tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77575312852447583062024-03-19T08:47:05.996-04:00A Megali LifeMegalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-57709662332776013382013-07-23T09:39:00.002-04:002013-07-23T09:49:11.590-04:00Here Lies Megali. She Was Happy.For the record, I started this post months and months ago, which is why I make reference to an October 2012 article on Jezebel by Erin Gloria Ryan called <a href="http://jezebel.com/5954242/rick-santorum-hates-happiness" target="_blank">'Rick Santorum Hates Happiness'</a>.<br />
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Obviously I'm not dead. The post title comes from something Rick Santorum wrote in his book <em>American Patriots</em>. I wholeheartedly disagree with his statement and it has nothing to do with his politics. I'm coming at what he said as a woman who has been so depressed at times that I couldn't even remember what happiness felt like, let alone believe I deserved to experience it.<br />
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Did God give us the right to pursue a good time? Don't get me wrong-happiness is a wonderful emotion and a state to be desired. But is that what our founders really intended to be the pursuit of our country and its people-to be happy? <strong>Let's put it this way: How would you like your tombstone to read, ‘Here lies [your name]. He/she was happy'?</strong> Count me out! Isn't life supposed to be more significant than that? Let's face it-many of life's pleasures are not even good for us, as my waistline constantly reminds me.</blockquote>
As one of the commenters, cassibearRAWR, notes at the end of the Jezebel article, one of our founding fathers did actually have something to say about God and his interest in our happiness:<br />
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Um, also, "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." So, yeah. Look, of course not all things that make people happy are legal, nor should they be. And I can easily see how one might argue Santorum's position, even though I vehemently disagree. <a href="http://www.politifact.com/truth-o-meter/statements/2012/mar/07/rick-santorum/rick-santorum-says-happiness-time-our-founders-was/" target="_blank">PolitiFact</a> clearly argues why I see it as a "mostly false" notion.<br />
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T[hree historians] agreed Santorum was right in the sense that " ‘pursuit of happiness’ is the pursuit of fulfillment in a wider sense than immediate gratification," said Jan Lewis, a history professor at Rutgers University at Newark who wrote the encyclopedia entry.<br />
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That’s relatively consistent with Santorum’s claim that happiness "was not doing what you want to do." But Santorum’s claim that to the founders it instead meant "doing what you ought to do" lands him on the wrong side of history, experts said.<br />
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That’s a puritanical definition out of line with the world of Jefferson.<br />
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"It wasn't a sense of obligation. It wasn't a sense of oughtness. Rather, it was a more expansive sense of property," Lewis said. "... I guess the closest we could say is ‘well-being,’ being well-situated, being fulfilled."<br />
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And Jefferson may not have been referring to individual happiness at all, she said — a point of debate among scholars. He may have been writing about a general sense of social well-being, a good standard of living — not about individual desire or duty.<br />
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"It wasn't an individualist, libertine happiness or individualist pleasure-seeking," she said. "But it wasn't a sense of duty."</blockquote>
My greatest hope for my sons, above success in whatever way they define the word, above even kindness and thoughtfulness, is that they facilitate a sense of happiness in themselves and others most of their lives (with what is an obvious caveat to me - they can't hurt people, animals, or things to achieve happiness.) And I don't see anything wrong with that. We get this one life on Earth. Why shouldn't we enjoy it (in a legal and moral way)?<br />
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A little while ago, I watched a movie that illustrates what life looks like when enjoying life isn't possible, and it isn't exactly pretty. Well, that's not entirely true - it is cinematically stunning and the. <em>Melancholia</em> was directed by controversial director Lars von Trier. It's haunting. The characters are terribly unlikeable. When their vulnerability is so bluntly laid open, it grows exhausting to care about their fate. What a rather apt depiction of being the loved one of someone suffering from depression or other mental illness. It is the realistic, pessimistic portrayal of how depression sucks the spirit out of the depressed <em>and</em> their family that is un-pretty.<br />
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Kirsten Dunst's character tries to explain her emotional struggle to Charlotte Gainsbourg, the woman playing her sister, “I’m trudging through this gray wooly yarn, it's clinging to my legs. It’s really heavy to drag along.” < THAT! Yes! That, in one sentence, is <em>nearly</em> a perfect description of what my depression can be like. Just add that I grow apathetic about the yarn, that I no longer want to have to trudge along, and that I imagine ceasing existence (not dying, just not being, and there is a distinction for me) to be the preferable course of action.<br />
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As Will Leitch puts it in his review, <em>Melancholia</em> documents "<a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/blogs/the-projector/review-melancholia-end-world-she-knows-she-feels-230017836.html" target="_blank">how she destroys everything around her and feels nothing ... and hates herself for it.</a>" It's not just me that depression destroys, it is my husband, my sons, it was and is my parents, and my sister, and my brothers. I don't want that; I've never wanted to hurt them.</div>
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Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-36133224382870365832013-07-03T11:02:00.002-04:002013-07-03T11:02:27.262-04:00On the DocketHere are some of the things I'm working on or have written and need to post:<br />
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- At the end of June, I set a goal of visiting one new park (to the boys, anyway) a week. This means I'm also going to start <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2012/04/playground-series-launch-garrett-park.html" target="_blank">The Playground Series</a> up again!<br />
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- Finally highlight Curly's birthday party and show how all my <a href="http://pinterest.com/amegalilife/party-ideas/" target="_blank">Pinterest party planning</a> ideas came to fruition.<br />
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- A really real look into depression from my perspective.<br />
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- Tracking my fitness and weight loss progress as I prepare for my second half marathon. Accountability, people! <br />
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- One of the things I questioned was getting involved in product reviews again. I decided that I wanted to do book reviews of some of the great children's books we take out at the library (purely for selfish reasons, so that I can remember them!) and other reviews of products <em>I</em> choose that I like, recommend and really use.<br />
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- More Curly and Slim fun and funny moments that I want to document. Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-65608528697444792522013-04-13T19:37:00.000-04:002013-04-14T19:42:39.306-04:00YellowMy mom is a storyteller. She likes to tell stories of our lives over and over again. Occasionally it gets frustrating as she gets stuck on a minor detail - was it a Tuesday or a Thursday - and my siblings, my Dad, or I will blurt, "it doesn't matter. Get to the point!" But usually I enjoy her stories because I find that new details might be revealed in each telling.<br />
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One story involves a request three year old me had of the move from the state in which I was born to the state in which I grew up. I demanded a yellow bedroom. Admittedly, my parents could have painted my new room to appease me but our new house came with a yellow bedroom already. Fortuitous. Eventually that room became my brothers' as it was the biggest and made the most sense for sharing.<br />
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Yellow makes me happy.<br />
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I had hoped to find a bright, lemon yellow dress for my 8th grade dance but had no luck. Maybe it wasn't a color designers were using, maybe a dress that color just wasn't in the stores we were checking, who knows? Instead I wound up with a sleeveless dress in cobalt.<br />
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Blue is, and has been for nearly two decades, my favorite color.<br />
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I've <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2012/04/celebrate-loved-ones-while-they-live.html" target="_blank">previously shared my affinity for Spring</a> and the memories the season brings. Bold, bright forsythia blooms in our backyard. It may not be here next year or may just be cut back. We have new rear neighbors who have sons about the same age as ours and we'll need a better path between backyards.<br />
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I am always discovering new ways in which I grow more and more like my mother. I think I might be described as a roundabout storyteller too.
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A few years ago, when dealing with <a href="http://www.ppda.ca/what-is-ppd/antepartum-depression" target="_blank">antepartum depression,</a> my therapist gave me a book called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nobodys-Perfect-Mother-Concept-Books/dp/0807557072" target="_blank">Nobody's Perfect, Not Even My Mother</a> in which "a young child learns that nobody's perfect, yet people can be wonderful just the
same." because part of my struggle was perfectionism and not being who I thought I should be, particularly as a mom. The illustrations and moreso the storyline feel old; the book is from the 80s. Yet, when reading aloud to a child, it helps temper the parental hero worship that lasts for such a short time in their young life, and reminds the reader that nobody's perfect, not even me. In the words of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stuart_Smalley" target="_blank">Stuart Smalley</a>, "...and that's...okay."<br />
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My imperfections are <em>not</em> few, but I think some of the worst ones are evident when I'm in such a hurry I forego minor laws and basic human courtesy. Nothing good comes from rushing. Case in point, several weeks ago we were thisclose to running late to an obligation and I chose to, just this once, turn right at the stoplight closest to our house, despite the prominent "No Turn on Red" sign. Sure enough, there was a police officer in the vicinity who witnessed my mistake and pulled me over. It was my first time ever getting pulled over and I didn't cry like I always assumed I would, even though the boys were asking me if I was going to jail. Instead, the first thing I said to the officer was, "I know exactly what I did wrong and I'm sorry." Fortunately, he was in a forgiving mood and I got off with a warning.<br />
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It's funny because, as R will be sure to tell you, I ordinarily won't even jaywalk because it's against the law. And, as R will also attest, I tend towards what he calls overly-PC and what I consider walking a mile in someone else's shoes. Kurt Vonnegut succinctly stated my life's goal, "God damn it, you've got to be kind."<br />
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When I fail in that regard, I want to cry and I get an empty hurt in the pit of my stomach. I had such an encounter today and it was all my fault.<br />
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We had a busy morning. We went to a playdate, then a toy store to get gift ideas as we have a birthday party every Saturday for the next four weekends. Last stop was the library. I park and let the kids out through Curly's side of the car. While making sure he's safe, Slim pushes the door hard to get out. It hits the car next to us. I register that the car is running; the driver is in the car. I reprimand Slim, insisting he needs to pay better attention to his surroundings. I'm mortified. But I'm also single-minded in my purpose - we have to get in and out of the library fast, make it home to eat lunch, load up the backpack with snack, note, and folder, then meet the pm kindergarten bus. The car that was hit by our door has its reverse lights on; the driver is leaving. Ok then, my brain's focused on the to-do list. We need to hurry.<br />
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Walking now, we're five cars away when I hear a loud, "What do you think you're doing?" I know who it is. I know they are talking to me. But the tone of voice raises my hackles and I turn around and defensively respond, "Excuse me?" A blonde woman, about my age, looks at me disdainfully. She says something else caustically. I walk towards her and ask her to please cut the sarcasm in front of my kids. She does. She points out the mark on her door that matches the color of mine. I hadn't noticed. I want to melt from embarrassment. She dresses me down calmly, deservedly. <br />
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I profusely apologize. I explain that my focus isn't where it should be. I offer my insurance information. I want to prove that I'm actually a very nice person. She won't take it, any of it. All she wants is something impossible. For me to go back in time and say I'm sorry without prompting. That it was bad enough when people walk away from things like that when the driver isn't there, but it is worse when they are.<br />
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It is too late. The damage is done. Literally and figuratively. She is right and I darn well know it. She doesn't take anything from me, but imparts a final message. Her point sounds like something you'd hear in a horror movie, "Just don't let yourself do this again."<br />
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This past weekend, my boys wanted to play "baby." I had such a woah-time-is-going-way-too-fast moment strike as I cradled them in my arms. It especially resonated with my older son, my first baby, as all four feet plus of him and his long, lean limbs stretched far beyond my lap.<br />
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A friend and I recently discussed that while we may be picky about what movies we play in our home, we're unlikely to ever censor their book choices. Yet when they were itty bitty, I did occasionally employ creative editing of some morbid lullabies and nursery rhymes.<br />
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If, like me, you've wondered why anyone would write lyrics about a child falling to their presumed death, let alone sing it to put children to sleep, perhaps you'd like my reworked Rock-a-Bye Baby!<br />
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Are there any songs or stories that disturbed you enough to change them when sharing with your kids?Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-86811998569699079392013-03-22T17:43:00.001-04:002013-03-22T17:43:03.796-04:00Blog Break's OverHi there. I missed you. I missed writing. Life, on the other hand, provided an abundance of distractions. Primarily health issues. Depression reared its ugly head with me again. And R and Slim had and have their own things. But neither are my story to tell, so I won't. I returned to journaling first, but I like sharing my words too much to give up on blogging. My blog break's over. I can't promise I won't disappear again, but I hope not. Now that I've given thought to what I can write about while still allowing my subjects a respectful level of confidentiality, I have a lot to say!Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-34019458576929255712012-08-01T10:58:00.003-04:002012-08-01T11:04:23.698-04:00World Breastfeeding Week: Celebrating Nursing in PublicHappy World Breastfeeding Week! Twenty years ago, World Breastfeeding Week (WBW) was <a href="http://worldbreastfeedingweek.org/" target="_blank">born!</a> As it states on their <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/World-Breastfeeding-Week-2012/293327800702827?sk=info" target="_blank">Facebook page</a> it was "Launched by the World Alliance for Breastfeeding Action (WABA) to focus and facilitate actions to protect, promote and support breastfeeding, [WBW] is officially celebrated annually from Aug 1-7."<br />
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In honor of WBW, I will be doing some breastfeeding themed posts on the blog.<br />
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First up, is one that I dredged from my old Myspace account. I had to reset my password, but yup, mine still exists. It's like an online time capsule! Back in 2007, when Slim was six months old, we took a trip (my first! and only) to Disney World. Really, Slim and I just tagged along during one of R's work conferences, but I couldn't pass up the chance to finally get to go. I was the recipient of a comment while nursing in the park and follows is my recap of what happened.<br />
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In making the commitment to breastfeed, I have also known that I would need to nurse in public. Nursing in public has made the news a lot lately - from the incident on a <a href="http://breastfeeding.blog.motherwear.com/2012/03/emily-gillette-settles-lawsuit-over-being-forced-off-plane-for-breastfeeding.html" target="_blank">Delta</a> flight to a mother being accosted by a security guard in the <a href="http://www.birthwithoutboundaries.com/about/projects/berkshire.htm" target="_blank">Berkshire Mall</a> to several more cases that I'm sure moms have suffered in silence without going to the media. Slim's nursed nearly everywhere - restaurants, stores, people's homes, even on a steamboat at Disney and although the fear has never stopped me from feeding him wherever I am, I have to admit, I've always been worried that someone would make a rude comment about it. </blockquote>
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Thankfully, my first comment was a positive one. Early into our day at Disney Slim got hungry. I sat down, got comfortable and nursed him. A woman with dyed red hair came up to me and said, "Thank you so much for breastfeeding in public!" I was flustered by someone approaching me while nursing and responded, "Oh my God, of course!" And away she walked. She made me so happy that it brought a tear to my eye. I asked R to take a picture of me nursing Slim right then to capture the moment. It's one I truly cherish.</blockquote>
Over the course of approximately four years of breastfeeding, I never once was on the end of a disparaging comment while my baby/toddler/child was at my breast. The closest I got was while flying solo with Curly and my seatmate asked if I needed a blanket and she'd press the flight attendant button since my hands were full. I responded with a polite, "no, thank you - we're good here!" and got a simple, "oh, ok" in turn. I truly think she was genuinely trying to be helpful, but also felt slightly uncomfortable. The Disney experience was my only encouraging comment from a stranger though. <br />
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In last month's La Leche League meeting, I paraphrased a quote (don't know to whom to attribute, but Google says <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/confidence" target="_blank">Eleanor Roosevelt)</a>, "Other people aren't thinking about you as much as you think, so don't worry!" It sounds negative, but I meant it to be freeing and supportive of nursing in public. It's so easy to think that everyone is staring at you when you're latching your child on, but chances are, they don't notice. Plus, if someone is looking at you, it may be a woman like me, who is fondly remembering her nursing days! I've been known to give thank you comments of my own, but occasionally I just smile.<br />
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It was only a few short weeks post September 11th and R and I were discussing wanting a pet. I think we wanted to fill the void in our hearts, we wanted something innocent to cherish and protect, we wanted a semblance of Rockwellian ordinary life, and we wanted to feel more like a family unit. Maybe. I don't know. We were on the young side of twenty, practically still kids. </div>
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When we walked into the PetSmart adoption event, we actually were looking for a cat. After all, at the time we lived in a one bedroom apartment and both had full time jobs. I had normal hours, in a bank, but R was a restaurant manager at the time, and there was no normal. There were no cats that day, but several adorable puppies. None were siblings. All the dogs were different breeds. I remember another couple chose an all black dog and were wandering around the aisles looking for leather accessories - including biker jacket - for their new addition, Harley.<br />
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Choosing a name for you took a couple of hours. See, we'd picked out a name for a cat (Philly, after the city) but it just seemed silly on you. I don't recall all of the names we tossed around. But I know it was me who said, "Hannah?" while we walked you outside, on the apartment's common grounds, and you perked right up. It was settled. Hannah Banana Lastname was officially ours.</div>
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I'm not ready to say good-bye yet. And though you are not at a point where I'd have to, you are showing your age more lately. My puppy has more aches and pains and isn't quite so spry, my sweet girl can occasionally be like a crotchety old man. Just promise me, that when the time comes, you let me know. Shh, yes, I am crying, don't look at me like that Hannah. I hope I am giving you a good life. Because I know you help make mine richer.<br />
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Cottonwood trees mean nothing to me, but I admire the way the leaves follow the contours of the body. I finally settled the debate; I want a leaf (or leaves) tattoo. But it has to be more than just a pretty picture. What leaf is tied to a memory?<br />
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If you "like" <a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/AMegaliLifeBlog" target="_blank">my blog page on Facebook,</a> you may have noticed my cover photo of ginkgo leaves.<br />
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When I was a little girl, I often spent part of recess making bouquets from the ginkgo leaves that fell on my elementary school playground.<br />
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Despite being part of a load of BzzCampaigns with <a href="https://www.bzzagent.com/" target="_blank">BzzAgent</a>, I've understandably been preoccupied with the move and haven't been bzzing quite as often as I should.<br />
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I want to share my thoughts on Garnier Fructis Triple Nutrition. But first, let me tell you about my hair and then do a photo retrospective!<br />
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You know how schools do class superlatives, like Most Likely to Succeed and Best Dressed? Well, in eighth grade I was selected for the Prettiest Hair award. Friends, amongst other nicknames, called me Pantene Girl.<br />
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Sure, I haven't always liked how I look (and I have a post coming on that, after the move) but I've almost always liked my hair.<br />
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I'm blonde, naturally. Up until I was in middle school, my hair turned platinum blonde in the Summer sun. Now, my hair is an ashy blonde that borders on dishwater. Since I first discovered Sun-In when I was twelve or so, I've been lightening or otherwise coloring my hair. The only time I see the natural color is when I let it grow long enough for the roots to show. For instance, now. I haven't had my hair cut or highlighted in months. I'm accidentally working the ombre hair look when all I've been trying to do is become more low maintenance.<br />
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Ultimately, I've always been of the opinion that it's only hair and it will grow back. This is why I'm not afraid to experiment. In the last ten years alone, I've had short hair three times, sported several styled of bangs, gone without, attempted to be platinum blonde, went dark on my own and at a salon, and decided that certain styles aren't worth repeating. Which isn't to say I won't!<br />
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You can see how in less than one year's time, from August 2011 to May 2012, how quickly my hair grows. Between those months, I have only had my hair cut and highlighted once. The May picture was taken at Slim's school during the Mother's Day Tea event. You'll notice my tongue sticking out and him making a silly pout. I was in the midst of saying, "smile" when another mom snapped the picture. I included it so that you can see how my hair looks when using Garnier Fructis Triple Nutrition.</div>
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Green living is important to me, but I am nowhere near the level I'd like to be. It pleases me that the packaging is more eco-friendly: the bottles are made containing <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polyethylene_terephthalate" target="_blank"> PET</a> and 30% recycled plastic. They're also 10% lighter, which saves over 125 tons of plastic annually. </div>
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I have been using it in conjunction with a clarifying shampoo and conditioner and a charcoal scalp treatment. I don't wash my hair every day - I've, on average, used Garnier Fructis two times a week. But I feel that the regimen I put together helps my hair look fabulous.</div>
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</div>Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-69798328990520033912012-05-23T08:11:00.000-04:002012-05-23T08:11:07.115-04:00Of things that will never beOkay, let me get this out of the way first: I love my sons and would not trade them for anything. This post is merely a reflection of my thought that it would be nice to have a daughter as well. Meaning, in addition to, not instead of.<br />
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If Slim had been a girl, we would have named him Nora Rachel.<br />
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Had Curly been a girl, his name would have been Sarah Gwyneth.<br />
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And because I make R play the name game with me, we know what we would name an accidental (which is the only way a future child is happening) son or daughter. I'll keep those names close, just in case an accident happens, that way their name would be as private as Slim's and Curly's.<br />
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What's got me thinking of daughters?<br />
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I suppose it's the time of year. Friend's daughters are having their dance recitals and I feel a tad envious. When I was a girl, I took ballet, jazz and modern dance from instructors who, while I didn't entirely recognize it at the time, created a caring atmosphere that inspired love of movement, body confidence, and respect. It makes me sad that I will likely never enroll a child of mine in dance or watch them perform in a dance recital. <br />
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I've discussed my thoughts on this with R and with friends. Despite being a parent who encourages her sons to break beyond typical gender roles, I do have my limits. Unless Slim or Curly approach us about wanting to take dance lessons, I won't sign them up. I recognize the societal view of a male dancer.<br />
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To which I argue:<br />
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<span dir="auto">Mikhail Baryshnikov was considered a sex symbol, which <a href="http://www.haaretz.com/weekend/week-s-end/mikhail-baryshnikov-dances-his-way-to-tel-aviv-1.393685" target="_blank">he finds an "illusion from the stage."</a> But damn if there isn't something powerful and inherently sexy about an athletic body.</span><br />
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<span dir="auto">Still. Although there are resources like the blog, <a href="http://boysballet.wordpress.com/about/" target="_blank">Boys and Ballet,</a> that seek to highlight male success in dance and eliminate, or at least ease, the stereotypes boys taking ballet face. Yet. Even knowing enough football players have taken ballet, <a href="http://www.slate.com/articles/sports/sports_nut/2005/08/big_men_stretching.html" target="_blank">"it wasn't news anymore."</a> </span><br />
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<span dir="auto">All of those things do not compel me to subject my guys to potential mocking for what is nothing more than my desire to have a dancer. To me, that would be no better than forcing them to only play with trucks when they also wanted to play with baby dolls, or making them wear dresses instead of shorts without their consent. I cannot force my will on my children. </span><br />
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<span dir="auto">Yes, it's hard for me, as someone who believes in blurring the lines between traditional male and female roles to acknowledge the hold sexism has on me and the limits I will set as a mother. I do somewhat bemoan the possibilities lost with no Nora or Sarah. Ultimately, my wanting Slim and Curly to know how to sew, change a flat tire, make a meal, and build something </span><span dir="auto">is so that they have an abundance of tools to become awesome. And become the person they want. Not what I want.</span><br />
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As thanks for all that, plus a little friendly payback for learning <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2012/05/im-as-pretty-as-bug.html" target="_blank">I'm as pretty as a bug,</a> I decided to question Slim about his teachers' predilections. While pinning, I came across a perfect free printable courtesy of <a href="http://www.busykidshappymom.org/2012/05/all-about-your-childs-teacher.html" target="_blank">Busy Kids = Happy Mom,</a> who somehow (must have been magic!) took my very thoughts out of my head and wrote them in her blog,<br />
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We did this and it was as hysterical as I expected!<br />
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The bold part is what was pre-printed and I wrote out Slim's answers as dictated. The addendum I made are clarified in italics.<br />
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<strong>My teacher's name is:</strong> <em>Names redacted for protection of the innocent, but we'll call them Miss Short Hair and Miss Long Hair so that I can keep it straight.</em> Miss Short Hair/Miss Long Hair<br />
<strong>She live in:</strong> the school/Kansas<br />
<strong>She is _____ years old</strong>: 5/6<br />
<strong>Her favorite food is:</strong> peanuts/salad<br />
<strong>Her favorite drink is:</strong> lemonade/pink lemonade<br />
<strong>She likes to wear:</strong> special pins/shorts and pants<br />
<strong>Her favorite book is:</strong> a magazine/a magazine too<br />
<strong>If she has free time, she likes to:</strong> sit and watch people/twirl her legs<br />
<strong>Her favorite thing to do is:</strong> <em>(after he said, yell at people - which I don't get because I've been in that classroom both at set times or just dropping in and they aren't yellers. Nor has he ever mentioned them yelling)</em> drinking soda/drinking water<br />
<strong>She is REALLY good at:</strong> running really fast/having staring contests<br />
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I also put together an easy end of year present for them. We had already contributed to the class gift, so I didn't go all out as some of my gift ideas that I had pinned. First of all, I frankly had no inclination because of the move. Secondly, I don't want to do something cute, but impractical. And I've gathered over the course of the year that they appreciate caffeine.<br />
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Which meant, the thanks a "latte" idea from <a href="http://eighteen25.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2011-04-28T06%3A00%3A00-07%3A00&max-results=15" target="_blank">eighteen25</a> was the way to go. I didn't take pictures of how mine turned out, but it was similar. Instead of string to hold it together, I attached the gift card to the corrugated cardboard with a small clothespin. Easy, peasy.<br />
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Tomorrow is Slim's graduation from preschool. I've been holding in all the tears from saying good-bye to our Kansas friends. Although I know I'll cry tomorrow (because I am the woman who bawled at the Home Depot commercial from the Super Bowl several years back), I just hope that once I release the tears, the dam doesn't break and make it turn into an ugly cry!<br />
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I think I need to watch the aforementioned commercial several times in succession to steel myself. Or maybe that will make it worse?Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-68315476949087569272012-05-19T20:26:00.002-04:002012-05-19T20:26:42.802-04:00Our very, very, very fine houseWant to see pictures of how our rental house in PA is coming along? Just under two weeks until we move in!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'm stoked over the morning light in the dining room. Open door on left leads outside. Door on right opens to a closet.</td></tr>
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Now I just need to take pictures of some furniture here that we're trying to sell. Anyone want to buy an Ashley Furniture queen bedroom set?Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-12528545121182869062012-05-18T09:01:00.003-04:002012-05-18T09:01:33.117-04:00Breathe in the flowers, blow out the birthday candles<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Last month, <a href="http://funkylittleearthchild.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Funky Little EarthChild</a> wrote on her <a href="http://www.facebook.com/AMegaliLife/favorites#!/funkylittleearthchild" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>, <br />
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Not all of what she says is identical to how my five year acts and reacts, yet the outline of him is evident. It's like looking at yourself in a funhouse mirror, all your features are there, but distorted slightly. You still recognize the person when you see them. <br />
<br />Slim is responding to my high stress over the move in a, well let's just call it a non-optimal way. I feel challenged by his behavior and it doesn't seem like he wants to be so tightly sprung. I'm anxious, he's anxious, we're a barrel of anxious monkeys over here! It has always been my practice to allow my sons their emotions, yet guide them in a socially acceptable manner of expression. So, I am or will be trying three things to help him. And help me too. My stress release methods could certainly stand <strike>tweaking</strike> an overhaul. I may be the adult in this relationship, but with my increased yelling, I'm not a good role model when it comes to how I've handled the crappy last few months.<br />
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I know that when I am no longer a <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2012/04/temporary-single-mom.html" target="_blank">temporary single mom</a>, when R and I are reunited, and when we are living together, in the same state, as a family, my usual calm down tactics will be functioning again. In the meantime, I am living at my wit's end and counting down the days. It's wise to keep a toolbox stocked though and it wouldn't hurt to rotate in some new tools. What keeps you from pulling out your hair?<br />
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As for Slim, I want to work on:<br />
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When the boys took Gymboree Play & Music classes, one of the sports teachers was fond of ending the class with stretches and a simple breathing exercise. She encouraged the kids to hold their hands cupped up near their nose and, "breathe in the flowers" then lower their hands perpendicular to their mouths and, "blow out the birthday candles." I want to lead him in this and some other breathing exercises for relaxation. One I plan to implement was something a dance instructor of mine from childhood used to close out the class. I welcomed the moments of calm and control over my body as we were told to tighten our toes, ankles, calves, and on and on up to the hair growing out of our heads and then to release in reverse order. I hope Slim gains as much out of it as I did.<br />
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<a href="http://creeksidelearning.com/" target="_blank">Creekside Learning</a>, a homeschool blog, outlines <a href="http://creeksidelearning.com/2012/04/28/4-ways-that-kids-benefit-from-yoga/" target="_blank">four ways that kids benefit from yoga</a>: body, breathing, mind, and peace. It builds on the breathing exercise goal and is something I think will soothe Slim's soul and focus his frantic energy.<br />
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A book that I read to my guys sometimes and have used twice in different storytime & craft days I've hosted is <span id="btAsinTitle"><em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/My-Daddy-Is-Pretzel-Parents/dp/1841481513/ref=cm_cr_pr_product_top" target="_blank">My Daddy Is a Pretzel: Yoga for Parents and Kids</a></em> by Baron Baptiste. It is an engaging introduction to yoga. The story is based during a class circle time, in which children are sharing what their parents and guardians do for a living. Every career relates back to a yoga pose that the narrator's father can do. "Samantha's mommy is a baker, sometimes my daddy is a pretzel" Easy to understand instructions are accompanied by a step by step illustration of the pose. </span><br />
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<span>Thanks to a <a href="http://plumdistrict.com/" target="_blank">Plum District</a> deal and a friend's thoughtfulness in suggesting I check out <a href="http://www.romparoo.com/" target="_blank">Romparoo,</a> I have Curly enrolled in a few weeks of Summer camp. They also offer yoga for 5-7 year olds, as long as there is sufficient interest (so please, if you're in the area, sign up your child!) and I have expressed interest in getting Slim involved.</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.jugglingwithkids.com/2011/10/mind-jar.html" target="_blank">Juggling with Kids</a> - Although she made hers later, this was the first one I discovered on Pinterest and sent me down the rabbit hole searching for more.<br />
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<a href="http://www.herewearetogether.com/2011/06/27/another-mind-jar/" target="_blank">Here We Are Together</a> - Juggling with Kids links to this blog as the source and Here We Are Together links to still life with circles who indicates the idea derived from the book <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Moody-Cow-Meditates-Kerry-MacLean/dp/086171573X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1303784608&sr=8-1" target="_blank"><em>Moody Cow Meditates</em></a><em>. </em>There is a printable available here to affix to your mind jar should you so choose.<br />
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<a href="http://stilllifewithcircles.blogspot.com/2011/04/meditating-with-childrens.html" target="_blank">still life with circles</a> - Discusses guided meditation ideas and has a picture of what the mind jar looks like before it's all shook up.<br />
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<a href="http://www.sunhatsandwellieboots.com/2012/04/mind-jar.html" target="_blank">Sun Hat & Wellie Boots</a> - I find solidarity in this post because she was led to create a mind jar for her daughter because of being overwhelmed by a move too.<br />
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The premise of the mind jar is to serve as a time for reflection and meditation to ease a child's mind in those moments when they are a human twister. It's not meant as a punitive time out. If you practice time ins or are familiar with Montessori peace tables and education, it is akin to those philosophies - a chance for regrouping.<br />
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Although the mind jar can be made from a plastic container, I would prefer to make ours from glass, as in the examples. Given that, the project will be completed post-move. In the meantime, we have one of those glittery seek-and-find magic wands that I'll have Slim use for practice as I discuss the mind jar plans with him.<br />
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Above, I asked for me, but I also want to know what coping tools you've provided your children? Have you used any of the three things on our list to try successfully?Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-23991562063221338052012-05-16T16:46:00.001-04:002012-05-16T16:46:27.794-04:00Slim & Curly - A Snapshot in WordsMy three year old is freshly minted.<br />
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Now that the weather is warmer, he's moving beyond the notion that a shirt is not worth his time unless it has a hoodie.<br />
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He has mispronunciations I find endearing. When he finds something gross, he declares it uh-sgusting. Fox sounds more like box out of his mouth.<br />
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I love discovering and rediscovering how outgoing he can be, even when not with his brother.<br />
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My five and a half year old is insistent on adding the half.<br />
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Now that the school year is drawing to a close and we are approaching our farewell Kansas date, he's concerned, for the first time in all our moves, about not just missing his old friends, but making new ones.<br />
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He has writing quirks I find delightful. One of the letters of his name is always written backwards, just like Andy in <em>Toy Story</em>.<br />
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I love watching him read to his brother. <br />
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This is where they are in the middle of Spring 2012. A snapshot in words.<br />
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I <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-first-marathon.html" target="_blank">shared</a> how I am particpating in the <a href="http://joggermommarathon.com/" target="_blank">Joggermom Marathon</a> and promised to keep you, dear readers, up to date on my progress.<br />
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Here we are, in the middle of the month, and I'm not as close to 26.2 miles as I'd like. I'm preoccupied with the move and I hurt my ankle enough to rest it for a bit, so I'm only about 9 miles in. <br />
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However, I am committed to completing this, despite the distractions. One way I've figured out how to do this and get the family involved is to play tag for at least a half mile every day. Do you know how easy that actually is? The boys and I ran for .74 miles today. It took less than ten minutes. I used the <a href="http://www.mapmyrun.com/" target="_blank">MapMyRun app</a> to keep track of our games of chase, tag, and races to the bridge, the tree, the statue that looks like a dog, and the bench. <br />
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In an email to all the virtual racers, the founders wrote, "Last year we had only a 50% success rate. I am hoping this year the numbers will be much greater! Finish what you start! You will be happy you did."<br />
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I know I will. <br />
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Will you join me? Remember, there's lots of great prizes to be won! Registration closes today.Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-73691338206109721142012-05-15T13:57:00.002-04:002012-05-15T13:57:23.222-04:00Quaker Oatmeal Squares Product ReviewAnticpate lots of <a href="https://www.bzzagent.com/" target="_blank">BzzAgent</a> product reviews coming up! I have been fortunate to receive a wide variety of things to try and tell lately. <br />
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One of those items was <a href="http://www.quakeroats.com/products/oat-cereals/oatmeal-squares/Honey-Nut.aspx" target="_blank">Quaker Oatmeal Squares</a>.<br />
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I'm a big believer in easy, healthy breakfasts. I love oatmeal, when it is cooked right. Although I'm working on reducing packaged and processed foods from the family diet, I admit instant oatmeal does make mornings easier and they are mostly pretty healthy choices. <a href="http://www.quakeroats.com/products/oatmeal/instant-oatmeal.aspx" target="_blank">Quaker Instant Oatmeal</a> in the Maple & Brown Sugar flavor or <a href="http://www.quakeroats.com/products/oatmeal/quick-oats.aspx" target="_blank">Quaker Quick Oats</a> with fruit, honey, or peanut butter mixed in is a frequent breakfast of mine ... and my kids.<br />
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We received a full sized box and sample sized boxes to share of the Brown Sugar and I went on to buy boxes of Golden Maple. It wasn't surprising that Slim and Curly enjoyed both the Brown Sugar and Golden Maple flavors of Quaker Oatmeal Squares. They liked the taste. I appreciated the whole grain, fiber and calcium as necessities and benefits to their diet.<br />
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My kids are like me - weird. I don't like much, if any milk on my cereal. Neither do they. I think they preferred Quaker Oatmeal Squares as a snack more than a breakfast. It worked as a chance to give them something sweet that was between fruit (my choice) and a cookie (theirs)!<br />
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Compromise is key when it comes to eating in my household. I don't think it's feasible for me to expect a completely whole foods diet. My lifestyle is busy and I will always require convenience foods in some capacity. Foods from Quaker are a way to combine heart healthy, delicious and generally nutritious, and fast in a way with which I'm happy!<br />
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Remember, like I've mentioned in all my product reviews - my opinions are my own. I received samples and coupons in exchange for sharing my real thoughts.<br />Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-25659747710052361172012-05-13T22:30:00.000-04:002012-05-13T23:08:52.191-04:00I'm as Pretty as a Bug<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Happy Mother's Day!<br />
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In honor of the day we celebrate the women who birthed us, adopted us, fostered us, but above all, made room in their hearts for us, I bring to you, "Why my Mom is Special" as dictated by Slim.<br />
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The bold part was pre-printed on the sheet and the rest was filled out by his teachers verbatim. My thoughts follow in italics. <br />
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"<strong>My Mom is special because</strong> she gets me what I like." <em>Hmm, so it appears his love language is gifts.</em><br />
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"<strong>I like it when my Mom</strong> buys things at night." <em>Again with the buying stuff. And what does this even mean? Why at night? We seldom go out at night. Is that why it's special in his mind?</em><br />
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"<strong>My Mom is as pretty as </strong>a bug" <em>A bug, huh? I asked what that meant to him. He clarified that I am lovely like a ladybug or monarch butterfly. I actually like that compliment!</em><br />
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"<strong>My Mom has a pretty smile! I like to make her smile by</strong> making a funny face." <em>Now this one is true! I was starting to think I didn't know my kid anymore because I couldn't predict any of his answers. But this? This I recognize and live daily.</em><br />
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"<strong>My Mom is smart! She even knows</strong> how to twirl on two legs." <em>I'm smart y'all - I bet you can't twirl on two legs!</em><br />
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I am the sole parent for two more weeks. This means I didn't get my number one Mother's Day wish, not to have to deal with anyone else's bodily functions or fluids. Next year, R. Of course, Curly will be done having accidents by then. But you can get the cat litter.<br />
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Without the book in front of me, this is only a paraphrase, but motherhood, to me, is perfectly encapsulated at the end of the first <em>Olivia</em> storybook, when Olivia's mom says, "you wear me out, but I love you anyway." My boys are joyous and kind and fascinating and loving ... except when they're not. Argus McFargus, they can be tough stuff. I reflected, this morning on the phone with R, how I think I'm a pretty good mother, so why aren't my sons, well, good-er? The answer I came to is that we get the kids who most need us as parents. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't flourish under any one else's care. I don't know. But it's reassuring nonetheless. At the end of the day, I still know I'm as pretty as a bug. Not everyone can say that.<br />
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You know a park is doing it right when you say, "wow!" outloud and not just in your head. <br />
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As we approached the park, Lake Lenxa came into view to the right and I definitely exclaimed, "wow!" Since his seat is on the passenger side, Slim got the best vantage point and he was fascinated by the trees growing out of the water. It reminded me of <a href="http://charmeck.org/mecklenburg/county/parkandrec/greenways/opengreenways/pages/lowermcalpinecreekmcmullencreekandfourmilecreekgreenways.aspx" target="_blank">where R proposed</a>, both being less gloomy versions of Dagobah.<br />
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It's a lovely sight though, aside from the electrical towers and power lines. Forgive these blurry, not so hot pictures because I took them as we were driving away out my window. Don't worry - it was an empty road and I was going very, very slooooowly. The picture above is the boat launch entrance.<br />
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Speaking of hot - our visit was at the end of April on a toasty afternoon. Expect to see some sweaty, red-faced children!<br />
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Black Hoof Park is chock-full of experiences and things to do. There are:<br />
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<li>the larger play area has traditional playground structures, swings, a unique sandbox, and a nature play area and play stream similar to the one at <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2012/04/playground-series-franklin-park.html" target="_blank">Franklin Park</a>.</li>
<li>a two mile trail around the lake, with offshoots that bring the system up to five miles. Some of the trail is hard surface, some soft, and there is even a boardwalk.</li>
<li>fishing and non-motorized boating</li>
<li>wetlands, prairie, streamway, and forest preserve with outlooks to enjoy nature</li>
<li>a dam, that is described in the <a href="http://www.lenexa.com/parks/pdfs/black_hoof_brochure.pdf" target="_blank">brochure</a> as "uniting form and function, Lake Lenexa's dam and spillway merge engineering with art. Using innovative and cutting-edge concrete and earthwork practices, the design is an artistic representation of water cycle that features fountains, sculptures, and cascading pools. The pedestrian bridge above the spillway offers an exclusive view of the lake and its imaginative dam and spillway design."</li>
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Thanks again to Harrington Home Pro for their park ratings. I don't think Black Hoof Park had completed the larger play area at the time of their review though, because it deserves so much more than a 7!</ul>
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This play structure was a little lower than the second traditional structure, but I wouldn't call either of them super toddler oriented. Curly has been an intrepid climber since long before two, so that is no longer a concern of mine. But I wanted to point that out.<br />
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Although you can't really see it here, but Curly's hair is growing in and you can start to see curls again! Those are some <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2001/11/13/nyregion/carrie-donovan-one-of-a-kind-fashion-editor-and-tv-s-old-navy-lady-dies-at-73.html?pagewanted=all" target="_blank">Old Navy lady</a> large sunglasses. Actually, they're mine. He's swift to remove socks and shoes so he can play in the sandbox.<br />
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Only, it's not a sand<em>box</em>, so much as it it's a big sand<em>freeformshape</em>.<br />
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Friends joined us at the park and we even ran into other friends there unexpectedly.<br />
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Lots on which to climb, jump on and off, and swing.<br />
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This was the higher play structure, seemingly intended for older kids.<br />
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The swings declare it so.<br />
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Be still, my once upon a time lived in the Mushroom Capital of the World heart but these toadstools are adorable!<br />
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The nature play area had rock climbing.<br />
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The play stream, which was not on, despite the temperature, was fun to trek.<br />
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There was what I think was a homeschool event going on at the shelter, otherwise I would have taken closer pictures. I like how you can see the lake from on high. <br />
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We have been warned by friends, who in turn were advised by the park ranger that rattlesnakes have been found nestled on the bottom of slides. They move them when found, but as the <a href="http://www.lenexa.com/parks/pdfs/black_hoof_brochure.pdf" target="_blank">brochure</a> states, "if you encounter a Timber Rattlesnake or Copperhead, carefully move away" and contact animal control with any questions.<br />
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While we didn't make down to the water or to the see the dam, I want to share Virtual Tourist user basstbn's <a href="http://www.virtualtourist.com/travel/North_America/United_States_of_America/Kansas/Lenexa-785181/Things_To_Do-Lenexa-TG-C-1.html" target="_blank">pictures:</a><br />
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You can also see his <a href="http://ftkansasjourney.blogspot.com/2009/05/staying-close-to-home-look-at-lake.html" target="_blank">blog, Frank Thompson's Kansas Journeys</a> for a post in which he agrees on the awesomeness of Black Hoof Park, as well as picture tours of many of the amazing things and places Kansas has to offer.Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-41935755946604209922012-05-10T19:57:00.003-04:002012-05-22T18:13:38.240-04:00There are no winners in the Mommy WarsI've <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2011/09/chronicles-of-nursing-mama.html" target="_blank">mentioned before</a> that I breastfed my boys - Slim for 20 months and Curly for 25. I loved nursing and I miss it and I am happy I was successful at doing what I set out to do.<br />
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I think support is crucial to a breastfeeding relationship. I was fortunate to have it in spades and chose to become a LLL Leader to be a source of support <span class="text_exposed_show">for others. I acknowledge LLL is not for everyone; these are volunteer mothers who have been through a rigorous training period, but they are people first. And sometimes people can be over the top. I've surrounded myself with Leaders and women who live the idea, "meet the mother where SHE is." If you want to nurse for 6 weeks, 6 months, or one year and beyond, I want to support YOU in making that happen.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">To all the women who have come to me with questions about getting your child to the breast, or nursing joys, or how to wean, I hope that I have fulfilled my goal (which is also LLL's) of providing mother to mother support. If I have not been helpful or come across as judgemental, this was never my intent. But if I did, will you please let me know? I like constructive feedback - how else will I grow?</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="text_exposed_show">Breastfeeding made me a better mother, but it doesn't make me better than you. It made <em>me</em> a better mother for <em>my</em> sons because it set <em>me</em> on a path of motherhood that worked for <em>me</em>. I know I just went nutso on the italics there, but I must be clear. There is much too much mommy competition going on and that’s what I want to avoid. In real life, I have friends who never breastfed and friends who did for varying lengths of time. I would never, ever say to their face the mean and cutting things people say with the anonymity of the internet. I don't say them online either. There shouldn't be sides. It would be so much better if we could just compliment one another on not sending our kids running to therapy (yet), give a real or virtual pat on the back, and be on our merry way. </span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show">Yet, the whole notion of opposing teams is perpetuated. Case in point?</span></span><br />
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</span><span class="text_exposed_show">Are you mom enough? Really? Way to imply there is one right way of parenting. Well, there is, actually - the right one for <em>you</em>!</span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show">The divisiveness is driving me up a wall. The Mommy Wars, childfree feminists versus feminist moms, Democrats and Republicans who refuse to cross the aisle ... Seriously, I've had enough. As we often encourage in LLL, "take what you like, and leave the rest." If you don't agree with a political position or a parenting philosophy or a feminist stance, just leave it! Don't wield your words to hurt your opposition. Even better, don't look at it as opposition, but rather a different point of view. Simple as that. It should be, anyway.</span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text">In all of this, shame on Time for using a headline and a picture intended to stir controversy and create sides. Mothers are rightfully hurt by the implication they are not "mom enough" and AP supporters are frustrated at the misrepresentation <span class="text_exposed_show">of the parenting style that suited their family best. Crummy mothers exist. And what defines them as such? It isn't whether or not they breastfed or co-slept or used baby carriers. No, it is the ones who beat their kids or are verbally disdainful and resentful of the kid in front of the child. Those of us, the ones who love our kids and have bad days but are trying and always keep our family's best interests at heart - we are all mom enough! </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span class="commentBody" data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">If you are seeking more validation of that sentiment, @MariaMelee compiled a list of tweets that proclaimed we are enough and mine was included! <a href="http://realmomsguide.sheknows.com/2012/05/10/are-you-mom-enough-what-real-moms-on-twitter-have-to-say-about-time-magazine/" target="_blank">Check out the blog</a> to read how, </span></span></span><br />
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It's my birthday, I'll play Jimmy Buffet if I want to!<br />
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I am now 32.<br />
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This is one of a series of pictures taken by Dorethea Lange that culminated in the famous portrait, <em>Migrant Mother</em>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Florence_Owens_Thompson" target="_blank">Florence Owens Thompson</a> is the iconic mother. She was 32 when the photo was taken. She is so beautiful to me. We all wear our age differently. I have smile lines around my mouth and eyes, but also true wrinkles thanks to my dumbass years tanning outside and in tanning booths. I look tired a lot since becoming a mom. I have stretch marks from my pregnancies and from gaining and losing weight and growing taller, starting at puberty. I haven't managed any new scars in a long time, physical or emotional, but I still nick myself shaving after twenty years practice. Every mark is a memory. I am beautiful too.<br />
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Between a move to my hometown, a job possibility I am pursuing, continuing my first year as a La Leche League Leader, and anticipating my second half marathon, my 32nd year looks promising.Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-65834181879587779682012-05-02T20:06:00.001-04:002012-05-11T22:56:57.684-04:00Inspiring PlaygroundsI hope you like The Playground Series. I have several blogs backlogged for the series, even if you don't!<br />
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The boys and I have been having fun exploring parks throughout Johnson County. Does it sound like there's a "but" there? That's sort of because there is. It's been good to get outside and play and check out all the parks in the area, <em>but</em> the play equipment all starts looking the same after a while. In fact, some of the playground structures are virtually identical, just set up in different parks.<br />
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To break the monotony and give myself some eye candy, I went on an internet search for unique playgrounds. I'm sharing the highlights with you!<br />
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<a href="http://flavorwire.com/284670/15-amazing-playgrounds-from-all-over-the-world?all=1" target="_blank">Flavorwire</a> put together a list of 15 amazing playgrounds from all over the world. These three really struck my fancy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Blue Whale in Plikta park, Gothenburg, Sweden. Designed by <a href="http://www.monstrum.dk/" target="_blank">Monstrum</a>.</td></tr>
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Reenacting the story of Jonah. Or Pinocchio. The whale's "baleen" teeth are so clever.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Forest of Cherry Blossoms at Moerenuma Park, Hokkaido, Japan. Designed by Isamu Noguchi. [Photos <a href="http://pingmag.jp/2006/05/08/isamu-noguchi-moerenuma-park/" target="_blank">via</a>]</td></tr>
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Playground as modern art. Or modern art as playground?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Woods of Net in Hakone, Japan. Designed by Toshiko Horiuchi Macadam. [Photo <a href="http://www.archdaily.com/39223/woods-of-net-tezuka-architects/" target="_blank">via</a>]</td></tr>
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It looks like someone yarn-bombed the park. Beautiful.<br />
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<a href="http://kaboom.org/" target="_blank">KaBOOM!</a>, the national nonprofit dedicated to saving play for America’s children, showcases a ton of cool playgrounds on their <a href="http://kaboom.org/blog" target="_blank">blog.</a> <br />
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They give some answers to the question, <a href="http://kaboom.org/blog/what_sets_playground_apart_rest_our_park_a_day_challengers_share_their_favorites" target="_blank">what sets a playground above the rest?</a><br />
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<a href="http://kaboom.org/blog/wordless_wednesday_imagination_playground_york_pa" target="_blank">Imagination Playground</a> is a playground in a box and lets children build their own playground structures.<br />
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It looks straight out of the minds of Tim Burton or Dr. Seuss, <a href="http://kaboom.org/blog/cool_playground_real_world_or_pages_dr_seuss_book" target="_blank">Landal Miggelenberg in the Netherlands</a> is the kind of playground I wish we had more of in the United States.<br />
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The play ship at <a href="http://kaboom.org/blog/cool_playgrounds_where_whimsy_abounds" target="_blank">Diana, Princess of Wales Memorial Playground</a> invites imaginative play. When you click through to additional pictures, there's something very reminiscent of Peter Pan and the Lost Boys about it all.<br />
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I still love playgrounds. My guys definitely love them. I'm not burnt out on them - that would take a lot! I just wish for more innovation and visual appeal. Look for my upcoming post on Black Hoof Park, a playground in the area that delivers well on the first and the location adds to the second.Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-72280161336332487792012-05-01T01:26:00.002-04:002012-05-01T01:26:31.028-04:00My First Marathon!<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
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It's not what you think. I'm not running 26.2 miles at once. I don't know if I ever will. When I'm in ideal running shape, my happy distance is between 7-10 miles. Completing my first, and so far only, half marathon was challenging. And because I experienced debilitating calf cramps, I didn't run the whole thing - I finished the last couple miles with a run/walk combo, heavy on the walk.<br />
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Joggermom organizes a virtual race, the <a href="http://joggermommarathon.com/" target="_blank">Joggermom Marathon</a> that I'm doing, starting today. Participatants run 26.2 miles in the month of May. That's less than 1 mile per day. I may not be at goal weight or top fitness level right now, but I can do that!<br />
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The prize list isn't limited to the fastest. That's not what the Joggermom Marathon is about. All those who complete the 26.2 miles and follow the mileage tracking and photo evidence requirements are eligible to win one of five jogging strollers amongst other goodies from great sponsors. <a href="http://joggermommarathon.com/?page_id=11" target="_blank">Winners</a> will be chosen through Random.org.<br />
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I will be sure to update with my progress throughout the month!Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7757531285244758306.post-77853324302993115772012-05-01T00:13:00.000-04:002012-05-01T00:27:10.617-04:00Hill's Science Diet Ideal Balance Cat food<img alt="" src="http://img.bzzagent.com/image/hillsPet.jpg?Type=activity&Activity=3185835140&Campaign=4741555452&Uid=1207464&token=5571b7bed402e5adffbd011df0bab3d5" /><br />
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It's been a few months since I've had the chance to try any products with <a href="http://bzzagent.com/" target="_blank">BzzAgent</a>. To catch everyone up to speed, I'm a BzzAgent, which means I share information, receive products or test services, and provide my opinion, good, bad, or indifferent.<br />
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R and I often joke that we are the proud <strike>and crazy</strike> owners of a zoo. We have two kids, two dogs, and three cats.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">How sad that the only decent picture we've managed to get of all three is from a camera phone!<br />
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Every single one of our pets were from a rescue and they are all spayed or neutered. We adopted Finn and Atticus as kittens in late Spring of 2008. Olivia was an impulse rescue - R has always wanted a Siamese cat. She was estimated to be one years old when we adopted her in Spring of 2011; she had been abandoned in a trailer and left to fend for herself. That gets important later.<br />
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Although I admit that we are indeed over the top to have so many animals in our home, I wouldn't change a thing. Take the cats (and no, I don't mean that like, "take the cats ... please") for instance: Atticus is my cat. He shies from the boys and guests, but no matter when I set my head on my pillow or hop on the computer, he comes out of hiding to curl next to me. Finn is the ideal cat for someone who only ever had dogs before. Like me. He is such a dogcat and something of an attention whore. It doesn't matter who walks in the door, he wants on their lap and to lick them. My sweet Livvy girl can be occasionally aloof, but is the best with children of all three. As the smallest of the cats and the one who not only tolerates but seemingly loves Slim and Curly, she is the only one I allow them to carry (after having taught the appropriate way to pick her up, of course.) I love watching the kids interact with our pets and how the animals all take to them in different ways (sometimes just snuggling together in bed, as the children sleep.) My life is richer for having so many, with fur and without, with which to share.<br />
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Before I get to the review, pictures. <br />
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About a week into having them and they already looked so much older. From the time they were brought into the shelter, they had nasty ear stuff going which, thankfully, never recurred once we got it cleared up.<br />
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Poor thing was so skinny when we adopted her.<br />
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Finn has grown to be a big boy. <br />
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Livvy, with her bright blue eyes, usually has this weird cat shiny laser eye/red eye effect in pictures, making this one, where it didn't happen, my favorite by default.<br />
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When <a href="http://amegalilife.blogspot.com/2011/10/bil-jac-review-and-coupon-giveaway.html" target="_blank">last</a> I reviewed a pet food for BzzAgent, I questioned the price and ingredients. Those remain my concerns this round too.<br />
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I started the Hill's Science Diet Ideal Balance BzzCampaign about two weeks after R was laid off. I felt incredibly thankful to have the cats try out a 3.5 pound free bag of cat food.<br />
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There have been some fantastic benefits in the pro list:<br />
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<li>In the time I've been feeding them Hill's Science Diet Ideal Balance cat food, there have been no hair ball incidents. <span dir="auto">Correlation does not imply causation, but if they are related, that's stellar in my books.</span></li>
<li><span dir="auto">The first ingredient is chicken, which is important because a <a href="http://www.petmd.com/cat/nutrition/evr_ct_cat_nutritional_needs_different" target="_blank">"cat cannot sustain its life unless it consumes meat in some form"</a></span></li>
<li><span dir="auto">No corn or artificial colors in the bag I received, though there were whole grains. There is also a Hill's Science Diet Ideal Balance Grain Free cat food. </span></li>
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<span dir="auto">The drawbacks however:</span><br />
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<li><span dir="auto">Price. <a href="http://www.petfooddirect.com/Product/50448/Hills-Science-Diet-Ideal-Balance-Adult-Feline-Dry-Food" target="_blank">Petfooddirect.com</a> sells the 15 pound bag for $43.99.</span></li>
<li>Whole grains are an ingredient; they serve as filler and are not suitable for a cat's dietary needs.</li>
<li><a href="http://www.goodguide.com/products/418202-science-diet-ideal-balance" target="_blank">Goodguide.com</a> ranks most of the ingredients as desirable, but the fruits and veggies Science Diet touts are listed as less desirable. This makes sense given that cats are primarily carnivorous.</li>
<li>It is supposed to be an easy open, resealable bag. I felt like a moron, but I could not open this bag. I wound up having to cut it with a knife, negating the reseal.</li>
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What did the cats think?<br />
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Finn, Atticus, and Livvy loved the food. Frankly though, this is unsurprising knowing them. Olivia, from her time as a stray, has eaten off our plates before (NOT with our permission, but sneakily stealing bites) and will pretty much eat anything. We have fed them wet food, dry food and a combination thereof. They have never had issues switching to a new food, as far as finding it repellent. There have been occasions that they ate a new food too quickly or it disagreed with them and we had to deal with some cat throw up. None of those issues occurred with the Science Diet. <br />
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Will we feed it to them again?<br />
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I'm not sure. R has a new job now, so our money concerns aren't like they were when he was unemployed, but we do have three cats to feed and the price adds up. I'd love to find a pet food with an ingredient list I approve at a price point my budget can handle. As it is, I prefer not to compromise the quality the humans in our family eat, whereas I'm okay to compromise on what the animals eat.<br />
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<span dir="auto">If you are wondering what to feed your feline friend, <a href="http://cats.about.com/cs/catfood/a/tipsforchoosing.htm" target="_blank">About.com</a> has a helpful article with tips for choosing a cat food.</span>Megalihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16273798704270738268noreply@blogger.com0