I tivoed the season premiere of 90210.See, it was a staple show for me, for a long time back in the day.  My Dad hated that I watched it, and probably didn't know that I watched it as much as I did. The summer between my Junior and Senior year, my friend and I watched it over our lunch break.  We were fairly invested.When I started seeing the ads pop up on my subway ride, I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8067695568276223203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8067695568276223203' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8067695568276223203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8067695568276223203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/tv-again.html' title='TV again...'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8286065155868622505</id><published>2008-09-11T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:28:49.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>7 Years Later...</title><summary type='text'>(photo taken by Chloe at Ground Zero in 2004 - wreckage from the Twin Towers was used to form the cross on this now hallowed ground)7 years have passed since 9/11/01.  As many of you know, all of us here at Tales are and were at one time or another New Yorkers.  Today is a tender day for us.  You can visit our September 2006 archives to read a few pieces we wrote about our personal recollections </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8286065155868622505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8286065155868622505' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8286065155868622505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8286065155868622505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/7-years-later.html' title='7 Years Later...'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5lDXCL_8N0/TUPqzPQ1fJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/EI0bFscrCDs/s220/Dwelling%2Bby%2BDesign%2BBlog%2BAvatar.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5lDXCL_8N0/SMiz-xSB4EI/AAAAAAAABZU/7NTVQRtZBGk/s72-c/9:11+cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1209773376384089330</id><published>2008-09-06T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:04:14.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case Your Haven't Read</title><summary type='text'>If you are following the Nie-Nie Tragedy/Success, and only following it here, than we need to link to this article from the NY Times.  Read every word please.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1209773376384089330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1209773376384089330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1209773376384089330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1209773376384089330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-case-your-havent-read.html' title='In Case Your Haven&apos;t Read'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4945690941931405627</id><published>2008-08-29T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T13:07:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms for Office</title><summary type='text'>I have been watching the DNC most of the week, and I am still pretty enamored of the Democratic ticket.  This morning, however out comes John McCain with Sarah Palin.There she is with her 5 kids and her 44 years and her working mom self.  I relate so much to this woman for all of these reasons.  When I am 44, I will have teenagers too!  I am guessing I won't have a 4 month old infant, but hey, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4945690941931405627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4945690941931405627' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4945690941931405627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4945690941931405627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/moms-for-office.html' title='Moms for Office'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3595174400513005681</id><published>2008-08-28T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:49:42.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nie Nie Day Auction</title><summary type='text'>For anyone who hasn't read about it, a wonderful wonderful woman and blogger named Stephanie Nielson (known as Nie Nie) and her husband were in a private plane crash a little over a week ago. You can read details on her sister's blog and here.  The road to recovery will be a long and expensive one.  To help ease the monetary strain, Design Mom declared today Nie Nie day -- a day of auctions to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3595174400513005681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3595174400513005681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3595174400513005681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3595174400513005681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/nie-nie-day-auction.html' title='Nie Nie Day Auction'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SLYzZ4gMWPI/AAAAAAAAA48/jFFv930ejWM/s72-c/NieNieDayBadge-778725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1844284400742828352</id><published>2008-08-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:05:22.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Roundup</title><summary type='text'>(This was a conversation between my DH and I a couple of weeks before the Beijing Olympics.)Me: Remember when we were kids and we wanted the USA to beat out the Soviet Union so badly in the Olympics.DH: Yeah.Me: I would get so stressed about how many medals the USA was winning and if we would win the medal count.DH: I know....me too. How stupid was that? (Laughter.....scene out) (Here was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1844284400742828352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1844284400742828352' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1844284400742828352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1844284400742828352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-roundup.html' title='Olympic Roundup'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1509318864058383304</id><published>2008-08-21T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:53:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Bed Nightmare</title><summary type='text'>Just wondering if any of you have ever dealt with this problem.  Maybe you can help me put a stop to it... fast.Two and a half year old T has been in his toddler bed for two months now.  Suddenly (meaning this week) he is waking up in the middle of the night, coming into our bedroom, and declaring "I'm awake".  We get him a drink of water and put him back to bed explaining that it is still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1509318864058383304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1509318864058383304' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1509318864058383304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1509318864058383304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/toddler-bed-nightmare.html' title='Toddler Bed Nightmare'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316641111223010668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDQOpoa9J1g/SfFYe9_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FyCCqCSF7LI/S220/IMG_1079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-367470673961727689</id><published>2008-08-19T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:28:45.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys with Longevity</title><summary type='text'>The world bombards parents and children with ads for toys that we will surely "love" and toys that we definitely "need".  Toys that promise to entertain for hours.  Toys that promise to make your child smarter.  Toys.  Toys.  Toys.  What I have learned is that most of the toys out there (especially the ones with big marketing budgets) are overrated and just plain annoying.  I guess they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/367470673961727689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=367470673961727689' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/367470673961727689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/367470673961727689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/toys-with-longevity.html' title='Toys with Longevity'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8610966493701267896</id><published>2008-08-18T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:08:21.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHION FAST...not food....FASHION!</title><summary type='text'>This time of year I am like cuckoo for retail shopping.  Maybe I was raised to be this way.  My mom brought us kids to the Nordstrom half yearly sale every summer to get ready for school.  I can push off the whole shopping thing for most of the 12 months of the year, but for some reason, right about now is the worst time. I see all the fall clothes, school-shopping ads, fresh color palettes, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8610966493701267896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8610966493701267896' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8610966493701267896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8610966493701267896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/fashion-fastnot-foodfashion.html' title='FASHION FAST...not food....FASHION!'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1070399321018483665</id><published>2008-08-17T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:46:43.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chastity "Talk" and a Five Year Old...</title><summary type='text'>I have a 5 year old - The Boy.  Today in sacrament our talks were on chastity.  I didn't stop for one moment to consider that The Boy would be paying attention...so very intently...We got off to a funny start.  The Girl (nearly 4) proclaimed that the hymns sounded like baby music.  Then The Boy announced that one of the speakers had ears like a goblin.  I gently reminded him to not tell anyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1070399321018483665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1070399321018483665' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1070399321018483665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1070399321018483665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/chastity-talk-and-five-year-old.html' title='The Chastity &quot;Talk&quot; and a Five Year Old...'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5lDXCL_8N0/TUPqzPQ1fJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/EI0bFscrCDs/s220/Dwelling%2Bby%2BDesign%2BBlog%2BAvatar.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4129790547022822355</id><published>2008-08-12T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:59:55.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doorknobs....</title><summary type='text'>My mom raised 4 children, whose ages spanned 11 years.  1 year she had a child in preschool, elementary school, middle school and high school.  Imagine how much I loved my little sister tagging along during freshman-orientation in her "high shoes" (high-heeled plastic disney princess shoes).I remember my mom telling me recently that she remembered rejoicing one day when she realized that her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4129790547022822355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4129790547022822355' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4129790547022822355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4129790547022822355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/doorknobs.html' title='Doorknobs....'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-751504458930727415</id><published>2008-08-08T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:36:42.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighborhood Swimming Pool</title><summary type='text'>Our summer routine has gone something like this: I get home from work, we eat a quick dinner, and we spend the rest of the evening at the pool. DH joins us at some point in the evening, depending on his work schedule.Yesterday, our neighborhood pool was closed, so we tried another one. This was our first time at the pool, and apparently it is not very popular because it was completely empty, save</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/751504458930727415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=751504458930727415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/751504458930727415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/751504458930727415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/neighborhood-swimming-pool.html' title='Neighborhood Swimming Pool'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5895144566322389513</id><published>2008-08-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T07:11:13.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school adjustments</title><summary type='text'>I think we're all in summer mode around here (and aren't exactly at our blogging best - except tftcarrie and kage, who are carrying us!).  But as August arrives, I'm turning my thoughts to back-to-school prep, as we start in just a few weeks.  And I've got a lot of work to do as we begin the Elementary School Adventure! There are clothes to buy.  I've at least started that process, inspired by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5895144566322389513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5895144566322389513' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5895144566322389513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5895144566322389513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school-adjustments.html' title='back to school adjustments'/><author><name>marian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06300273065641718696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/107/316803008_dac6cfc4e0.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7646362099963113579</id><published>2008-08-05T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:11:02.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Me Journal - HUGE WAREHOUSE SALE</title><summary type='text'>When I say "Warehouse", I mean "my garage" and when I say "HUGE" I mean "I have a box full of 'damaged' This is Me journals I would like to get out of my garage."So if you are interested in picking up a journal at half the cost ($10 + $3 shipping) shoot me an e-mail at sales(at)thisismejournal(dot)com and let me know how many you want (limit 3) and I will respond with a paypal invoice.  The "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7646362099963113579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7646362099963113579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7646362099963113579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7646362099963113579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-me-journal-huge-warehouse-sale.html' title='This is Me Journal - HUGE WAREHOUSE SALE'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SJh3fkPrREI/AAAAAAAAAww/56o2_uZOpzs/s72-c/journal5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4995233926365620770</id><published>2008-08-04T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:54:40.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Advise....TV be gone?</title><summary type='text'>I met a family with 3 sons age 4 to 11.  They were the kindest little boys.  They got along with each other so well, and had a great energy between each other and with their Dad, who they called: "Papa." Stop it....so adorable.Not to mention the fact that they are physically beautiful, as seen here with the oldest of the three darlings.I got to know these boys over a few days of working together </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4995233926365620770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4995233926365620770' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4995233926365620770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4995233926365620770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-advisetv-be-gone.html' title='Please Advise....TV be gone?'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V5cLvz98snI/SJEeg0rbYHI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/OACGgjfAiKE/s72-c/r+lauren+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-758920627628351351</id><published>2008-08-01T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T15:32:46.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Biking Allowed</title><summary type='text'>Princess practiced all summer perfecting her 2-wheel bike riding skills.  Last week we picked out the perfect pink bike lock.  And today, she excitedly took her first bike ride to school while I jogged near her.  She was a little nervous, but she made it and I was proud of her.It looked like our plan to start ditching the car in favor of more biking and jogging was going to work great.  Until I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/758920627628351351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=758920627628351351' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/758920627628351351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/758920627628351351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-biking-allowed.html' title='No Biking Allowed'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2769492624574957804</id><published>2008-07-30T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:28:00.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Does Only Child=Spoiled Child?</title><summary type='text'>As much as I love being a mother to my daughter, I don't know if I want to do it all over again. Is it "bad" to only want one child?   I  didn't think it was a big deal until I began mentioning it to others.  I've been told that I was being selfish and that my daughter would grow up to be spoiled if she was an only child, etc, etc.  I never really envisioned myself with many kids to begin with (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2769492624574957804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2769492624574957804' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2769492624574957804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2769492624574957804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-tales-inbox-does-only-childspoiled.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Does Only Child=Spoiled Child?'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1461173364731859399</id><published>2008-07-30T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:08:08.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You, Would You....</title><summary type='text'>I have 2 daughters.  They were babies once.  If I had gotten these as a gift, I don't know if I could have put them on my little ones....But, if they're your thing...then pick some up here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1461173364731859399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1461173364731859399' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1461173364731859399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1461173364731859399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/could-you-would-you.html' title='Could You, Would You....'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V5cLvz98snI/SJBZcD7-NYI/AAAAAAAAB7w/9vfSxPSwvA4/s72-c/heels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7881351447123966104</id><published>2008-07-29T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:28:14.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for Fall...already</title><summary type='text'>As I type, the girls are literally wrestling on the rug. They are surrounded by pillows, blankets, each others' limbs, and they are screaming and alternating crying and laughing.In a few minutes one of them will have a major meltdown, get over it, and then the playing will continue.After a few cycles of this they will ask to watch tv and then zone for a while until they get hungry and then they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7881351447123966104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7881351447123966104' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7881351447123966104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7881351447123966104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/ready-for-fallalready.html' title='Ready for Fall...already'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5043937518202128480</id><published>2008-07-26T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T19:02:39.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"When I'm 29, I hope I'm married to the Bishop...." gag.</title><summary type='text'>Ok, now I'm ready to be 30.I have been lamenting the impending 3-0, but no longer.  My DH has a new job at church.  He's the Bishop.WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?Ok, he's well into his 30's, so he's alright....but I seem a little young for this don't you think?I know it's not unheard of to have a young Bishop (and wife), in fact our previous Bishop was younger than me (so I guess his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5043937518202128480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5043937518202128480' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5043937518202128480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5043937518202128480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-im-29-i-hope-im-married-to-bishop.html' title='&quot;When I&apos;m 29, I hope I&apos;m married to the Bishop....&quot; gag.'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8782747202647880585</id><published>2008-07-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:48:53.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><summary type='text'>Hi. I am having one of those really bad days. Like, I have a headache from crying so much over basically nothing...so to mend and heal my wounds, I am aimlessly internet shopping....but not really aimlessly, actually being a little productive, so I am sharing.I am a big fan of Mabel's Labels.Yes, they appear pricey, but honestly....SO worth it.They stick on everything, stay stuck, don't fade, are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8782747202647880585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8782747202647880585' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8782747202647880585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8782747202647880585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2076736728132399603</id><published>2008-07-22T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:04:27.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Don't Cry For Me Argentina</title><summary type='text'>I just received my mission call to the Argentina Resistencia Mission!  Despite the wet, swampy, densely forested terrain, I am determined not to be a frumpy sister.  I don't want to look so hideous that I bring the Argentines to tears.  While I'm not planning on being obsessive about my looks while serving a mission, I think it is important to look nice as a representative of the Lord. So how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2076736728132399603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2076736728132399603' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2076736728132399603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2076736728132399603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-tales-inbox-dont-cry-for-me.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Don&apos;t Cry For Me Argentina'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1038417510058204599</id><published>2008-07-17T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:09:29.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Being the Second Wife</title><summary type='text'>I got married 3 weeks ago.  My husband and I were not sealed in the temple, but we are planning on it in a year.  My husband was divorced from his first wife but they did not get a temple divorce.  I knew this going into the marriage and I told him I was fine with it.  Truth is, I really thought I was.  But, now that we are married, I am struggling with the fact that he is still married to his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1038417510058204599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1038417510058204599' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1038417510058204599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1038417510058204599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-tales-inbox-being-second-wife.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Being the Second Wife'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7385525873456888596</id><published>2008-07-15T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:29:39.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict: Agree or Disagree?</title><summary type='text'>Many of you are probably aware of the Men on a Mission calendar put out last year.  Here is the consequence of Chad Hardy's creative venture. Agree? Disagree? Think there is more to this story? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7385525873456888596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7385525873456888596' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7385525873456888596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7385525873456888596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/verdict-agree-or-disagree.html' title='The Verdict: Agree or Disagree?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17866455057834566107</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4439163769917936482</id><published>2008-07-14T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:33:07.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Spell...</title><summary type='text'>My 5 year old's new favorite activity is to write stories.  He sounds out the words that he needs and throws in a few of his own design. It's entertaining to watch him put it all together; I'm grateful that he enjoys learning and reading/writing.But...This morning at the kitchen table this was our conversation:Son: Mom, what letters make the "oo" sound?Mom: Oh, that's two "o"'s together.Son: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4439163769917936482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4439163769917936482' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4439163769917936482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4439163769917936482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/learning-to-spell.html' title='Learning to Spell...'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5lDXCL_8N0/TUPqzPQ1fJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/EI0bFscrCDs/s220/Dwelling%2Bby%2BDesign%2BBlog%2BAvatar.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7207146484143218945</id><published>2008-07-10T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:26:08.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BPA</title><summary type='text'>Everyone and their mother (get it) is having newborn babies right now.I am not one of them, but due to the high populace of babies around me, and because I have a new niece, my radars are up for newborn stuff.  It's fascinating how things change so much in 6 and even 3 years....having a newborn today would be different from my first two newborns...already!?This article raises the latest in baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7207146484143218945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7207146484143218945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7207146484143218945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7207146484143218945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/bpa.html' title='BPA'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4162986295747419997</id><published>2008-07-07T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:41:41.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Get Moving!</title><summary type='text'>Alright, it's time to lose baby weight... again. So I'm wondering, what is your most motivating piece of advice for getting back to "yourself"?   Here's one of mine:  Set a realistic goal.  Not a crazy, Hollywood-type goal of losing it all and fitting into your skinny jeans by your six week appointment.  And be patient.  I try to focus just as much on feeling strong and energetic, as I do the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4162986295747419997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4162986295747419997' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4162986295747419997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4162986295747419997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-get-moving.html' title='Time to Get Moving!'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316641111223010668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDQOpoa9J1g/SfFYe9_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FyCCqCSF7LI/S220/IMG_1079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8515447181156247817</id><published>2008-07-05T20:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:14:18.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaches and Tea Tree</title><summary type='text'>A few Updates Talesies...So....those of you who bought the Tea Tree Toner....how is it going? Is it working miracles for you like it has for me?And second, Ms. Roach stopped by and commented on the post I put up a few weeks ago.  You can read more about her adventures at her blog here.And how about those Williams' Sisters?  Can you IMAGINE playing against your own sister at Wimbledon?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8515447181156247817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8515447181156247817' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8515447181156247817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8515447181156247817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/roaches-and-tea-tree.html' title='Roaches and Tea Tree'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3771454640359742094</id><published>2008-07-03T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:00:41.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Fixing a Family Member Phobia</title><summary type='text'>My 2 year old daugther is frightened of my brother-in-law.  It is a recent event.  He broke his ankle in the last few weeks and has a cast on it and walks with crutches.  She has never been super outgoing to him, but now she won't even look at him and clams up and snuggles into our shoulders.  She sometimes starts shaking. I am not as concerned about it as my husband it, but would still like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3771454640359742094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3771454640359742094' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3771454640359742094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3771454640359742094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-tales-inbox-fixing-family-member.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Fixing a Family Member Phobia'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8915506118904015975</id><published>2008-07-02T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:54:25.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a Laugh?</title><summary type='text'>You have to check out this new satirical blog.Warning:  If you don't understand the "complexities" of a sterotypical mormon girl, or you are a sterotypical mormon girl, you might not laugh at all.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8915506118904015975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8915506118904015975' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8915506118904015975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8915506118904015975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/need-laugh.html' title='Need a Laugh?'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6993695443368240730</id><published>2008-07-01T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:13:38.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time Around</title><summary type='text'>I like to think of myself as a minimalist when it comes to baby gear.  I think it has something to do with living in NYC with my first two children in a 700sq ft apartment.  There just wasn't room for much "gear".  This time around, I have picked up, inherited or have been gifted a few ingenious products (most of which weren't even around when I had my first two) that I never want to live without</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6993695443368240730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6993695443368240730' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6993695443368240730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6993695443368240730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-time-around.html' title='This Time Around'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4134783113766635637</id><published>2008-06-29T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:34:55.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Higher the Gas, the Cooler my A**</title><summary type='text'>(sorry about the title...I couldn't think of another word that rhymes with gas)I have discovered a direct correlation between the price of gas and my "coolness" factor within my neighborhood and ward.Since the recent spike in gas prices, we are no longer the "weird, one-car family."When people visit our house, they now say, "Wow, it must be really nice to be so close to a grocery store." Rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4134783113766635637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4134783113766635637' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4134783113766635637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4134783113766635637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/higher-gas-cooler-my.html' title='The Higher the Gas, the Cooler my A**'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3114736657701705921</id><published>2008-06-27T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:18:37.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know You're Done When...</title><summary type='text'>I feel tired. I feel weak.  I look at the clock and realize there are at least 3 or more hours until dad comes home to relieve me. *SIGH* I'm so DONE with being a mother today.I realize I'm done being a mother when everytime I sit down my body feels like its has just run 5 miles and my eyelids start to close on their own.I know I'm done being a mother when I won't play "tag" when I'm vacuuming. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3114736657701705921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3114736657701705921' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3114736657701705921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3114736657701705921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-youre-done-when.html' title='You Know You&apos;re Done When...'/><author><name>kristie sessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599450994307987341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bkHfOgNLOY/SbgFUwnQpcI/AAAAAAAABpE/gYvTtPptTC8/S220/kristie+headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3239263027318290372</id><published>2008-06-26T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:21:29.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime....</title><summary type='text'>Here at tales we are seeing the first summer slump.So, since the peops are all in their summer groove...what better thing to do than discuss summer?Today my daughter sauntered away from her school, proclaiming herself a 1st grader.  As we walked away, I saw all the fourth graders just bawling as they left their teacher (who was donning a very cute DOGS for OBAMA tee that she picked up on etsy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3239263027318290372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3239263027318290372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3239263027318290372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3239263027318290372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/summertime.html' title='Summertime....'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5896183897496096945</id><published>2008-06-21T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:06:19.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously</title><summary type='text'>Before Poopy was potty trained, we always knew when she was pooping.She'd run into her room, slam the door and brace herself by holding on to her toy refrigerator. This was her self-appointed lavatory.Since she has been potty-trained...going on about 4 months now, she still sometimes runs into her room and slams the door. I know exactly what she is up to, and can most of the time, easily coerce </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5896183897496096945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5896183897496096945' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5896183897496096945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5896183897496096945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/seriously.html' title='Seriously'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2310371139833581462</id><published>2008-06-20T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:00:00.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crib Notes:  Simply in Season</title><summary type='text'>Purpose:  This cookbook , commissioned by Mennonite Central Committee "promotes the understanding of how the food choices we make affect our lives and the lives of those who produce the food", provides "recipes and reasons to eat seasonal foods grown locally".Summary/Highlights: The cookbook provides hundreds of recipes first organized by season then into sub categories like soups, salads, main </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2310371139833581462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2310371139833581462' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2310371139833581462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2310371139833581462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/crib-notes-simply-in-season.html' title='Crib Notes:  Simply in Season'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SFvWnawzAAI/AAAAAAAAAkA/3Tsp8ToBX1A/s72-c/simplyinseason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8848334299627461535</id><published>2008-06-20T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:37:15.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Out the Worst in My Child</title><summary type='text'>I’m beginning to fear that something about my parenting style brings out the worst in my daughter. It seems that she is her worst self when I am around and her most angelic when in the care of others. We spend a lot of time together. I’m a full-time stay-at-home mom with very few obligations that she can’t participate in. So we go everywhere together, do everything together, and spend most all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8848334299627461535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8848334299627461535' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8848334299627461535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8848334299627461535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/bringing-out-worst-in-my-child.html' title='Bringing Out the Worst in My Child'/><author><name>sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851797045621437704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4242478146409455890</id><published>2008-06-18T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T21:45:26.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you get through those really bad days?</title><summary type='text'>You know the days I'm talking about.  When everything seems to be going wrong.  You're in a mood.  You're children are in a mood.  Nothing is working.  I think I need help getting more of a game plan together to handle those "terrible, horrible, no-good, very-bad days".Baby girl was born only about 5 weeks ago, so of course life is chaos.  We have good days and bad days.  The thing I am noticing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4242478146409455890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4242478146409455890' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4242478146409455890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4242478146409455890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-you-get-through-those-really-bad.html' title='How do you get through those really bad days?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316641111223010668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDQOpoa9J1g/SfFYe9_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FyCCqCSF7LI/S220/IMG_1079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5113816265813454895</id><published>2008-06-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:57:05.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Mom: Melanie Roach</title><summary type='text'>My NPR Story of the Day Podcast featured an inspirational Mom: Melanie Roach.The timing of this particular podcast was perfect, because I was just ending my workout, which means....I have to exert my teeny tiny muscles.  She's 117 pounds and can list like 250 pounds or some ridiculous number.In 2000, while competing to be on the Olympic team she suffered a back injury (not sure the details...was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5113816265813454895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5113816265813454895' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5113816265813454895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5113816265813454895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/inspirational-mom-melanie-roach.html' title='Inspirational Mom: Melanie Roach'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6167089945426423282</id><published>2008-06-16T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:41:48.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kage's Favorite Things</title><summary type='text'>So I have a few...BOOKS:As the child of a new reader, and also a child who is very interested in Chapter Books (she sat through Charlotte's Web read aloud at the age of 3 people)...I have found a great chapter book for her reading level:Introducing.... MERCY WATSON books by Kate DiCamillo.The words are for beginning readers and repetative...the illustrations are so colorful and the plots very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6167089945426423282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6167089945426423282' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6167089945426423282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6167089945426423282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/kages-favorite-things.html' title='Kage&apos;s Favorite Things'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1553107820965833698</id><published>2008-06-16T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:46:06.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Childhood Rite of Passage</title><summary type='text'>Princess has lice.Anyone have any tips, tricks or sympathy to share?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1553107820965833698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1553107820965833698' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1553107820965833698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1553107820965833698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/childhood-rite-of-passage.html' title='A Childhood Rite of Passage'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5995246114846893508</id><published>2008-06-12T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T04:24:50.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you want to know when it's your last?</title><summary type='text'>I chatted with a friend recently who said she wanted to know when she was having her last pregnancy, so that she could savor it.With the exception of that unplanned, "surprise" baby, arguably, in your relationship with your husband you could decide together: This is our last baby.  This is the last one, final baby, no more babies, tie a bow on it, we're done.Knowing that, how would that affect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5995246114846893508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5995246114846893508' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5995246114846893508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5995246114846893508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-want-to-know-when-its-your-last.html' title='Do you want to know when it&apos;s your last?'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6911315913877199804</id><published>2008-06-11T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:49:53.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What will you do for Father's Day?</title><summary type='text'>So Father's Day is this Sunday, right?  Just checking because my sleep-deprived brain isn't working yet thanks to baby #2.  I've been thinking and thinking about what to do for DH this Father's Day and haven't exactly come up with anything new and exciting.  I thought maybe I could steal some ideas from YOU!My back-up is the usual:  DH sleeps in while the toddler and I make him a yummy breakfast.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6911315913877199804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6911315913877199804' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6911315913877199804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6911315913877199804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-will-you-do-for-fathers-day.html' title='What will you do for Father&apos;s Day?'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316641111223010668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDQOpoa9J1g/SfFYe9_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FyCCqCSF7LI/S220/IMG_1079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-480865953934647237</id><published>2008-06-10T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T04:59:55.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdate</title><summary type='text'>The phone rings a few hours before school pick up.It's 97 degrees outside."Hi, this is mom-who-shall-remain-nameless (Mom), are you busy this afternoon for a playdate?"Me:"We are free this afternoon and I am open to having a playdate, what did you have in mind?"Mom: "I was thinking to go to the park with the water a few blocks away."Me: "That sounds fun but I am very concerned about the heat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/480865953934647237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=480865953934647237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/480865953934647237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/480865953934647237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/playdate.html' title='Playdate'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7018318907170549421</id><published>2008-06-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:30:06.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Best Books for a New Mom</title><summary type='text'>Carrie is a new mom in St. George and is looking for some help:I was wondering what baby/parenting books you would recommend. I am trying to put my baby on a schedule, and trying to be successful at breastfeeding and have heard the what to expect books are crap, so I am hoping you will post on this topic if you wouldn't mind!Thanks!CarrieSo girls, what books were the most helpful to you as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7018318907170549421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7018318907170549421' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7018318907170549421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7018318907170549421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-tales-inbox-best-books-for-new-mom.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Best Books for a New Mom'/><author><name>Tales Guest</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05908622208089983464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8243881996246154775</id><published>2008-06-08T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:15:29.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Old</title><summary type='text'>Turning thirty this year honestly wasn't a big deal for me.   No freaking out, questioning my life or counting my wrinkles.   My thirtieth birthday was highly enjoyable even (I got to spend it with two of my favorite people -- my husband and Garth Brooks in concert). But last night, after dining with a handful of  "prospective friend" couples, I am starting to feel really old.   A few of them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8243881996246154775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8243881996246154775' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8243881996246154775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8243881996246154775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-old.html' title='I&apos;m Old'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8503086026038457356</id><published>2008-06-05T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T06:44:44.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke in the City</title><summary type='text'>I battle the smokes constantly in this city.  I have taught my daughter how to hold her breath when she sees a cigarette in her path.  I try to walk widely around smoke-infested doorfronts or groups of people lighting up.  As much as I dislike it, I don't let it get the best of me, I just make do.  I am also SO grateful that cigarettes are no longer permitted inside restaurants, that I am less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8503086026038457356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8503086026038457356' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8503086026038457356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8503086026038457356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/smoke-in-city.html' title='Smoke in the City'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-9095504804829840175</id><published>2008-06-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T10:24:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Runner is Born</title><summary type='text'>When she signed up for the half marathon back in December, she considered herself insane, but check out our Marian now!  She did it!  Ran the whole thing and finished under her goal of three hours.  We couldn't be more proud. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/9095504804829840175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=9095504804829840175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/9095504804829840175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/9095504804829840175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/runner-is-born.html' title='A Runner is Born'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-131707991891142710</id><published>2008-06-03T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:21:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Book</title><summary type='text'>Am I like totally old-fashioned because I bought baby books for both of my children?I remember my mom having one for each of her children and as a kid, I liked looking at my stats (birth weight, height, etc.), my footprints, and pictures.  It was also fun to compare the stats amongst the four children to see who was the biggest baby at what age or who walked first...When I was pregnant for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/131707991891142710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=131707991891142710' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/131707991891142710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/131707991891142710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/06/baby-book.html' title='Baby Book'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6526751819948591449</id><published>2008-06-01T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:27:42.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things We've Learned From Disney</title><summary type='text'>My DS is addicted to movies. With each movie he watches, there is always a catch phrase or idea that sticks out for him (and for me). Here they are in no particular order, and please feel free to add your own!Enchanted:   Boys can sing and dance and still be cool (and get the girl).   "We don't push!" (usually shouted by DS when Giselle is pushed into the well).   New York Can be more fun to live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6526751819948591449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6526751819948591449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6526751819948591449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6526751819948591449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-weve-learned-from-disney.html' title='The Things We&apos;ve Learned From Disney'/><author><name>kristie sessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599450994307987341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bkHfOgNLOY/SbgFUwnQpcI/AAAAAAAABpE/gYvTtPptTC8/S220/kristie+headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5013278175726631793</id><published>2008-05-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:59:14.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least He's Normal and My Feelings are Natural</title><summary type='text'>This weeks has been particularly frustrating when it comes to Baby Brother's sleep habits and crankiness. One day he was awake for 6 hours straight. I could have killed the kid.A few nights this week, Dad has come home and I have just handed the little guy off saying "I'm done." This prompted Dad to pull out our favorite baby book from the bookshelf for a little help on the subject."Many parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5013278175726631793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5013278175726631793' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5013278175726631793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5013278175726631793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/at-least-hes-normal-and-my-feelings-are.html' title='At Least He&apos;s Normal and My Feelings are Natural'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6827067958701813487</id><published>2008-05-27T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T05:36:24.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Darndest Things...</title><summary type='text'>Ah kids...they say the darndest things.  Here are two recent gems from my 5 year old.  The first was this evening...It had been a rough day with NO listening from the 5 year old.  My words evaporated like vapors once they hit his ears.  It was unusual behavior for him...and it drove me nuts.  At the end of the day, I was tucking him in and reminded him that tomorrow he would have a fresh start </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6827067958701813487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6827067958701813487' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6827067958701813487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6827067958701813487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Darndest Things...'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5lDXCL_8N0/TUPqzPQ1fJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/EI0bFscrCDs/s220/Dwelling%2Bby%2BDesign%2BBlog%2BAvatar.png'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2891406606997236927</id><published>2008-05-23T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:56:07.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Tales Inbox: Green for Vaccines</title><summary type='text'>As new parents we are fortunate to have most of the Mercury/Thimerosal removed from our children's routine vaccinations. Has anyone thought about the high levels of aluminum? At birth my son was given the "routine" Hep B vaccine. I consented after many hours of labor not really thinking twice. There are two types of Hep B vaccine on the market- Merck or GlaxoSmithKline. Both are similar in there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2891406606997236927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2891406606997236927' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2891406606997236927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2891406606997236927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-tales-inbox-green-for-vaccines.html' title='From the Tales Inbox: Green for Vaccines'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-818413206784271648</id><published>2008-05-22T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:35:38.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Baby Joins the Crib</title><summary type='text'>We are pleased to announce that Beth delivered a healthy baby girl last week.  The cute little peanut entered the world by an early, whirlwind delivery.  And so far, her big brother seems to adore her.  Congrats Beth!  And by the way, I think you need a new description on the sidebar.  You can't be a "newbie mommy" when you have two kids!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/818413206784271648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=818413206784271648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/818413206784271648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/818413206784271648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-baby-joins-crib.html' title='Another Baby Joins the Crib'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-373720738195240826</id><published>2008-05-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T03:59:16.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Want to Keep a Better Journal</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps keeping a written journal in a book has become irrelevant in this age of blogging, but perhaps some of us still keep non-public journals. If so, here are a few thoughts on doing it more creatively than just trying to sit down and conquer that blank page. Most of these ideas come from the book Thoughts of a Grasshopper by Louise Plummer (SLC: Deseret Book, 1992 — a great read I highly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/373720738195240826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=373720738195240826' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/373720738195240826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/373720738195240826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-you-want-to-keep-better-journal.html' title='So You Want to Keep a Better Journal'/><author><name>sunny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12851797045621437704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-186435083701645949</id><published>2008-05-21T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:48:18.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom on Meds</title><summary type='text'>Being a mom is challenging I know, but it's getting harder and harder for me as I am not only navigating the ins and outs of two kids in the big city, but also battling within the ups and downs of my meds.  I haven't quite figured out the triggers for when I feel complete exhaustion and utter misery for no apparent reason, so I just try positive self-talk: "This is just a moment, this won't last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/186435083701645949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=186435083701645949' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/186435083701645949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/186435083701645949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/mom-on-meds.html' title='Mom on Meds'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4820878935733971999</id><published>2008-05-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:29:41.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRIB NOTES:  Playstation Nation--protect your child from video game addiction</title><summary type='text'>Purpose:This book is meant to inform parents about video game addiction. The authors tell their own story of their sons who were on the road to addiction and how they pulled them out.Summary/highlights:*According to their research, playing video games increases the activity of dopamine in the brain--so it is actually physiologically like a drug. "Dopamine is one of the most important </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4820878935733971999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4820878935733971999' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4820878935733971999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4820878935733971999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/crib-notes-playstation-nation-protect.html' title='CRIB NOTES:  Playstation Nation--protect your child from video game addiction'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427729997472353147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_avRhV0zaB14/R_QcDjRckdI/AAAAAAAACZY/Jks3mKdiFVk/S220/IMG_0952.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SDHhx2Z8btI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/77g-7G0_G5A/s72-c/playstation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2453241541044610638</id><published>2008-05-17T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T09:07:19.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 16, 2000</title><summary type='text'>That was the day I lost my dad and found my life. I had a great dad. He was the dad who nailed a wooden basketball hoop to our backyard shed for my eighth birthday and didn't worry that I was the only girl on our block whose birthday wish list did not include Strawberry Shortcake or a My Little Pony. Dad would sneak me out of the house to run errands or go to ball games with him before my other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2453241541044610638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2453241541044610638' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2453241541044610638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2453241541044610638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-16-2000.html' title='May 16, 2000'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6480389186805129771</id><published>2008-05-14T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:09:10.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 cakes?  Really?</title><summary type='text'>I keep coming upon this problem as my kids are getting older. Birthday cakes. One for the family on the actual birthday, one for the friend party (which usually can't be on the actual birthday) and cupcakes to take to their class. Are you serious?  I have dodged this once by sending cookies to class. I have also given the family leftover party cake on the actual birthday (which was a day or two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6480389186805129771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6480389186805129771' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6480389186805129771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6480389186805129771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-cakes-really.html' title='3 cakes?  Really?'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427729997472353147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_avRhV0zaB14/R_QcDjRckdI/AAAAAAAACZY/Jks3mKdiFVk/S220/IMG_0952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8735127723095659568</id><published>2008-05-13T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:19:27.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mom, Bad Mom</title><summary type='text'>It all started with Oprah...She HAD to do a story on puppy mills.  It got my DH and me curious. We started browsing petfinder for fun.  We saw that there were a LOT of dogs out there that needed a home.  It sparked a conversation about dogs and brought us back to the dating years of yore.  A decade ago we used to dream about getting a weimaraner and calling her Uli (OOH-lee) (an Austrian name DH </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8735127723095659568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8735127723095659568' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8735127723095659568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8735127723095659568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-mom-bad-mom.html' title='Good Mom, Bad Mom'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3415916790793991597</id><published>2008-05-12T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T15:31:31.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Circumcise or to Not Circumcise...that is the question</title><summary type='text'>Before the baby was born, we had a few short discussions on the subject, but I was pretty much content to differ the final decision to dh since I didn't really have any strong feeling either direction.  From what I had heard, most fathers choose to have their sons look like them which is why I was somewhat surprised when DH didn't really have strong leanings either. After baby brother was born, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3415916790793991597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3415916790793991597' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3415916790793991597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3415916790793991597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-circumcise-or-to-not-circumcisethat.html' title='To Circumcise or to Not Circumcise...that is the question'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-539142056259030072</id><published>2008-05-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:30:22.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies form the Crib:  Bundle Your Baby Winner</title><summary type='text'>And the winner of the Bundle Your Baby over-the-top car seat cover is:Mrs. M who said:  "Ooh, I know just who to give it to!".  Sounds like someone out there is going to get a FAB gift.  Please e-mail us your shipping info to talesfromthecrib(at)gmail(dot)com and we will get it into the hands of Kelly at Bundle Your Baby.If you didn't win, remember that for a limited time, Tales readers will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/539142056259030072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=539142056259030072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/539142056259030072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/539142056259030072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/freebies-form-crib-bundle-your-baby_12.html' title='Freebies form the Crib:  Bundle Your Baby Winner'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8648546754047983463</id><published>2008-05-09T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:54:52.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, good job...you're a mother! Whassup?</title><summary type='text'>Have we ever had this conversation before?  What do you want for Mother's Day?When I attend Church on Sunday, I do not want a carnation.My kids will take it, fight over, squish it, and it will die.  Or I will sneeze.  Or, after finding a way to carry it delicately around amongst my 14 bags, coats, umbrella(?), and kids, it will just have some sort of mishap and die.  MAYBE if a corsage was pinned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8648546754047983463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8648546754047983463' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8648546754047983463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8648546754047983463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-good-jobyoure-mother-whassup.html' title='Hey, good job...you&apos;re a mother! Whassup?'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5147621525960481999</id><published>2008-05-06T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T11:47:47.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies from the Crib: Bundle Your Baby</title><summary type='text'>Due to a technical problem, the deadline for this giveaway has been extended to Saturday at midnight!This week's freebie comes from another Kelly.  This Kelly is the owner of Bundle Your Baby, a company whose purpose is to "protect your bundle of joy".It all started when Kelly's second baby was born in the middle of a very, very cold, Colorado winter.  She immediately thought there must be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5147621525960481999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5147621525960481999' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5147621525960481999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5147621525960481999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/freebies-form-crib-bundle-your-baby.html' title='Freebies from the Crib: Bundle Your Baby'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SCIOEhf9NZI/AAAAAAAAAZs/wFKPwqGLpAs/s72-c/cover2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-3791891735851406776</id><published>2008-05-06T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T14:16:44.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the World Baby Brother</title><summary type='text'>Baby brother is now three weeks old and I know everyone out there in blog land is just dying to know if any of my labor inducing techniques actually put me into labor.    Well, at one week overdue, I had another appointment with my midwife.  She was nice enough to offer me a good "stripping".  Since this little procedure put me into labor within 24 hours with my first two I quickly accepted her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/3791891735851406776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=3791891735851406776' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3791891735851406776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/3791891735851406776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-world-baby-brother.html' title='Welcome to the World Baby Brother'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1606711082216013818</id><published>2008-05-01T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T06:47:12.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, venting</title><summary type='text'>Other possible titles:Wrong side of the bedBAD BAD morningWhy I nearly threw my TV out the windowWhat's wrong with my middle child?Will YOU babysit all day?  I'll pay well. Deep cleansing breath.After about 45 minutes of cartoons this morning, and with a 5 minute "end of show" warning, I turned off the tube.  All my kids were watching the noggin bliss but one completely flipped out.  This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1606711082216013818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1606711082216013818' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1606711082216013818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1606711082216013818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-venting.html' title='Me, venting'/><author><name>Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04427729997472353147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_avRhV0zaB14/R_QcDjRckdI/AAAAAAAACZY/Jks3mKdiFVk/S220/IMG_0952.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-387689584721022776</id><published>2008-04-29T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:06:28.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autism FAQ</title><summary type='text'>To celebrate Autism Awareness this April, I thought I would share some of the most common questions I get from others after they learn that I have a child with autism.1. Do vaccines really cause autism? Should I get my child immunized?Wow, I get this question A LOT and I am always terrified of giving advice that might have poor consequences for a child, so I try to give as even-handed and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/387689584721022776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=387689584721022776' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/387689584721022776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/387689584721022776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/autism-faq.html' title='Autism FAQ'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SBdyGiXoYtI/AAAAAAAAABM/ix8D_mSx2Nc/s72-c/autism_ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7964914656235740607</id><published>2008-04-27T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:11:17.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Yearning for Zion</title><summary type='text'>I only saw the last 15 minutes of a Dateline story on the recent FLDS news.I am not well-read in the news of late, but I think I understand that a whole lot of kids have been taken away from their moms and dads and spread around to foster homes in the area.  There was one family in particular that really stood out to me.  A mom, a dad, 6 kids.  1 wife.  There home clean, organized and empty.  Her</summary><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/YFZ_Ranch' title='Understanding Yearning for Zion'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7964914656235740607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7964914656235740607' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7964914656235740607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7964914656235740607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/understanding-yearning-for-zion.html' title='Understanding Yearning for Zion'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7216536151348588756</id><published>2008-04-26T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:01:31.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies from the Crib:  Tassi Winners</title><summary type='text'>And the winners of the ingenious Tassi hairwraps are:1. Laurel who said "Amazing how little things can simplify life!"2.  Carrie Carnley who said "this first time mom would love to get her hands on a free hair holder!"UPDATE May 3 - We had to pick a new winner after a week has passed and we have yet to hear from one of our winners.  Sorry Carrie!  The new winner is Stephanie!Please e-mail us your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7216536151348588756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7216536151348588756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7216536151348588756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7216536151348588756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/freebies-form-crib-tassi-winners.html' title='Freebies from the Crib:  Tassi Winners'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6069814725064899782</id><published>2008-04-23T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:01:54.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies from the Crib:  The Tassi</title><summary type='text'>This weeks freebie is brought to you by Shawna Ellsworth, the woman behind the Tassi. What's a Tassi? Well, I'm glad you asked. It's the simple, yet ingenious solution to the “hair problem”. What "hair problem" you ask? You know, the one where you have to pin your hair back with 3 clips, a headband and one ponytail holder and still your hair manages to get soapy and wet while you wash your face. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6069814725064899782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6069814725064899782' title='59 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6069814725064899782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6069814725064899782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/freebies-form-crib-tassi.html' title='Freebies from the Crib:  The Tassi'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SA_O2lXkxjI/AAAAAAAAAYo/mewjY6jsHb4/s72-c/tassi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>59</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1912236942702539094</id><published>2008-04-23T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T17:14:20.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Baby Shower</title><summary type='text'>My turn for an Earth Day Post.I wouldn't say I am a super-duper Tree Hugger, because after all, I am not a huge fan of nature in THAT way...but I am concerned about our Mother Earth and I try to do my part to save the earth.  This past weekend I had the opportunity to do a reading of a new musical with some actors.  One actor in particular stood out initially because she is budding with child, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1912236942702539094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1912236942702539094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1912236942702539094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1912236942702539094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/green-baby-shower.html' title='Green Baby Shower'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-4805496121270340149</id><published>2008-04-22T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:36:39.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Earth Day...</title><summary type='text'>...I thought I would share some photos showing the progress of my square-foot garden. I am pretty sure it's better than Heather O's garden.  In fact, it may just be the best garden in the world ;).On a more serious "Happy Earth Day" note, here are some links to some of the Crib's "greener" posts:Green Cleaning TipsGradually Going GreenMothers can Save the EarthGreen Moving TipsCompanies with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/4805496121270340149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=4805496121270340149' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4805496121270340149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/4805496121270340149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-honor-of-earth-day.html' title='In Honor of Earth Day...'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SA135lXkxdI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bd5E6PW6PUU/s72-c/P4060001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1397505963694826493</id><published>2008-04-21T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:09:16.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out and About</title><summary type='text'>Since it's inception, there has been an exodus of some of our Queens Girls here.  As much as I miss my girls, it has been exciting to see a whole new crop of sweet, young, impressionables move into our area and enrich us by living their lives.  Hmmm....perhaps a Tales from the Crib, The Second?Anyway, one such girl I've got my eye on, and though she is not a contributor here, she is making quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1397505963694826493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1397505963694826493' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1397505963694826493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1397505963694826493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/out-and-about.html' title='Out and About'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5098629535202839528</id><published>2008-04-19T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:01:41.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies from the Crib:  Kelly Couture Winner</title><summary type='text'>And the winner of highly sought after Kelly Couture Freebie is:Vada who said, "Great timing, since the third one just got here..."Please e-mail us at talesfromthecrib (at) gmail (dot) com and we will get you in touch with Kelly so you can pick out your fabulous piece of one-of-a-kind, hand-stamped jewelry. To everyone else out there in blogland who didn't win a piece of Kelly Couture, place your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5098629535202839528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5098629535202839528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5098629535202839528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5098629535202839528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/freebies-form-crib-kelly-couture-winner.html' title='Freebies from the Crib:  Kelly Couture Winner'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5179543673339852191</id><published>2008-04-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:14:38.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of an Unimaginative Mom</title><summary type='text'>Scene: music class, local community center. The class is singing the last part of Frere Jacques.Greta: (teacher of 3-year-old Asher's class swaying in her tie dye and unshaven legs) "BE THE BELL! YOU'VE GOT TO TRUST YOURSELVES....JUST BE THE BELL! COME ON GROWNUPS, YOU NEED TO BE THE EXAMPLE TO YOUR KIDS...." Greta is looking directly at Asher's mom.Asher: "Mama, I'm a bell!" as he sways back and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5179543673339852191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5179543673339852191' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5179543673339852191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5179543673339852191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/tales-of-unimaginative-mom.html' title='Tales of an Unimaginative Mom'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vlduEisg-ok/SLDM-2rDubI/AAAAAAAAABc/RmpVwmAwEpE/S220/125-2582_IMG.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-8984878884342701416</id><published>2008-04-16T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T21:08:07.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies from the Crib: Kelly Couture</title><summary type='text'>I am happy to say we have a handful of cool freebies lined up to giveaway these next few weeks!  And before I share with you the gory details of the long-awaited birth of my son, I have to share this next freebie with you all.  It comes to us from super cool, crazy-talented, MBA momma, Kelly of the esty shop Kelly Couture.You never really know what uber-crafty project Kelly is working on at any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/8984878884342701416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=8984878884342701416' title='117 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8984878884342701416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/8984878884342701416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/freebies-from-crib-kelly-couture.html' title='Freebies from the Crib: Kelly Couture'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SAZR-Pk25HI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MexbSWDK0R8/s72-c/kelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>117</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-2836133460369780617</id><published>2008-04-15T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T17:29:24.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me.</title><summary type='text'>I am not terminally ill.  I do not have a disability. I have nothing chronic.  I embrace life and I try to eat healthy and exercise and though I always think I could be doing more, when I look around, I realize that compared to the average American, I am doing pretty good with my health and lifestyle.  In fact, I might be the BEST at this (just kidding...that was sarcasm for Carrie).I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/2836133460369780617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=2836133460369780617' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2836133460369780617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/2836133460369780617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-me.html' title='Just me.'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5682020890863608184</id><published>2008-04-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:02:59.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Shopping Maternity</title><summary type='text'>So since our resident fashion maven is now adjusting to life with her new little boy,  I will attempt a fashion post of sorts.  Just a few new things I've found, and learned about, in the crazy world of maternity shopping after (almost) completing two pregnancies.This is my new favorite maternity tee.  The side ruching is so flattering on the growing belly.  I've worn this tee throughout my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5682020890863608184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5682020890863608184' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5682020890863608184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5682020890863608184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventures-in-shopping-maternity.html' title='Adventures in Shopping Maternity'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16316641111223010668</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bDQOpoa9J1g/SfFYe9_SeMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/FyCCqCSF7LI/S220/IMG_1079.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-7217859063001468842</id><published>2008-04-14T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:47:00.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby...</title><summary type='text'>We are excited to announce that our fellow Tales girl and fashion maven, Tftcarrie gave birth to a beautiful baby boy this past weekend.  She has a new found appreciation for the beauty of epidurals and was able to have a great birth experience.  Congratulations, Carrie - we are so happy for you and your family!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/7217859063001468842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=7217859063001468842' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7217859063001468842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/7217859063001468842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby...'/><author><name>Sara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Q5lDXCL_8N0/TUPqzPQ1fJI/AAAAAAAADZ4/EI0bFscrCDs/s220/Dwelling%2Bby%2BDesign%2BBlog%2BAvatar.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-1992354045754329112</id><published>2008-04-11T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:20:46.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An inconvenient truth...</title><summary type='text'>To say I am nutso about animals is sort of an understatement!  I am not afraid to admit that I have twisted emotions at times where I would rather see a human suffer than an animal.  I know, extremist.  But it is the way it is for me.  I have come to accept it and those who know and love me have to.  I LOVE animals!I am an activist too.  I don't 100% agree with PETA and their tactics, but I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/1992354045754329112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=1992354045754329112' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1992354045754329112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/1992354045754329112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An inconvenient truth...'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13344773075850784678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C_KdSlZeZv0/TRfmaDTI_uI/AAAAAAAAAAY/OPPcRobhUQY/S220/_MG_3756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5046201842917291220</id><published>2008-04-11T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T07:21:17.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Say; The Lessons We Teach</title><summary type='text'>"Look Mom, that man's little!"  exclaimed my three year old as he pointed his sharp finger over my shoulder. I turned to find a small man standing behind me. Not a midget exactly, but obviously smaller than the others around him. Small enough for my DS to notice. I fumbled for words to say as this gentleman reassures me it's fine, that he was used to it. My heart broke. Yet another kid making fun</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5046201842917291220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5046201842917291220' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5046201842917291220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5046201842917291220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-they-say-lessons-we-teach.html' title='The Things They Say; The Lessons We Teach'/><author><name>kristie sessions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04599450994307987341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3bkHfOgNLOY/SbgFUwnQpcI/AAAAAAAABpE/gYvTtPptTC8/S220/kristie+headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-5143230722082787554</id><published>2008-04-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T17:02:06.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freebies from the Crib:  UBrand Winners</title><summary type='text'>And the winners of our UBrand Luggage Tag Freebie are:1. Joshua who said, "The frog is cool, my son will love it."2.  Richelle who said, "Those look really cute!"3.  Erin Marie who said, "I love the frog one... and the 4-leaf clover."4.  Linz who said, "Congrats on a fab product! I hope I win!"5.  Koobear who said "Cute tags!"Please e-mail us your shipping information and your choice of two tags </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/5143230722082787554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=5143230722082787554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5143230722082787554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/5143230722082787554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/freebies-form-crib-ubrand-winners.html' title='Freebies from the Crib:  UBrand Winners'/><author><name>This is Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12088657344412478638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mr8JY5VoCgY/SpRTX-La5LI/AAAAAAAACVI/kqEU_Mvb79I/S220/twitter_pic1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20356531.post-6201636314348904085</id><published>2008-04-10T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:19:14.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Student of the Week</title><summary type='text'>My daughter’s kindergarten class assigns each child a week to be Student of the Week.Through popping into the classroom I have observed some posters that represent the student of the week.  It is commonly a white flimsy poster board with some snapshots glued onto it.  I heard that last year a kid whose mom was Dominican brought in some cuisine and taught a dance.  My daughter came home the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/feeds/6201636314348904085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20356531&amp;postID=6201636314348904085' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6201636314348904085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20356531/posts/default/6201636314348904085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talesfromthecrib.blogspot.com/2008/04/student-of-week.html' title='Student of the Week'/><author><name>Kage</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00230783469109672874</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
