tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22856745133249399972024-03-26T23:38:23.029-07:00Everything Goes With Pinkdefining our own version of girlhoodRebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-60808928135081313532013-04-20T19:11:00.004-07:002013-04-20T19:11:37.031-07:00Goodbye! - New Site InfoTime to wrap up this party and move on over to our new site at <a href="http://www.culturedrebels.com/" target="_blank">www.culturedrebels.com</a> - come see us!<br />
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We'll be blogging about all the usual stuff and also sharing our homeschool journey. Hope to see you there. :)Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-2072743756152085812012-12-17T13:46:00.000-08:002012-12-19T13:47:13.917-08:00Softness Worth SharingThis time of year brings with it old traditions and new memories. Sometimes these come along with the holidays and sometimes they are the less obvious opportunities for tradition. Like most people with children, every winter brings one or more periods of time that everyone gets sick. When one child gets sick, the rest soon follow. We do all we can to prevent these illnesses, but somehow the germs always find their way in. One of my go-to methods for treating my children when they come down with colds or the flu is with my mom's recipe for homemade chicken soup. She used to make it for me when I was younger (now my dad does) when I got sick, and now I make it for my own family. Another wonderful memory I have comes from my father. Whenever I got sick, he would make a comfy resting place for me on the couch. He'd make sure I had the remote in hand or a favorite movie playing, and he'd bring me a little TV tray and set it up in front of me. On the TV tray he'd bring me a drink, maybe a snack, and always some Kleenex for my sniffles. Again, this is something I do for my kids. I always keep an extra box of Kleenex in stock for unexpected illnesses and for allergies. Our family favorite is the kind with aloe. Kleenex has a nice opportunity to share some comfort with your loved ones in a simple way. You can <a href="https://www.kleenex.com/softness/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">visit their site</a> and send a Kleenex Share Pack. Try it out!<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>This post is compensated and in collaboration with Latina Bloggers Connect and Kleenex.</i></span>Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-404709682661011352012-11-02T16:46:00.000-07:002012-11-02T16:50:54.399-07:00my mother, this woman.I know my mother. I know her very well, perhaps sometimes better than she knows herself. I have been her student all of my life. I have studied her, the way my children study me. I can visualize the way she sits, and the way she laughs when she finds something exceptionally funny. She closes her eyes tight, and covers her mouth with her hand. She always tears up when she laughs really hard. She proceeds to wipe her eyes while the laughing slowly subsides, but it often starts up again. I can see her in my mind, the way she eats, methodically handling her utensils in a pattern I'm not even sure she realizes exists. I have all these mental pictures I hope that I can keep forever. Especially because I know the way that thoughts of my grandma make her cry. She misses her mother. I will one day, as well. I hope that I will always have the picture in my mind's eye- of her fluffing her bangs, and applying her lipstick. "Even just a little bit of lipstick goes a long way", she'd tell me. I can still see her putting it on, the way she shapes her mouth. As a young girl this was the bulk of my mother's beauty regimen. Sure there were little jars and tubes with beauty masks and other magical potions, not to mention the crazy contraptions like tweezers and eyelash curlers that every little girl horrifically discovers. Or maybe it was just me. Fascinated, yet apprehensive that these things were really valuable or necessary. Perhaps it was her natural approach to beauty however, that inspired my own. All she needed to feel beautiful was lipstick most of the time. And she was. I can still remember when she would wear shorts, she had the most beautiful legs. I still remember sitting in the front seat of one of her cars and noticing how smooth her skin was. Her beautiful brown skin. I inherited my father's light skin color, but I've always been drawn to this beautiful shade of brown that I was nurtured by. Perhaps that is why I ended up with a man who has a similar shade of skin, and also explains why I was so touched when my youngest baby was born with the same beautiful color. In a world where skin color represents and has dictated many things, for me it means beauty- it always has. I identify with it at a basic, almost spiritual level because it is the backdrop from which my life story began and it is here in which it continues. <br />
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I've been wanting to write about this force in my life for quite some time. My mother, this woman. Although my parents were divorced since I was young, I was lucky enough to have both of them in my life on an extremely regular basis. As an adult, I can see the impact and force that they've had in my life, and I can see how their contributions to my person-hood are reflected in my choices. For example, if it weren't for my parents I wouldn't have been looking for a home to buy, on my own at age 25. My dad contributed in the sense that he taught me how to build my credit, and protect it. He was the practical force he should have been- and prepared me for the option of being a homeowner. My mother on the other hand, was the less obvious force. At a time when the economy was volatile and most people were wondering if purchasing real estate was the right decision, she pushed me with a simple idea that she has always made a part of her own modus operandi. She encouraged me to take a risk in life, and that if I always err on the side of caution that I might miss out on exceptional opportunities. Life is too short for that. I understood. And here I am. Lucky enough to have a beautiful home with lots of space and in a safe area to raise my children. I have a terrible memory but these memories of her are so vivid. I still remember what it felt like to snuggle in her bed, or her nest, as we called it. I remember reading Steinbeck and Hemingway, tucked under her wing at a very young age. She always made a conscious effort to expose us to ideas of culture and encourage our intellectual development. I owe my own intentional notions of motherhood to her.<br />
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I am always aware of the impact I have on my own daughters. I know they are my students, the same way that I was hers, and still am to a degree. Because of this- I am able to see that the decisions I make everyday matter to them now, and in their future. As parents, no matter how old our children are- even when they are grown- even if we are not required to "parent" them anymore- our decisions and actions will continue to affect them, at an exceptional level. Our presence or absence in their lives as children and adults, through death or by choice will send them messages about themselves, their worth as individuals, and their place in the world. The relationships we have with them, around them, and even without them will impact the way they raise and love their own children. This is why the responsibility of parenting is so enormous, it truly never ends. Things may not always be picture perfect, people are not capable of being perfect, and we all make a varying degree of poor choices- but as we grow and learn we have to reflect on the value of the outcomes we create for our children. Just like my mother contributed to my life and the development of my character, we are all doing the same for our children for the rest of our lives.<br />
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Today is my mother's birthday. A few years shy of 60, I know her life is in an entirely different place than it was when I was born, but she still loves me. She is still around, when she could be anywhere. She has always been a free spirit sort of woman, always wanting to move and discover and live fully- but her roots have kept her anchored. Now, she is more anchored than ever, because she is raising one of my nephews. In her fifties, this woman had to start all over again. She does it out of love, but it isn't easy. Yet she does it. She sacrifices. That takes strength and selflessness. She is still teaching me lessons, and I imagine she will always do so. <br />
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So on this day, I say not only Happy Birthday to my beautiful mother, I say thank you, I love you, and I know you. My sensitive, smart, and loving mother.<br />
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Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-27709965493622781492012-10-09T10:18:00.000-07:002012-10-09T10:18:12.437-07:00The Paleo Way-leoAfter reading my first post, I thought I jumped the gun a little. I intended to do a quick intro of a new way of healthy eating and I presented it like this new diet I found. I think my problem comes with the word "diet". I have never been on a diet, nor had I ever thought I would follow one. I still don't want to put in the mental energy of considering this a diet. I simply consider it a healthier way of eating. I am not trying to lose weight, some are, and that is fine for them, but to imply that this is a "diet" in the practical sense seems disturbing to me when I also share the fact that my children are on this diet as well. But then I think of the facts- we are all on a diet in one form or another. Mine was previously the Standard American Diet (SAD) and it was chock full of thought, decision-making, and meal-planning and execution. This new diet, is full of the same processes with just different ingredients. I choose to cut out processed foods and inferior forms of nutrition as staples of my family diet.<br />
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Will I ever eat pasta or rice again? Yes, of course. I haven't had any in two and a half weeks, and I can honestly say I do not miss it yet. Am I feeding my children enough carbohydrates? I take special considerations for their diets and I trust my knowledge and research into the matter. It is not to be taken lightly, but I know that this is a definite improvement from the previous norm around here. I have always been conscious and dedicated to feeding them good food, but I know more now and I have to make educated decisions based on the new information I have. Yes, in part it has to do with nutrionism, but I also understand that the science behind nutrition is a relatively young science and information changes often. We don't have to look very hard into recent food history to see how the research changes. So for now, I see the basics of the Paleo way of eating to be the most closely related to my intuition of what wholesome food for my family is. I am not considering myself to be bonded to restrictions, I see it as being dedicated to healthy choices that allow my family to grow and thrive in the best way possible. This is my job, after all. I only have one chance. <br />
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<br />Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-84671008243903143812012-10-02T11:32:00.001-07:002012-10-02T13:39:36.927-07:00Update and easy paleo recipe: Italian Sausage and Spaghetti SquashMmm... I've been enjoying all the food that comes along with healthier eating just as much as I have enjoyed the not so good for you foods that I was eating way too often. I probably spend way too much time looking for foods and recipes that I want to eat but I think it's time well spent because the payoff is worth it.<br />
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Quick update on this journey. It wasn't supposed to be a diet, per se, but it turned into weight loss! I knew that if I cut things out like my over indulgences in the comfort foods, I would feel better and not gain, but I didn't really know what "feeling better" meant, or that I would see results so quickly. I should have taken a before and after, I still haven't, and I didn't even think of weighing myself. I went to a doctor's appointment about a month and a half ago and I weighed 123 or 121 (I have a terrible memory, so let's just say it was 122!). So I weighed 122, which is about 6lbs more than I did before I had my 8 1/2 month old baby, and I was feeling like my love handles were bigger than ever. I didn't mind the extra curves, Erik was liking them more than ever (ha!), but I was starting to feel unproportioned- and that is what I was starting to hate. My double chin didn't really help me either, but I was just going along with it. I did start to cut my portions down a little before I even started eating cleaner, because at times I was eating as much as Erik and even found myself shoveling handfuls of food in my mouth, after dinner, while I was cleaning up the kitchen. Not a pretty sight. Anywho, so I went to the doctor on Saturday and they took my weight. I was 113! I couldn't believe it. I had been telling a few friends about how I noticed my love handles had shrunk considerably, and that I felt my stomach wasn't as big- but man, I was shocked. By no means am I starving myself, I eat a lot still, but I know it is because I am eating better. I do not want to lose more weight, I have never been focused on a number, but I don't want to be the skinny kid I was all my life before kids. I just want to feel proportioned and healthy! I sure am starting to feel that way. I now officially know what it means to have MORE ENERGY. It is such a difference to wake up in the morning and not feel exhausted still! I am going to stick to my clean eating and I'm sure I will feel better and better.<br />
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Posted a recipe on Instagram (follow me I'm @beekum) today and thought I'd share it here since a friend asked. Super easy and off the top of my head and it was still delicious! <br />
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<i><b>Italian Sausage and Spaghetti Squash </b></i><br />
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pack of italian sausage - I chose sweet because I am paleo with children<br />
bell peppers - any color will do<br />
garlic<br />
shallots or onion<br />
olive or coconut oil<br />
spaghetti squash<br />
salt<br />
pepper<br />
garlic powder<br />
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For Sausage:: Grill, bake, or pan fry sausage. I didn't want to get the grill out so I pan fried my sausage. I cooked just enough to be able to slice through into pieces. I removed sausages and sliced them, meanwhile I added coconut oil and began sauteeing red bell peppers, shallots and garlic in same pan. Cook the bell peppers for a while to soften them enough, then add shallots and garlic for last few minutes. After the bell peppers, shallots and garlic have cooked for a bit, add the sliced sausages back in and cook on moderately high heat. I like mine to be a little crispy around the edges. Cook until desired crispy deliciousness is achieved! <br />
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For squash:: Preheat oven to 350. Slice spaghetti squash lengthwise,
scoop out all seeds and mush like you would on a pumpkin. Place both
halves <b>face down</b> on an oiled (with coconut oil or olive oil) baking
sheet or in a baking pan works, too. Roast for about an hour or until
cooked depending on the size of your squash. I added a few tablespoons
of water about halfway through to get some steam action going. You can
tell it is cooked when it looks kinda translucent and you can shred
easily with a fork. Shred contents of squash into a bowl or pan. I shred
into a bowl and added salt, pepper, and garlic powder. Done! If you
wanted, you can do anything with this like stir fry it longer in a pan
with desired ingredients- so versatile! Best served IMMEDIATELY, while still hot. <br />
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Then, throw your tasty meal onto a plate and devour until the cows come home. To get slaughtered. For tomorrow's steak. <br />
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Hope you like it! Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-38766920167773056702012-09-27T08:15:00.002-07:002012-10-02T13:40:03.908-07:00paleo primal - best diet ever"I'm on a diet," I said in an uncertain voice to a family member as she handed me the comically large serving spoon. The smell of the fresh homemade potato salad danced gracefully upon my olfactory receptors. I took my daughter's plate of leftover dried out hamburger meat, cut into toddler portions, and began to eat them. Eye on the prize, Rebecca, I told myself, eye on the prize. It's <i>just</i> potato salad. I mean, that was probably the first time I had ever turned down fresh potato salad, but I had to keep things in perspective. It was just one party, one day, one encounter. Was it really that hard? No. It was hard for about the four or five seconds I considered just having a little. But I did it.<br />
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Okay, so right off the bat you might be thinking this couldn't possibly turn into the "best diet ever" post I shouted from the rooftops last night. Yeah, that was me. No, I wasn't drunk. Don't let my prosaic intro set a dismal mood, however. Because we gotta be honest, any type of diet or lifestyle change, as this diet is often seen, always comes with some sort of change. I had to start somewhere, and that was my first public demonstration of my commitment to better health. <br />
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So what is this diet? It goes by a few names such as the Paleo diet, Paleolithic diet, Caveman diet, Primal diet, and a few others I'm sure. I refer to it as Paleo for both descriptive and comedic purposes. We crack a lot of jokes about it around here, that seems to be the way we deal with everything these days.<br />
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So, what are the basics? I will make this as simple as possible, because that is what attracted me to it. It is called the Paleo diet because it is supposed to closely mimic our hunter-gatherer ancestors. There is a whole slew of science related research to backup this premise, which I won't get into, but I will provide links to at the end of the post in case you are interested. I just don't have time to get into it myself. I am still reading a little every day though, and have been tweaking the diet to fit my needs, which I will also explain. Anyway, so the basic idea is to eat little to NO Processed Foods. That is what reeled me in. I am a big whole foods advocate by nature, but I found myself in the same place many people do, feeding my family more and more out of convenience. That will be another post in itself. In addition to the cutting of processed foods, we are cutting out Grains in every way shape or form. If you are cutting out processed foods, you end up cutting out a huge portion of grains you were consuming, almost without knowing it. Okay, so the basic foods are Meat and Fish, Vegetables, Fruits, Nuts, eggs, and a few additions and exceptions. Some people include dairy, which I will in very small occasional amounts. Some also include legumes, but most agree that if you do, the cooking process needs special attention such as soaking and sprouting your beans. None of the canned, sodium filled, BPA exposed stuff you find in the store.<br />
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So, that's basically it. It is all about clean eating, really. I plan on writing about this new lifestyle change for my family. So far, I feel great, I have only had one slip up- but I am not taking on any negative thoughts when it comes to food. It is about providing myself and my loved ones with the BEST food I can. What can be negative about that? It is not as though I will never eat a bowl of pasta again, or that we will never have another pizza night movie party. We just will not make those things anything even close to a regular part of our diet.<br />
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Like I said, this is the best diet I have ever been on. Okay, it is the first, but it makes sense to me. I have been making great food, and so far, so good. Here are some examples of meals I've made, followed by pictures. There are dinners and snacks. The tiny portions are the kids plates. I eat a lot more than that. I will keep track of the recipes I make, too. Most of these are just off the top of my head or a slightly altered recipe I've made before to fit our needs. <br />
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*Wild Cod, steamed broccoli, and salad w/avocado and tomato<br />
*Rolled fresh deli turkey with organic carrot stick<br />
*All Natural italian sausage and peppers, and a spinach salad w/avocado, tomato and garlic olive oil dressing<br />
*Six Vegetable chicken soup - with Green beans, red bell pepper, butternut squash, carrot, zucchini, and onion. I added some fresh cilantro and avocado on top. Free-Range chicken.<br />
*Romaine salad w/ avocado, strawberry, cilantro, garlic olive oil dressing, and fresh turkey.<br />
*Turkey roll up with fresh raspberries and strawberries<br />
*All Natural Andouille sausage, tomato slices and brussel sprout chips<br />
*Bacon, avocado, chicken wraps<br />
*Chicken Pan roasted in white wine, garlic, and seasoning with zucchini, and prosciutto wrapped asparagus<br />
*Breakfast berries - Blueberries, Raspberries, and Strawberries <br />
-Not pictured- We've had lots of omelets and scrambles with a variety of veggies. Yesterday I made grilled steak with cauliflower mash, salad, roasted green beans, and a fried egg. <br />
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Here are some links to more information about this diet. I don't necessarily agree with every single thing these people talk about or do, but it is a good source of information on the basics and they give a lot links for further reading:<br />
<a href="http://www.fitbomb.com/p/why-i-eat-paleo.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Why I Eat Paleo</a><br />
<a href="http://www.nerdfitness.com/blog/2010/10/04/the-beginners-guide-to-the-paleo-diet/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">The Beginner's Guide to the Paleo Diet</a><br />
<a href="http://robbwolf.com/2011/09/29/what-is-the-paleo-diet/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">What Is the Paleo Diet?</a><br />
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Let me know what you think! I am still excited, and I am enjoying the food I'm making more than ever, because I know EXACTLY what I am eating and what I am feeding these precious loves of mine.<br />
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<br />Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-17829469928389425542012-09-06T10:08:00.000-07:002012-10-02T13:48:05.529-07:00Goodbye Summer- Quick updateI honestly plan on writing something every few days, but it is quite hard to find the time to sit and focus on this sort of writing when I'm busy scheduling assignments for homeschool, planning meals, and just taking care of the day-to-day stuff around here. No complaints on my end, just wanted to share my intention. I am going to renew my commitment though, because I have a lot to share with family and friends. Life is good around here, not perfect of course, but it is pretty damn good. I would like to do all the bragging about how awesome my girls are as well as admit how ugly I feel on those days when I want to slip into a coma due to lack of oxygen from yelling at the little rebels.<br />
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On a seasonal note, summer is slowly coming to an end. I can feel the degrees, dropping off the thermometer like the leaves will soon be dropping off the trees. I thought I'd share a few of my favorite moments of summer that I actually caught on camera. I need to be better about including me and dad in the pics but here are some of my faves.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first camping trip at Lopez Lake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby Keira started crawling and she's fast.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pismo Beach for another year of our camping tradition</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">lots of outdoor activities this summer - emme's manuscript practice</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our first day of homeschool for our first year! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First foods for Keira</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">all four of my precious girls</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">all four of them again for a birthday morning surprise for Luciana, who turned 8 this summer. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On the beach</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my oldest child and my brother's oldest child on 4th of July</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we did so much nature art this summer, it was great</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the girls spent way too many weekends at their papa's house. I think he had a little too much. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">so much water play this summer!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">it seems like they got wet every day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">tin foil river </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">roslyn's birthday breakfast</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">dad and I went out way more than we ever have, but we had some good one on one date nights</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">we had a backyard campout and with a little more planning, we may try this again one day</td></tr>
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Sorry for the pic heavy post, but I thought they all summed up the summer pretty nicely. We had so much time outdoors, doing art, getting wet, playing, getting dirty, eating good food, traveling a bit, lots of lazy long days watching movies, and so much more. This summer was our first as a complete family of 6 and I think it will only get better as the girls are all able to enjoy everything together. I am looking forward to fall, but this summer was probably one of the best of my life. Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-46483142421879947222012-08-01T23:59:00.003-07:002012-08-02T07:47:40.410-07:00tips to tackle parenting's messes and stressesNo parent leaves the journey of parenthood unscathed by messes and stresses. This is due to the fact that no parent is perfect, no child is perfect and most of us are just trying our best! Here on my blog and other social media, I <strike>get</strike> choose to share some of the fun, sweet, and most ideal moments of my day and the lives of my children. I do so, without the disclaimer that not all our moments are stress free, and certainly not mess free! These are KIDS we're talking about here. And MY kids, whew, they are professional mess makers. While I am happy to brag about some of the habits they do have, like always taking their plates to the sink without being asked, or executing a chore so thoroughly that I often fantasize about not ever having to do that particular chore again myself - they still have their moments which on certain days blend in to minutes and hours of stresses and messes. We are a real family, of real people who have bad habits and limits.<br />
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Here are some of my Tips to Tackle Parenting's Messes and Stresses which I made into a little handy ABC's format:<br />
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1. Always think ahead - This tip can apply to almost any part of your day with children. If you want to keep things as simple as possible, try to be one step ahead of your children. Instead of waiting until they whine and cry for food, keep track of your day and offer them their meals or snacks before they become too impatient. I know that even as an adult, if I don't have food in front of my face by the time I am seriously hungry- everyone better stay two steps back, because I am liable to eat them out of sheer desperation.<br />
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2. Be organized - This might seem like a no-brainer, but I'm surprised sometimes at the lack of organization I see when it comes to having large families. This applies to both having organized PEOPLE and SPACES. Having a large family of six, I keep my kids organized by having routines! There is plenty of literature about the benefits of routines- and I say this so much it will probably be etched into my headstone, but seriously- <b>having a routine for your children is the best gift you can give yourself and your children. </b>Children need predictability, and you need to be in control. Proper bedtimes are a family's best friend. Also, give yourself time and find the courage to get stuff organized! This not only consists of buying all the cool containers from Ikea, or fantasizing about the most awesome storage possibilities at Target- but also in getting rid of things on a regular basis. Whether its donating, re-purposing, or selling- keep things clutter free and organized as much as possible. I can pat myself on the back because 95% of my house is organized at all times. This makes life just a liiiiitle bit easier to handle.<br />
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3. Contain yourself - Don't be afraid to use a little strategy against the kids! In the game of child vs. parent, remember, while they might be smaller, more agile, and able to fit into tiny crawl spaces - we have the resources to conquer the little rebellious angels! Muah ha ha! So, here's what we do, we use baby gates for everyone! Most of the time, the house is a free open range, a safe place to do whatever you want within limits. During certain times of the day however, the baby gates go up on various parts of the house. In the morning, it blocks the kitchen, so my racoon-skilled child doesn't eat all the forbidden foods before I even realize she's up! During naptime, the baby gate is up blocking my room, so the little noisemakers don't find their way to undue all my hard work of getting her to sleep. The BEST setup we have though, is during the evening right before dinner where they are contained to the 2 kids rooms, the hallway, and the bathroom as one big open space for them. They can go back and forth freely between those areas while I am cooking. Not only does this keep them safe from boiling pots of water, but it keeps them safe from mom's short fuse at the end of the day. Everyone wins.<br />
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4. DTD - This handy little acronym is something that comes into play for me at just the right times. No , its not do the deed, DTD is Defer to Dad! I consider myself a patient person, but like anyone else, I have limits and days where I am ready to lock my kids in the house and take off to somewhere far and secluded, like an Native American sweatlodge where I can find my inner peace and make myself one with nature. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a bit, but you know what I mean. I hope that everyone has a supportive partner in their life like I do, because this tip saves <strike>a child</strike> the day all the time! Right when I'm about to scream like a domesticated banshee, Dad steps in to take over. Try it sometime if you can!<br />
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5. Enjoy life! - Easiest one of all- and the most rewarding. Don't forget to take time to enjoy these people in your life! Your little ones are only little for so long- we don't get to do this over. So, try not to stress over the mess and the mishaps so much. Just look into their little pizza sauce stained faces and remember that even though you could be wild and free backpacking through Europe with young men clamoring for your affections- THIS is your journey, THIS is your life, and THESE CHILDREN are your most important priority.<br />
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For another look into the Messes and Stresses of Parenthood- Huggies has partnered with Poncho De Anda and Lina Amashta to put Huggies to the test during the journey of parenthood and dealing with life's messes and stresses. Parents can visit the <a href="http://on.fb.me/NCfUew" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Huggies Latino Facebook Page</a> to read and share stories about Huggies and their experiences. There is also a chance to win a fully-stocked Huggies diaper bag! Here is a video (sorry Spanish only!) to check out Poncho de Anda and Lina Amashta in one of their parenting moments!<br />
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We played outside a lot this week since it has been a little cooler. I taught Roslyn how to say she will be turning two next month. I love how she uses her thumb and pointer finger to show the number two. </div>
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My little Kiwi is six months now, and she is starting to crawl. She found the grass today and has started to push off with her little toes. All this week we've been watching her just roll around back and forth to get ANYWHERE she wants to go. She has her own little system of circumnavigating the living room floor. </div>
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I took a few pictures, but the funniest thing is that she was only interested in the wipes box, as usual. She is so enchanted with it and has been for at least a month now.</div>
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To add a mix in a little art time with our nature studies we did nature collages. This was Emme's. She loved it and was so proud of her creation.</div>
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My nephew stopped by right when we were making our tin foil river. They had so much fun floating everything from leaves to small grapefruits down it. We have the perfect front yard for tin foil rivers. I just barely had enough foil and I need to find something better for a boat. I'm thinking of fashioning some from twigs and twine. </div>
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Well, that's about it really. I've been scouring the web for birthday party ideas for Roslyn's upcoming big day and I've also been doing the usual homeschool research. I'm getting excited about that! Luciana is still away at camp til Saturday afternoon and I can't wait to hear about all her adventures. Although she will probably leave out all the details like most kids and just say, "it was fun". </div>
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I've got a few beauty-related posts coming up this weekend. Yes, beauty! Don't be so shocked, I was bound to jump on that band wagon, I am getting older you know! :) </div>
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Hope everyone enjoys their Friday and the weekend!</div>Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-5454276130849297202012-07-25T14:54:00.000-07:002012-07-25T14:54:37.772-07:00random rebellionI have been meaning to post more often but with the time I have to write, I feel like I don't have anything to say. Maybe that's where the whole "Wordless Wednesday" theme came from. The midweek mental fog has me doing nothing productive so far today. (Don't tell Erik, please). Don't worry, before he comes home I"ll do my own personal housecleaning version of the old Supermarket Sweep show. And besides, I do all my "deep" cleaning on Thursdays because those are Erik's fridays and who wants to start their weekend in an unkempt house? Well, the entire cast of Hoarders maybe, but not this lady. <br />
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I'm literally grooving as I type to "Party Rock" a la the Chipmunks thanks to Emme's musical tastes. I wonder if my kids will ever choose to listen to classical music like we wish they would. I guess it could be worse, at least they don't cry when I force them to listen to NPR every single car ride. "Be quiet! I'm listening to MY radio show", I say with all the adult power I always dreamed of having. I wonder what they will make their kids listen to. Lady Gaga's greatest hits? Please, no! Poor grandbabies. I can hear them protesting already. Little rebels. <br />
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Here is some random advice that you may or may not find useful one day: The day after a grocery shopping trip is probably not the best day to be completely inspired (for the 9th time) to join the Food Revolution! (Jamie Oliver, be my bff). Viva fresh and whole foods! Viva! Darn, now I have to eat most of the crap I bought. How did I get here I wonder? I never saw myself buying so many frozen and boxed foods! The weirdest part? I usually don't even eat them! It's like I hoard them or something. Great, another thing to hoard- add that to the used books that harbor an insane amount of dust and the huge bin of craft supplies I may never use. Have I even crafted anything this year? Geeze. I craft children, yeah that's what I do. Any way, I know why I buy what I buy- because these grocery stores suck! Albertson's has one little sad darkened "organic and ethnic" aisle. And yes, that's how you spell aisle, take a mental note. That sad little aisle has some slight variety but it's nothing after you've had the chance to shop at a Whole Foods store. And now my main grocery store is Walmart. Walmart!!! For you bourgeoisie it's like going from caviar to ramen. Or from fine cuban cigars to quarter cigarettes (if you're from the streets). You catch my drift. I'd rather starve most days. But what do I do instead? I look in the refrigerator, the freezer, in my cabinets and see NOTHING that I want to prepare or eat. So, I order out. Gah! So, this isn't everyday but it was yesterday. I did order a salad, but still. At least my kids eat healthy, I will have to say that is one thing I will not compromise. I just often finding myself craving something different than I have had the courage to prepare for the family. They are so picky, but that's a whole other post in itself. I guess I have to make three grocery shopping trips a week out to Trader Joe's to try and get something worth eating. For me, someone who is supposed to cook every day, often multiple times a day- I need variety, inspiration, and resources. I need to move to a more happening city. Although, a true revolutionary would hit the streets and try to affect change here where it's needed. Maybe one day. Right now I'm too lethargic from the junk I've been eating!Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-6232387586639229512012-07-23T13:24:00.001-07:002012-07-23T13:24:38.883-07:00sweet monday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We are having a very simple day today. Emme found her way to our bed again during the night, so she was there to wake the baby up a little early. I opened my eyes and she had picked a game for the baby to play on the iPad. I couldn't help but offer some praise about how sweet of a sister she is.<br />
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We did our first day of circle time after lunch. We did a few fingerplay songs, and I told them the most wonderfully received story off the top of my head about some fairies, and they were delighted. So delighted in fact, that I have already typed it out so I never forget it.<br />
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All three girls are sleeping, and I'm sitting here thinking of my oldest baby, off to her first solo adventure at a summer camp! I can't believe my little (Big) baby is off all on her own with this group of people. I am sure she is doing fine, and enjoying herself but I miss her. I tucked in her suitcase a little pack of letters. Each one is marked with a number, like 1 for day 1, 2 for day 2, etc. The letters are funny little reminders about hygiene, manners and of course about all the fun she's having and how much she's missed. Every day there is a special part of the letter that tells her what I miss most about her. I hope she enjoys them.<br />
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Hope everyone has a good day and a great week. I'll be keeping cool inside so I don't melt in a puddle of mama. Adios!Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-83330630310317359682012-07-17T14:57:00.000-07:002012-10-02T13:43:28.204-07:00i'm starvingI am so hungry right now. Don't ask me why I think this is a good time to start a food post. All I know is I'm famished and it might not be an unreasonable assumption to think that I might just post anything that looks slightly edible. At this point, I may eat the baby.<br />
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Here are some great pinterest finds that I have tested myself! Yes, that means they are Rebecca approved. Booyah!<br />
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You can find all these and more by <a href="http://pinterest.com/rebeccaetc5/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">following me on Pinterest</a> or just doing a little searching yourself! <br />
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I'm so glad I have been waking up feeling a little more refreshed lately. I don't have to drag my feet, I am happy to plant them on the floor and start my day. Our morning was peaceful, well, as peaceful as it can be with three little people all in want. The fourth slept soundly in her huge bed that we borrow at night. I pull her blanket to cover her toes, to trick her. Mama's warmth is not so easily replaced but this will be sufficient for the time being, I think.<br />
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I have three little birdies who love to sing. They sing in their nest, and they sing out in the world where open ears can hear them. While we shop, while we drive, while we walk. Observers often pause to hear and take in the sight and sound of my precious choir. It will soon be a quartet, undoubtedly.<br />
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On our drive home from dropping the oldest at school, we roll the windows down. There are no more curls to protect from the wind. We can be free again. <i>Mama, the sun is in my face! </i>I hear her shriek from the backseat. <i>It's okay, Emme. The sun is beautiful. Let it shine on your face. See, it is bright and warm. We can't live our whole lives in the shade. You are like a flower, you need sun. </i>I tell her this with the thought of my obsessive sunscreen rituals that must be plaguing her memory. <i>But your flowers are dead, Mama. </i>She speaks with intensive concern somehow coupled with sarcasm that not many people with less than 4 years of life under their belts possess. <br />
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My flowers <i>are</i> dead. Not all of them, however. I still have one hanging basket that lights up our front porch. During the hot days, it signals to the outside world that life still exists in this home. On the other side of the porch, hangs the dead basket that I haven't been able to successfully revive. That is another story in itself. <br />
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Today I am feeling more than ever that we should live somewhere else. Somewhere out, away from things. I hate to think of being away from my family, but I feel like we don't belong here. The manufactured rows of dwellings, so symmetrical. Of course there are a whole breed of us, dreaming of living where the colors we love exist. For some it is the yellow sands of the far-reaching desert. For others it may be the painted mountains as their backdrop or the cascading green hills of the open landscape. I want green. Trees, flowers, hills, creeks. Everything that scares me about the outside, like killer bugs who know no personal boundaries and even their less lethal counterparts would be worth the mental anguish. Because I'd be there. I don't feel unhappy here, how could I? My babies are my home. It is in their love and need for me that I live and breathe and grow. One day they will give me back my time and my direction and I feel that it will take me somewhere I dream of, out in the open. For now, I really am thankful for the huge backyard I have. It has lots of trees and interesting plants. I will put some of that longing energy into what I do have, and nurture it.<br />
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<br />Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-32510522893828978382012-05-21T12:43:00.000-07:002012-05-21T13:37:55.995-07:00what i wanted - tea time“As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it.”
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Although I complain about the intense heat here in this lovely city, it
gives me all the more reason to sit back and enjoy a nice cup of iced
tea, my favorite summer drink. For some reason, tea reminds me of my
beautiful mother. Perhaps that is why I love it so much. She has a
collection of tea sets with beautiful tea pots and tea cups. Growing up,
she always made sure I had a tea set and I still have wonderful
memories of that. My own children are enchanted by the same love of tea
parties that most children are, and Luciana already has 2 sets in her
collection. One from Malaysia that her father sent me when I was
pregnant with her and another from my mother. Emme is following suit
with her own little plastic set that her and Roslyn use everyday! I
think the art of tea will have a permanent place in our family culture
for generations to come. I am a tea lover. However, I don't know why I don't take pleasure in the little things I love more often. I think that is one of my faults, that I discount myself on enjoying simple things like my love for tea. I used to have a pretty bright yellow tea kettle, but I have moved a few times over the last few years, and I fear it may be buried in the boxes in my dad's garage somewhere. On the search for a new tea kettle, I ran across an awesome site, <a href="http://www.teavana.com/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Tea Havana</a>, and it has everything a tea lover could ask for. It has all the information one might need to discover new teas or enjoy current favorites. There is a great selection of tea kettles and even more equipment than I knew existed for tea time. The best part is the tea for beginners page where you can find all the information you might be interested in. Thought I'd share a few of my favorites.<br />
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this glass tea kettle is exactly what I would want </div>
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And here are a few other pretty finds that caught my eye:</div>
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a really cool tumblr site with all things tea. this would go perfectly in my kitchen. </div>
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what better to go with a solo cup of tea than a good book<br />
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and finally, who wouldn't love some new tea towels? <br />
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</div>Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-70834755932879430572012-05-18T11:58:00.001-07:002012-10-02T13:47:21.597-07:00mama magicI wrote the post below a week ago, but didn't get around to posting it. Thought I would post it so it wouldn't go to waste. <br />
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I can't believe the weather. We just skipped right over spring weather and went straight to the heat. Yes, I know it will get even more hot as the weeks go on, but I must say I am disappointed in this sorry-excuse-for-a-spring-season weather. It makes me want to move even more. The days for going outside were so limited this year. If I want to take all the girls somewhere, or even just outside, I have to do it extra early. If we go out in the evening, we become mosquito dinner. Yikes. I guess this summer will be a lot of indoor activities, because I hate taking babies out into the heat.<br />
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I need a patio, stat. It would be nice to have breakfast and maybe even a late, bug repellant included dinner outside this summer. Don't get me wrong, I love picnics. That will be our go-to activity I'm sure. I still remember picnics with my mother. Amazing how she could pull out anything from a bag and it would taste wonderful, just because she handed it to me. I still have this vague memory of an authentic picnic basket, too. I wonder what happened to it. I need one. It adds a special bit of magic. I need to remember the magic I have, as a mother. I get so BUSY. I forget that no one will ever be able to uncover the simple beauty of moments for my children better than I can. So many children in this world don't get to experience the magic, so I have to be mindful of creating as many special moments as I can for my girls. Time goes by so quickly. My 7 yr old would probably start looking for her own apartment if given the chance. I need to focus on creating a little bit of childhood magic, every day. I will. I am.<br />
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<br />Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-88402578606449080232012-05-17T11:43:00.000-07:002012-05-17T11:43:57.075-07:00happy thursdayI stayed up a little later than usual, surfing pinterest. For every 5 DIY pins I make, I should be required to create at least one. For a site that is used to inspire and motivate, it sure makes me feel like I get LESS done because I spend my time looking at what everyone else <i>wants</i> to do. Time sucker! I was tired this morning, but #2 decided that our day should start a little before 630am. Or was it #1? I don't know. Their shadows look the same when I ease out of my slumber. Despite my extreme fatigue, I remembered my promise the night before- and I started mentally planning our outdoor breakfast picnic. Mentally planning for me is the same as just doing, because I like to know exactly what I am going to do before I start. Yes, that is what I tell myself. Then I pulled myself out of bed and created a sweet little picnic for my babies. They loved every second. While I was getting everything ready, I promised myself I wouldn't stress over the mess and enjoy watching them be happy. It was perfect. <br />
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Look mama, my cute little pancake. Take a picture!</div>
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What a great start to another beautiful day with my little birdies. We even had time to do a little outdoor sketching. They all helped me pick up, and I had everything clean in 15 minutes. (Yay!)</div>
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"Thank you so much mama, I appreciate it!" She's 3 1/2, but she's been like that since she could speak. </div>
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I can't wait til our next picnic. It'll have to be a nice dinner. :)</div>Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-14742888063782884562012-05-16T13:02:00.000-07:002012-10-02T13:46:45.781-07:00nap time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Half of my day is over, half still needs to be lived. The first half was morning routine, a little outdoor time, mini-meals which seem to happen every 45 minutes, lots of cleaning, ordering from the Schwan's home delivery guy, and a few nursing sessions with the baby. Funny thing I realized, I usually clean the front part of the house first. I am guessing I have been subconsciously doing this in case I have surprise visitors. You never know when there may be a knock at the door, ya know? I'll get to the second half in chunks of free time.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about homeschool again, and I feel this conviction to address it. I think this summer we will start dabbling in more home education. I have a passion for it, I have to admit. There are so many different methods. I feel like a kid in a candy store, deciding which ideas I will expose my children to. Imagine that. Being responsible for the concepts, theories and ideas that my children learn about. I am wondering why I don't know one person who has homeschooled their child or was a homeschooled child themselves. I have been wanting to do it for so long, and I don't want to have any regrets about something so momentous in a child's upbringing. I can do it.<br />
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#1 got her art journal, finally. If she had a good day at school, I think I will take them all outside this evening to journal a bit. I want to enjoy these days. I can't wait until the weekend to take things slow with these babies of mine. I need to slow down. I should take my own advice. <br />
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I woke up to the sound of #1 busting out of her room at 630ish. The door gets jammed, we should fix that. She dragged her Hannah Montana blanket out with her. Ol' Hannah. Glad we grew out of that phase in one piece. She laid on the couch next to me and #4, sleeping soundly. Out of all the room on the huge couch, she still wants to be next to us.<br />
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Within a minute, #2 follows her big sister's trail but veers off in her usual, somewhat obsessive, direction. I hear the familiar sound of a soda can being checked for remaining fluid. "HA, got you," I think to myself. "Get out of the kitchen" I say from the couch in the loud but still not quite yelling voice I have been perfecting. I try to sound as serious and stern as dad, but still hold back in fear of being too harsh over something so innocent, as almost all of their actions are rationalized by me. Or so I hear. "Mama, I'm so starving, I really am, please I can't wait," right on cue. "You'll be okay for a few minutes," I take a lesson from dad, once again. She sits and asks for Scooby-Doo, again.<br />
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I lay still until I send #1 off to get ready from my small cocoon that #4 keeps me in. She's like a magnet for snuggles. Just as expected, I soon hear the familiar "Maaama!" coming from #3 because her sister is in the bathroom, which shares a wall with her room. Maybe we should move her crib to the other side. Nah, she'd probably learn to open the window and crawl out. She loves being outside.<br />
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My day was beautiful because they were all a part of it. This is another page in my story. I tended to their wounds today, 3 of them have what I call, active wounds. #1 has this bug-bite-gone-awry, #3 busted her chin while standing on a kid's ikea stool apparently reaching for the sky, and #2 found a mark on her body after a long search just so she could get some of my TLC, too. Of course I gave it to her.<br />
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Sometimes I have to take a few deep breaths because there are four of them, needing me at once. Not just someone, but me. Attention. I am practicing the art of dividing it, keeping it quality, and enjoying it. This is it. That was my day. <br />
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I love them. Tonight they sleep, tomorrow they will wake. We will do a very similar routine, but I will smile at each expected turn. <br />
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<br />Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-16237076596181857012012-03-22T12:51:00.000-07:002012-10-02T13:47:34.131-07:00everything to everyoneWe all have those "A-ha!" moments. You know, it happens when we are driving, when we are deep in thought, or even just by hearing someone else say it. All of a sudden a light switch gets turned on and we have this new idea or new perspective on things. Sometimes they are good, sometimes they are sad, and sometimes they are life-changing. These are special experiences, no matter where they stem from. It is in these moments that we might be able to actually FEEL ourselves grow. As people, as friends, as partners, as parents, or whatever the case may be. <br />
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First, looking back I see that this wasn't all discovered in that one instant. It came to fruition after a lot of thought that kept leading me to the conclusion. I kept feeling myself being torn between things I wanted, things I was trying to do, people I was trying to please and guilt from all angles. It comes from my experiences with social relationships, more personal than anything else. You know they always say you can't make everyone happy? There will always be those people in life that because of their own thought processes choose to react or approach life in a certain way. Without being too enigmatic, I will just say that I feel guilty when I don't make all my family members happy in some form or another. I want to be, and have always tried to be everything to everyone. I never want or intend to let my parents down. I always think of their <i>feelings</i>. Same with my children, my partner, and my closest friends (although with my girlfriends who were the closest people to me for many of my formative years, we have all grown into our own lives and give each other way more slack these days, for sure) I don't know if this quality came about because of the growth my heart experienced after settling into motherhood. Not just having a baby. That was definitely an experience of growth in and of itself (I've got the weight fluctuations to prove it!) but actually growing into a mother who, although I didn't always make the best choices, am definitely trying to live as SELFLESSLY as possible. I have sacrificed so much for my children. I have turned their goals into mine. Instead of the goals I had for myself, theirs have replaced it. And that's the way it should be for me. I wouldn't have it any other way. Yes, I did picture myself on a different path before. I had goals of finishing my last couple of classes and finally taking the LSAT, getting into the Critical Race Studies program at UCLA, and making my family, and myself as proud as we could possibly be. But, I chose this life. I chose to redirect my ambition and self-progress to devote all my time to these children. To spend each day and each year building them up to all be the best they can be. The four of them are way more important than ME. So, these are my goals now. To be there for them while they figure life out and make their own, solid decisions. We can't control our children, we can't assure that they will take everything we say to heart- no matter how much time we dedicate to them and their lives. No, we can't. I can't. I'd be foolish to think so. But I know, in my heart that this is the best possible start for them. This is their best CHANCE. They all deserve a fighting chance.<br />
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Well, I sort of got off track. I have known that stuff for quite some time actually. Years, as it so happens. But the point I was trying to make is that the quality of taking everyone into account at all times times is a part of me. I know it is an impossible battle though. I can't please everyone, all the time. None of us can really. If you're like me, you feel forced to pick and choose the lesser of two evils sometimes. Do I upset this person, miss out on this, or do I focus my energy and attention here? Whew, it's exhausting. A lot of people are lucky enough to figure this out early. Maybe it has taken me longer because I have added so many additional people to contend with. It isn't just me and my parents, or my close family. It is an entirely NEW family I have created for myself and then the extension thereof that follows. I have four children and a man that I love to attend to pretty much at all times. That is being a lot of things, to a lot of people, because everyone has different needs and even some of the same, and I am just one person. All I can do is try my best to consciously address everyone, equally, as much as a I can. And let's be real, I have needs. I am a person with some of the same desires. I want to be loved, admired, appreciated, cared for, to be special, you know, all the things we all want. Sometimes parenting and loving children seems to be a one-way street. I know this fluctuates. They are still growing people after all, and we can't depend on the emotional expressions of children to meet our needs all the time. That is why those special moments with them, reveling in their joy and happiness are SO important. I can't miss them. <br />
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I recently found myself torn in a few situations. Am I compromising the happiness of those closest to me for other things? Are they selfish ambitions, or are they just misguided energies? It doesn't really matter. The time that we have with our children, as children, is so precious and fleeting. I can not believe I have a 7 yr old. It is mind-blowing. I see how her needs from me are changing and I am trying to adapt. My 3 yr old is following suit, and now I see these age ranges and differences like one big confusing puzzle I have to put together as I go.<br />
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A lot of this might not make sense. I don't want it to be an airing of dirty laundry, so to speak. It is just a reflection I had of an A-ha! moment that I had to write down, document, and keep so I could remember it.<br />
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Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-30039441936961415052012-03-21T09:51:00.002-07:002012-10-02T13:51:29.523-07:00the mothering muscleIt's been two months since I've posted anything, and I can't believe the time has gone by so fast.<br />
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Baby Keira was born on January 18. She was born at 36 weeks which is a whole month early. I had the intention of posting a birth story, but maybe because it was such an exhausting ordeal that I haven't. I will say though, that it wasn't the labor and delivery that was the hardest for me, it was the fact that she had to stay in the NICU for about a week. Fortunately, everything turned out okay and she has no serious long term health effects that we need to worry about. She just needed that extra week in the NICU to mature. She's home, safe and sound.<br />
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introducing *Keira Isela* - here she was at about 5 days old<br />
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How can I describe this precious baby with words...I call her my little gummy bear. Daddy calls her Kiwi. Both are fitting. She is sweet enough to eat, but adorable and loveable all the same. She has certainly found her own voice here in her new family. She doesn't like to wait for me for very long. If daddy walks her around, or grandma rocks her, I can skate by for a little while, but not for too long. She is a good nurser. I nurse her on-demand (yes, like a cable program) and I know by the little twinkle in her eyes that she appreciates my availability. She repays me by only nursing twice during the night, once at about 130 and again around 4. I think she chose that time so she can hear daddy hustling and bustling while he heads off to work. She loves him already. He's hooked, naturally. All her sisters love her, she is the star of the show right now. Even our little diva Roslyn has allowed her to take center stage, most of the time. I decided last night, that the most heart-wrenching thing I could think of was feeling spread too thin between two needy babies. We were sitting on the couch, while everyone else was asleep, and they were both crying. Roslyn has a cold and she kept coughing. I brought her out to lay with me on the couch for a bit while the humidifier in her room got into gear. Well, I quickly found myself trying to comfort two crying babies. I don't think it would have been as hard if I didn't have to support the baby as much- you know, with the large head/weak neck problem. Also, Roslyn has quite the noggin herself, and she would slam it right down on top of the baby's head if I wasn't paying attention. She likes to cuddle with her. So, I did the best I could. I used some minor psychological warfare on Roslyn to get her to comply with me holding just the baby for awhile. Then, after she was settled, I was able to lay between them and comfort them both. I did it. I am getting more and more confident about my role as a mother of 4. We have had grandma around and helping so much, and I think it has taken me longer to grow into the role, because I have had so much help. But I am feeling it now. I really believe parenting is like a muscle sometimes. The more you work it, and work at it, consciously- the stronger it becomes. Every day is like a work out routine. I do some of the same movements repetitiously and they become easier and easier. Feeding them, for example, has become a lot easier. I know the easiest thing to do is to cook dinner a lot earlier than usual because the old time is right smack in the middle of Keira's feeding. And then there are new exercises, like going somewhere as a family. I imagine this will be the most strenuous activity we take on for quite some time. The double stroller helps, but the orchestration of a successful trip to a restaurant is slightly more difficult than the food is satisfying. Meaning, the food is barely worth the mental and physical struggle most of the time. But hey, that's okay. We have 2 children under age 2. It will get easier.</div>
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So, now I find myself surrounded by my family everyday. I don't know what could be better. I find delight and joy in each of them and it is never-ending. Sure, I get frustrated, impatient, and sometimes I feel one step away from throwing my phone at the TV when no one is looking (what, am I the only one?). But, there is always a sweet little kiss or a pair (or 3 pairs) of arms that are anxious to make their way lovingly around my neck, my waist, or my thighs in Roslyn's case. I have love. <br />
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I have been anxious to write and have lost so many of the ideas that have popped into my mind, but I will get to them. They are still in there, somewhere. Now excuse me, I have an episode of Scooby-Doo to watch before nap time.Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-90786613343793216442012-01-14T08:20:00.000-08:002012-10-02T13:38:20.825-07:00recent pinterest findsI try not to spend too much time on the site, because I will never get anything done. But here are a few of my most recent finds on Pinterest that have me motivated for inspired to do things and try new things.<br />
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Here is a super easy <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/162692605258487962/" target="_blank">DIY Baby Blanket tutorial</a>.</div>
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Baked Parmesan Garlic Chicken - <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/162692605258451318/" target="_blank">4 ingredient recipe</a>.</div>
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I have a dream of turning Emme's old room into half nursery/half crafting room for myself. <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/162692605258488108/" target="_blank">Here is a nice one</a>. </div>
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I thought this really<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/162692605258448224/" target="_blank"> cool DIY project</a> would give me something to do with the glass jars I've been hoarding. </div>
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Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-32863108829392010992012-01-13T08:14:00.000-08:002012-10-02T13:48:20.460-07:00pregnancy update: week 35I'm supposed to be laying down right now, but here I am at the computer.<br />
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On Wednesday I went in to labor and delivery at the hospital because I had been having contractions since about 4am. These were far more painful than the ones I had previously complained about. I thought it was go time! After waiting around for about five hours, I finally decided to go in. They weren't necessarily getting stronger or closer together, but my Dr. thought it would be a good idea, so off I went. They hooked me up to the monitors and did a cervical check. I was only 1cm dilated and about 80% effaced. These contractions weren't doing much though, and they had decreased in frequency and intensity quite a bit since the morning. I could still feel them though. The nurse said I had an "irritable uterus" and could be in the beginning stages of labor, so the Dr. wanted me to to take the terbutaline shots again. Again! I just didn't want to. I hate to go against what my Dr. says, but sometimes you just have to stand up for yourself and trust your body. I have had 3 children, and been through 3 labors so I feel like I know my body pretty well when it comes to this. At this stage, I knew my body was gearing down, and things weren't progressing. So, I basically said I didn't want the shot. She said she would just call my Dr. and let him know. So she came back and said that as long as I rested and drank lots of water, I could go home without the shot. I just didn't see any point in stopping these weak contractions that weren't doing anything. If my uterus was irritable, I would calm it down by staying off my feet and not getting worked up about anything (like my crazy kids who have been driving me up the walls the last few days). I still had some contractions the last few days, but its mostly when I get up and do things. Yesterday I had the chance to relax all day, but getting up to make dinner and clean a little did actually set them off. So, I can totally feel this irritable uterus thing at work. I'm trying to stay off my feet as much as possible, and I am trying to stay calm. I will be 36 weeks on Wednesday, so my Dr wants me to hold her in a little bit longer if I can. I have an appointment on Monday with him, so we can check her position and we can discuss this in further detail. I will update then!<br />
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I have been neglecting this blog and haven't even cracked into the new one I made. I have been battling in my mind over what I want to do with them. Do I want to combine them? Focus only on the personal one for now, or go ahead with my original plan of separating content? It all comes down to time, for now. I'm just focusing on getting things ready for the baby and keeping myself healthy until its time. So, don't count me out just yet!<br />
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Hope everyone has a good weekend!Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2285674513324939997.post-54662124127135104352012-01-05T10:35:00.000-08:002012-10-02T13:48:30.832-07:00pregnancy update: week 34Let's get right to it. Same format as previous weeks, this is gathered information from 3 top pregnancy information sites for the 34th week of pregnancy.<br />
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<li>baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe)</li>
<li>almost 18 inches long</li>
<li> fat layers are filling her out which will help regulate body temperature</li>
<li>her skin is also smoother than ever</li>
<li>central nervous system is maturing and her lungs are continuing to mature as well</li>
<li> ** babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine**</li>
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<li> the vernix (the white coating protecting your baby’s skin) is getting thicker</li>
<li>this week, a boy's testicles start making their way down from his abdomen to their final destination: his scrotum </li>
<li>those tiny fingernails have probably reached the tips of his fingers by now</li>
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<li> baby's hair continues to get longer and thicker</li>
<li>baby's hair color probably is not going to be the same color from birth onwards, so you should expect it to change in color</li>
<li> baby is shedding most of lanugo (the little peach fuzz type hair)</li>
<li>baby is taking calcium from you to lay down lots of bone</li>
<li>If you were to deliver your baby now, it would probably be called a
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<li> baby now rests on your uterus and is no longer floating</li>
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<li>fatigue has probably set in again, though maybe not with the same coma-like intensity of your first trimester</li>
<li>now's the time to slow down and save up your energy for labor day (and beyond) </li>
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<li>many pregnant women experience temporary vision changes during pregnancy</li>
<li> you may be getting gassier</li>
<li>you may be experiencing increased constipation</li>
<li> you could see an increase in vaginal discharge</li>
<li>Constipation’s almost constant sidekick? Hemorrhoids.</li>
<li> Your shifting center of gravity from back to belly puts more pressure and (ouch!) pain on your lower back</li>
<li>Leg cramps are most common around now, when the three main culprits —
pregnancy weight, swelling, and fatigue — are at their peak</li>
<li> If you’re fair-haired and have a genetic predisposition toward stretch
marks, you’re more likely to get them than someone who’s darker-haired
(or skinned). A slow and steady weight gain is your best bet against avoiding these.</li>
<li>As you get bigger and your body tissues accumulate and retain fluids,
you may experience swelling in your ankles, feet, and fingers</li>
<li>You knew your hair would grow faster and more lustrous while you were
pregnant, but you probably didn’t expect it to grow in places you
weren’t expecting — like your cheeks, chin, and back</li>
<li>As your pregnant belly gets bigger, your lungs won’t be able to expand
as fully, so you may feel winded, even after a trip to the bathroom</li>
<li> Expect difficulty sleeping. Period.</li>
<li>As your due date approaches and the third trimester wears on, your
breasts may leak colostrum — yellowish pre-milk that will be your baby’s
first drink</li>
</ul>
I-Am-Pregnant.com:<br />
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<li>Braxton-Hicks contractions are going to get stronger and more frequent within the next few weeks </li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li> Braxton-Hicks contractions will diminish if you get up and walk around and they should not be painful</li>
<li> Measurements of your uterus vary from woman to woman </li>
</ul>
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This week has been pretty uneventful for me, which is a good thing I guess. The baby hasn't dropped yet, I can still feel her all up in the top of my stomach and it is still sticking out quite a bit. When your baby drops, you can almost feel a difference in the way your body is carrying the baby, and it just looks lower sometimes. Also, some women find it easier to breathe. I'm hoping the heartburn won't be as bad!<br />
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As far as matching these other symptoms, I guess most of them are ringing true for me. No hemorrhoids though, thank goodness! And so far I've only had one awful middle of the night leg cramp. Oh, and I only gained a pound since my last visit two weeks ago! Yay! I have been cutting out a lot of junk though, and keeping my portions to what they should be. I am going to stick by that so I don't grow a third chin.<br />
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At this point, I am still seeing the doctor every 2 weeks. After the next appointment on January 13th, I will go to weekly visits. Also, the next appointment we will make sure she isn't laying sideways or that she hasn't flipped back up. Let's hope she's head down and ready to rock by then. I will be.<br />
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Good luck to all the pregnant mamas out there! Hang on...it's almost over.Rebecca Doloreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09958571203581969663noreply@blogger.com6