tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91700800202051519572024-03-19T07:25:01.266-05:00BLOGVILLEMy cyber home. A place for me to share my thoughts and opinions freely. Blogville...my internet home.Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-24957164933113085822009-02-02T00:52:00.010-06:002009-02-02T01:11:39.435-06:00Potty Training Boot CampDate: 31 Jan. 2009 - 1 Feb. 2009Recruit: SophiaDrill Instructor: MommyAge of Recruit: 28 months and 5 daysMission: Operation FlushD-1 (the day before...)After speaking with a veteran of high potty training respect in the field, I finally understood the basics required in potty training. Everything I had thought was needed, wasn't. Detachable toilet seats? Don't need 'em. Dvd's, books and the likeMama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-3445012325560052752008-10-24T16:19:00.009-05:002008-10-24T22:03:29.163-05:00My Summer WindIt's been a while since I've been able to put my thoughts on virtual paper. Summer crept up on me and told me to lay off the computer and start enjoying the outdoors, so I did. It got easier to want to do things when I have a child that sees Life as the most fun ride to ever be on. Before summer, I've been holding indoor picnics and entertaining my little darling with songs, dance and laughter. Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-14333826213823563042008-10-17T16:41:00.006-05:002008-10-17T16:47:15.535-05:00Happy Brithday, Ma...(Written Thursday October 16, 2008 11:59pm)I’m typing this to you at 11:59pm….just a minute before your birthday is over. Ma, I am so sorry. Sorry for so much. Sorry for everything I ever did to hurt you because I was so involved with me…sorry for wanting to do what I wanted and never caring about your needs. Sorry for not supporting you more and hugging you as much as my heart wanted to. I am Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-12032734326060082482008-08-13T16:42:00.004-05:002008-08-13T16:51:51.745-05:00My "Ouchie" DayI went to Target (tar-zzshhhay) to get a storage bin for my backyard. Tried to put it in the cart but with my baby girl in there it was a no go. So I picked it up and tried to put the box, since it was flat, under the cart. Didn’t work there either. I grabbed the box to slowly pull it out from under and a metal pointy thing caught and dug into my middle finger of my left hand. I said calmly “Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-50556521034999582092008-05-22T13:37:00.016-05:002008-05-23T12:40:11.261-05:00Spring Cleaning - Do You Have What It Takes?Something's happened to me since my daughter entered my world. I've had a shift in consciousness...a desire to inspire. I'm beginning to feel a need... a need for speed - speed cleaning, that is. I don't remember feeling this way when I was in my 'nesting' phase of pregnancy. Now all I care about is the cleanliness of things; what's my daughter touching, where is she lying down and what corners Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-23444588673438248632008-04-23T13:36:00.015-05:002008-06-04T14:43:48.011-05:00MOTHERSThe position of 'motherhood' is the oldest occupation in the history of mankind. It is the "mother" of occupations, if you will. Mothers have been given the job of carrying, delivering and nurturing the next life. In most cases, it is the mother that is responsible for protection, nourishment and guidance. Men most definitely have their place in the rearing of a child, and it does not go Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-80553776190458304252008-04-21T12:22:00.020-05:002008-05-06T15:19:07.873-05:00You'll Understand Better When You're a Mom “You’ll understand better when you’re a mom”. Did you ever hear that before having a baby? If you are planning to get pregnant, are you hearing that now? Does it bother you? I used to get so frustrated hearing moms say that to me. I'd feel somehow offended, thinking "What - I'm able to love like you, why does having a baby have to make everything so different?” I mean geez, I thought I was a funMama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-52784520832148472122008-04-15T17:16:00.014-05:002008-04-18T15:30:21.784-05:00Life Without GrandparentsOnce upon a time, there were large homes with front porches. Little children of different ages were seen crawling in the house, playing in the yard or helping around the house. I saw parents, aunts and uncles trying to keep everyone in line and when trouble came about, there were 'family talks'. Everyone gathered around the grandparents to hear how life was when they were young. They told storiesMama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-91517681101325068242008-04-10T16:52:00.017-05:002008-04-11T10:19:02.810-05:00A Little Princess - My Favorite MovieI talk about a lot of movies that I love and have listed quotes from many on my blog, but there is one movie that pulls at my heart strings every time I watch it: A Little Princess. Frances Hodgson Burnett wrote the 212 page novel. There is a black and white, Shirley Temple original version, but I prefer the movie made in 1995 with Liesel Matthews that plays Sara Crewe. It is a movie that moves Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-6620216459705332022008-04-10T10:10:00.011-05:002008-04-10T10:56:45.732-05:00A Love Note to The Man of My Dreams - My HusbandI love you. I love you more today than the first time I laid my eyes on you. I love you for being an ass. I love you for trying not to be an ass. I love your earlobes and I love the tip of your nose. I love your forearms and I love your lips. I love laughing with you till we both cry. I love that you can wear a beard and I still think you are hot. I love when you cover my eyes when the televisionMama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-25776632314503226362008-04-10T08:14:00.009-05:002008-04-10T09:29:17.221-05:00PRAYING FOR TIMEEarlier this week I watched American Idol. This week they were supposed to sing a song that was inspirational to them. Jason Castro's selection and performance was my favorite, as well as David Archuleta's. After the show was over I sat in my bedroom and remenisced about a song that was the most inspirational to me, leaving a big impression in my heart after hearing it. I didn't have to think Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-72053635653090046612008-04-06T12:26:00.014-05:002008-04-06T13:09:12.845-05:00A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Grocery StoreLast week I took a trip to the grocery store with my little mini-me. We walked together hand in hand until we got inside and I whooshed her like a supergirl flying in the air right into her cart seat. Away we went...humming along, humming a song and looking for some organic veggies and fruits for the week. Then I heard something. I heard someone faintly call my name. I looked at my daughter with Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-42167233207805024282008-03-28T13:57:00.011-05:002008-03-28T16:07:06.704-05:00Toddler WorldWho knew that the moment your little boo-boo, sweetheart baby, turns into a toddler that all moms gain a second pair of eyes in the back of their heads? I found myself with my back to the bathroom mirror, twisting myself about to view the back of my head looking for them this morning. I SWEAR they are there. Not only have my new pair of eyes helped me keep track of my 18 month old's whereabouts, Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-66371070081559721512008-03-28T11:00:00.006-05:002008-04-11T13:35:27.450-05:00Funny E-mail - PeriodI received this e-mail today. Don't know if this is a real letter, but I don't care...I laughed along as I read it. I felt like applauding at the end because this woman wrote a letter with all the words and fervor I can relate to. Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. Please post your comment at the bottom :)This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to Proctor and Gamble regarding their Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-26216320625660214052008-03-26T17:22:00.014-05:002008-03-26T18:49:21.799-05:0018 Month DayToday is my daughter's "18th Month Day". What an exciting day! She has grown so quickly. She wakes up in the morning and says "goo money!" which is toddler-speak for "good morning". She says "BYE DAAAD" as he leaves for work and says "NO!" as soon as he closes the door behind him, realizing that he's gone for the day. She then proceeds to her Little People house and joyfully plays and humms some Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-80294527626393668012008-03-20T18:37:00.018-05:002008-03-26T22:36:33.856-05:00The Spank Factor - ToddlersI remember sitting at a restaurant with my husband and overhearing a screaming child. I remember, back before I had a child, how I jokingly said to my husband "If that were me, I'd beat the living crap out of my child". I used to joke about my so-called 'hit first, ask questions later' rule with my friends and it always brought about some laughter. Was I kidding back then? Probably not, because Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-40025507755815999212008-03-15T16:47:00.002-05:002008-03-17T23:21:17.683-05:00Rules in My HomeThese are rules I have in my house, you'll either agree or disagree, but maybe you'll find one that sparks your heart as you read?------------------------------------------------------------Love and respect yourself: Hard to do (esp for women, being the maternal creatures we are), but your children will look up to you later for it.Love and respect your spouse/partner: you both play a vital role Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-60454968479897315392008-03-15T16:23:00.002-05:002008-03-28T15:58:02.915-05:00Baby Advice - Dunstan Baby LanguageIf you are a mother of a newborn up to 3 months old baby or are pregnant please consider learning shortcuts in handling your baby when he or she cries. I believe this may be one great source to prepare you, help you to get closer to your child and have a happy relationship with your baby at such a tender and loving age! I thought to at least give my experience and tell you why I'd advise anyone Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-75594412286493819062008-03-12T18:30:00.002-05:002008-03-17T23:22:06.417-05:00MILEPEBBLESI'm constantly going through these little moments in my life with my daughter that have not exactly earned the title of "milestones" but can't be ignored in my heart. So I am calling them "milepebbles".They are the moments that enter through your eyes, whisper into your heart, create a wonderful swell of love within your spirit and finally leave a lump in your throat. The moments trigger an Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-49478296232141172892008-03-11T11:46:00.004-05:002008-03-28T16:02:14.415-05:00Try MeditationI've started to meditate again. Done it before and loved it. It brings peace throughout your whole body, soul, and mind. I've heard lots of people wonder what they have to do...and it's quite simple. You may have done it after a group workout at a gym or through a yoga or pilates class.It's not always about the "ommm" or the "Ahhhh"...it's about first getting your mind focused on the real you Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-72317666013623474052008-03-10T16:28:00.001-05:002008-03-17T23:24:00.990-05:00Reading A New Earth? How can it work with your children?I was on a message board where a parent asked how she can teach her children her beliefs that are improving from the result of the new Ekhart Tolle book, A New Earth. It made me think about what I am doing and will do with my little girl and wanted to share:It's hard to quickly sum up what you should tell your children, especially if we are also growing in knowledge as we speak. What whould you Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-6171853735440695362008-03-10T00:59:00.001-05:002008-03-10T01:38:39.177-05:00My Internet HomeWent through some sites on the internet that seemed open for discussion among parents and the last one I went to made me decide that it was just better to have my own blog so I returned and created a different name that was best suited for me.I'd rather voice my thoughts about what I feel is best in my world instead of offering my opinions and feeling the Ginzu knives strike me from sensitive Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-55197190168810540062008-03-10T00:40:00.002-05:002008-03-26T18:53:18.095-05:00June 1st 2007 - Our Rainy DayI knew a storm was approaching as I was driving down a local road to the grocery store to get food for my daughter. We were almost out and there was no choice. As I drove down the road I could see daylight all the way ahead of me and a clear sky all the way behind me. Of course, the darkest black cloud had to be right above me. I raced down the street and parked my car, the whole while praying Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9170080020205151957.post-84413323282916486562008-03-10T00:31:00.003-05:002008-03-26T18:51:24.762-05:00"Firsts"First. That word, though just a word, seems to mean so much to so many people. It's a status - "First class". It's a happening - "First presentation". It's a moment in time - "First kiss". My sister-in-law got married in September. She floated on air, as she should because she was marrying her first love.I don't know what most women go through when they watch another wedding take place, but I Mama926http://www.blogger.com/profile/14913444918169520947noreply@blogger.com0