<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741</id><updated>2011-09-14T16:26:31.528-04:00</updated><category term='haunted gingerbread house'/><category term='P90X'/><category term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><category term='Huguenot Children&apos;s Library'/><category term='turkey day 5K'/><category term='Runner'/><category term='beach'/><category term='Superfast Suppers'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='Tony Horton'/><category term='apple picking'/><category term='wine'/><category term='universe'/><category term='Hudson Valley Fall Events Guide'/><category term='baby loves disco'/><category term='Christmas Eve'/><category term='baby book'/><category term='Smiling'/><category term='responsibility chart'/><category term='Watch Stef Go'/><category term='Laurie Bernker'/><category term='Healthier Kids'/><category term='Operation Beautiful'/><category term='sesame place'/><category term='Zeppole'/><category term='Mohonk Mountain House'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='Trainer'/><title type='text'>The Pocket Mom</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog stems from my constant struggle to be the best mother I can be and being fabulous while doing it. 

I am a wife and mother of two gorgeous girls.  I write this for all the mothers out there who don't have the time to do the research themselves.  

Consider me your "go to guide" that you can keep in your pocket--thus, "The Pocket Mom".  Tips on how to do it all both efficiently and FABULOUSLY.

Life is too short to be mediocre.  

Enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-6839591773979829253</id><published>2010-02-25T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T06:28:03.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='universe'/><title type='text'>The Universe Is Trying To Tell Me Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Over the past three months,&amp;nbsp;my family has been dealt a series of really bizarre, unexpected, and emotionally draining events. &amp;nbsp;We have narrowly escaped a major catastrophe on at least five occasions and for this, I am deeply grateful. &amp;nbsp;However, I am emotionally drained. &amp;nbsp;I am tired of using the phrase "it could have been so much worse." &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know that. &amp;nbsp;I know that all of this could have been worse. &amp;nbsp;But I am ready to move on. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I honestly thought 2010 would be a clean slate, leaving all of that funky stuff back in 2009. Not so. &amp;nbsp;So here I sit, on this very snowy night, trying to figure out what the universe is telling me. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is telling me that I should treasure my loved ones. &amp;nbsp; Or to be grateful for the rather blessed path that I have walked thus far. &amp;nbsp;Or to NOT treasure material things. &amp;nbsp;Maybe this is a test. &amp;nbsp;A test of our endurance. &amp;nbsp;A test of our faith. &amp;nbsp;Maybe it is telling me that we should get organized. &amp;nbsp;Or to know what we have and how to protect it. &amp;nbsp;Both people and things. &amp;nbsp;I fear though that this is just the beginning. &amp;nbsp;Is there more to come? Is the other shoe going to drop? Or is THIS the other shoe that dropped? &amp;nbsp;If it is, I will gladly accept it. &amp;nbsp;For as bad at it has been, it could have been so much worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-6839591773979829253?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6839591773979829253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/universe-is-trying-to-tell-me-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/6839591773979829253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/6839591773979829253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/universe-is-trying-to-tell-me-something.html' title='The Universe Is Trying To Tell Me Something'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-7823061289526846595</id><published>2009-12-15T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:49:33.760-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zeppole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Eve'/><title type='text'>Frying Zeppoles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up this morning and realized that it is December 15th! Are you serious?? When the heck did that happen??&amp;nbsp; Ok, so in the next 9 days, I must finish up Christmas shopping, wrap all gifts, figure out what to serve to 22 guests on Christmas Eve, clean up, then reset for even more guests Christmas Day! Lots to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE to entertain, so I intentionally and purposefully bring a lot of this stress upon myself.&amp;nbsp; However,&amp;nbsp; I categorize this as good stress.&amp;nbsp; Nothing makes me happier than having my family and friends over to hang out, eat, and drink some wine by the fire (even if it means a flurry of cooking &amp;amp; cleaning -- seriously, I'm Italian -- this is what I was born to do.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hosted Christmas Eve two years ago -- it was our first Christmas in the new house and we were honored to have "borrowed" the holiday from my Aunt Maria.&amp;nbsp; She was nice enough to let us "borrow" it again this year.&amp;nbsp; (It's really her holiday and in an Italian family you know better than to mess with the hierarchy of who can host what, when and where without asking--lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was so nervous that I was going to run out of food that I think I cooked enough for a small army that year.&amp;nbsp; I refused to run this risk of having any of my uncles or aunts talk about the "lack of food" at dinner.&amp;nbsp; So I made the following (and I am not kidding):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; A serious assortment of appetizers, (there were so many that I cannot even remember) - however, I can confirm that my cousins Donna and Jenn made stuffed mushrooms and crab cakes, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/white-bean-and-escarole-soup-recipe2/index.html"&gt;Escarole and White Bean Soup&lt;/a&gt; (one of my favorite things to make in the winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Five (5) Pounds of Fried Calamari (all kidding aside, my Aunt Maria was frying calamari for 3 hours straight....this was even too much food for all of us to handle - this year, we vowed to only buy 2 pounds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Zuppa Di Pesce over linguine.&amp;nbsp; (The Zuppa had clams, muscles, shrimp, and 5 special mini lobster tails-which were a total hit (everyone was fighting to get one - maybe I'll add a few more this year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; Sole with lemon and butter sauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Ray's Traditional Baked Macaroni and Cheese (a Soares family contribution)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Red Leaf Lettuce Salad with Red Grapes, Pistachios &amp;amp; Gorgonzola Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; There may have been some vegetable somewhere on the table, but really, does it matter?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I recall about dessert was the sound of dough frying in my kitchen, (i.e. Zeppole)&amp;nbsp; which were then covered in copious amount of powdered sugar.&amp;nbsp; It is my version of heaven.&amp;nbsp; Oh wait ! How could I forget Jenn's perfect little rainbow cookies that send her into a frightful state of panic as she layers red, then yellow, then green marzipan in neat rows? They are worth every ounce of sweat pouring off the girl's forehead.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After all was said and done, I sent my guests off with simple parting gifts.&amp;nbsp; I took basic pretzel rods and dipped about 2 inches of each in chocolate -- I then dipped the chocolate covered pretzels into various types of sprinkles, nuts etc. I packaged them in clear cellophane bags which I bought at Rojay's and then tied them with a pretty ribbon for some extra pizazz.&amp;nbsp; I loved them, and I think my family did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We'll see what happens this year.&amp;nbsp; I think 2007 was overkill, but it was a very memorable event, and in the end, that's what matters most.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, I recently read an article that conducted a study on children and what they remember most about the Holidays -- despite what we might think, the children could not remember any specific gift that they had received over the years, rather they recalled the smells coming from the kitchen, the people with whom they spent the Holiday with and silly traditions such as when/where they got their tree, or what their Advent calendar looked like.&amp;nbsp; They remembered the most important and simple things about Christmas.&amp;nbsp; It makes me think that all my kids really need is the sound and smell of frying Zeppoles coming from the kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-7823061289526846595?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7823061289526846595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/frying-zeppoles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/7823061289526846595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/7823061289526846595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/frying-zeppoles.html' title='Frying Zeppoles'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-83865190834592013</id><published>2009-12-14T23:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:15:52.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turkey day 5K'/><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So much has happened since my last post.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I ran in the 1st annual Turkey Day 5K (created by my&amp;nbsp;hubby)&amp;nbsp;along with my hubby, my father, my sister,&amp;nbsp;2&amp;nbsp;cousins, my sister's best friend, my father's running partner and&amp;nbsp;our dog Vegas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SycK7n23KII/AAAAAAAAADk/rKGfq0W4HeU/s1600-h/November+2009+048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SycK7n23KII/AAAAAAAAADk/rKGfq0W4HeU/s320/November+2009+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My baby girl&amp;nbsp;Sofia had back to back ear infections with two rounds of antibiotics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Aunt Mae's trip and fall and my call to 911.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; My sister's&amp;nbsp;visit to the Emergency Room (IN MASSACHUSETTS) and surgery that followed to remove her appendix .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If only one of these things occurred I could have certainly handled it with poise.&amp;nbsp; I could have regrouped quickly thereafter&amp;nbsp;and pressed on with my daily activities.&amp;nbsp; However, all of these events combined (#1 excluded) have drained me emotionally and have thrown me completely off my game.&amp;nbsp; I am glad to report that after a few&amp;nbsp;VERY hectic and draining weeks-I feel like I am&amp;nbsp;BACK.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, as many of you know,&amp;nbsp;my sister is my other half.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Since the day she was born, I have not made&amp;nbsp;a single&amp;nbsp;decision without her.&amp;nbsp; From what color to paint the&amp;nbsp;den, to which picture to use for my&amp;nbsp;Christmas card, to&amp;nbsp;picking my daughter's names, my sister is always right by my side helping navigate through life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Even though she had&amp;nbsp;routine surgery, she was hospitalized for a few more days than I was comfortable with.&amp;nbsp; Seeing my little&amp;nbsp;sis in&amp;nbsp;a hospital bed, fighting a fever, was an uncomfortable place for me.&amp;nbsp; I was worried, scared, and helpless.&amp;nbsp; I really didn't know how to act or what to do, so I sent her&amp;nbsp;the movie "Julie and Julia" to aid in her convalescence.&amp;nbsp; (It was either that or a tray of baked ziti and meatballs. ) I've learned that you should never take you loved ones for granted.&amp;nbsp; You can never predict what's going to happen next in life, so enjoy the moment you are in right now.&amp;nbsp; Stef, I love you&amp;nbsp;more than you will ever understand, and I am so&amp;nbsp;grateful that you are ok.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see, I've been a little busy tending to other matters in my life. In my absence, I realized that writing this blog is extremely fulfilling, therapeutic and cathartic for me. I missed it and I missed you guys. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I'm back. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-83865190834592013?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/83865190834592013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/mia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/83865190834592013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/83865190834592013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SycK7n23KII/AAAAAAAAADk/rKGfq0W4HeU/s72-c/November+2009+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-1438690489850716056</id><published>2009-11-17T22:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:52:04.228-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trader Joe&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Trader Joe's Employees Must Not Be From NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that all of the Trader Joe's employees have these slightly neutral, cheerful, Southern California-ish accents?&amp;nbsp; I swear there must be a Trader Joe's school where they teach them to smile, speak in Trader Joe tongue and be overly accommodating.&amp;nbsp; Everyone there is so darn happy and helpful! The nerve! Don't they know they're in NY? I mean seriously, why must you be so nice? Is it really necessary for you to stand outside in the pouring rain with an umbrella and help me unload all of my grocery bags into my car!?&amp;nbsp; Must you open a register when the rest are busy and say "Hi Ma'am, I can help you over here!"? Must you make these adorable little "shopper in training" carts so my kids can have fun while grocery shopping??&amp;nbsp; I mean really - why must you be so nice?? &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love Trader Joe's for a variety of reasons.&amp;nbsp; The delicious peaches they had over the summer, sweet potato fries, Toasted Oatmeal Flakes Cereal, those mini chocolate chip cookies in a tub, but most of all because the people who work there are seriously some of the most helpful and pleasant people in this area.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, helpful, competent and pleasant people are hard to come by these days, so when you do run into them, you must take notice and thank them profusely.&amp;nbsp; My heartfelt thanks to the employees of Trader Joe's for making my shopping experience a pleasant and peaceful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-1438690489850716056?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1438690489850716056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/trader-joes-employees-must-not-be-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/1438690489850716056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/1438690489850716056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/trader-joes-employees-must-not-be-from.html' title='Trader Joe&apos;s Employees Must Not Be From NY'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-2882475675168749817</id><published>2009-11-13T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:24:48.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fave Things Friday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been so out of the loop and so busy that I haven't had a single second to sit down and post anything on my precious blog. I am so sorry to my loyal followers, but I know that you've all been there when life just gets in the way of life. Anyway, so much has happened since the last time I posted and quite honestly, I do not even know where to begin. So instead of freaking out and making it complicated, I'm just going to give you the hit parade of some of my favorite things that I have encountered in the past few weeks! Hopefully this will bring me up to speed! So here it is -- the first, of the weekly post "FAVE THINGS FRIDAY".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Mohonk Mountain House:&lt;/strong&gt; Ray and I went for our anniversary and truly there are no words in the English language that you describe how stunning and gorgeous this place is. Really. It is stunning. And just what we needed to calm our brains and reconnect with one another. Here is a picture of the hotel itself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2nIjpRCBI/AAAAAAAAACU/ROufJtJul-I/s1600-h/DSC05366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2nIjpRCBI/AAAAAAAAACU/ROufJtJul-I/s320/DSC05366.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is me getting ready to go on a hike....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2qUJ4kv0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0okk7WLs9mo/s1600-h/DSC05325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2qUJ4kv0I/AAAAAAAAACc/0okk7WLs9mo/s320/DSC05325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our hike, however,&amp;nbsp;actually morphed into a "rock climb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2q8Voa9mI/AAAAAAAAACk/pTSuEyUbz6U/s1600-h/DSC05353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2q8Voa9mI/AAAAAAAAACk/pTSuEyUbz6U/s320/DSC05353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And after we climbed up and squeezed through this (a/k/a "The Crevice")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2rMqQkWPI/AAAAAAAAACs/NEKx1wTN2G0/s1600-h/DSC05348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2rMqQkWPI/AAAAAAAAACs/NEKx1wTN2G0/s320/DSC05348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a view of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2rVdmee2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uW5x7f-uqhQ/s1600-h/DSC05354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2rVdmee2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uW5x7f-uqhQ/s320/DSC05354.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It doesn't really get any better for me.&amp;nbsp; Peace and quiet can do wonders for a busy brain.&amp;nbsp; We had an amazing 24 hours away - we talked, drank champagne and just enjoyed each other's company.&amp;nbsp; I know that sounds cheesey, but in the hustle and bustle of daily life, you can forget about all the reasons you married someone...and during this 24 hours, I&amp;nbsp;found out&amp;nbsp;that after 6 years, I love Ray more than I did on our wedding day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Which leads me to my most two fave things in the world:&amp;nbsp; Giuliana and Sofia.&amp;nbsp; Here they are on Halloween:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2si_ly2VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wiWeNeqkdOY/s1600-h/DSC05254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2si_ly2VI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wiWeNeqkdOY/s320/DSC05254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Sophie the Giraffe Teether:&lt;/strong&gt; Most moms probably know about this little giraffe, (I guess I'm the slacker(...but I still had to share.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Sophie is "designed to stimulate the senses (she makes a happy sound when squeezed) and soothe teething gums (safe for babies' mouths).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;Isn't she cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2tPASKQRI/AAAAAAAAADE/xrc4SfGN1Qc/s1600-h/November+2009+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2tPASKQRI/AAAAAAAAADE/xrc4SfGN1Qc/s320/November+2009+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;She's even more chic because she's handmade in the French Alps, using all non-toxic food based paint.&amp;nbsp; She's pricey (retail:&amp;nbsp; $22.95-30.00, but I found her on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B000IDSLOG/ref=asc_df_B000IDSLOG962057?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;tag=googlecom09c9-20&amp;amp;linkCode=asn&amp;amp;creative=380341&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000IDSLOG"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; for $16.95) - but she is well worth the money.&amp;nbsp; I mean, come on, what's cuter than a Sophie for Sofia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2uSU0nX_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ftu50Kw0zI4/s1600-h/DSC05303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2uSU0nX_I/AAAAAAAAADM/Ftu50Kw0zI4/s320/DSC05303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Sabra Classic Hummus Single Packs:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Ray found these at Costco yesterday and I personally think they are brilliant.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2vkF6WbKI/AAAAAAAAADU/h_CNx93m1nY/s1600-h/November+2009+001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2vkF6WbKI/AAAAAAAAADU/h_CNx93m1nY/s320/November+2009+001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love hummus.&amp;nbsp; Any kind of hummus.&amp;nbsp; I love it so much that I could sit at my desk and continuously eat and entire container of it.&amp;nbsp; Which is not good for my waistline.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That is why I love&amp;nbsp;these little single 2oz. packs.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;are super&amp;nbsp;convenient, portion controlled, and really delish when paired with some baby carrots.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It would make a&amp;nbsp;fabulous snack for&amp;nbsp;the kids too, that is, if they like hummus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Have a fabulous weekend everyone!! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-2882475675168749817?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2882475675168749817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fave-things-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2882475675168749817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2882475675168749817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/fave-things-friday.html' title='&quot;Fave Things Friday&quot;'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sv2nIjpRCBI/AAAAAAAAACU/ROufJtJul-I/s72-c/DSC05366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-8289908531466898387</id><published>2009-10-28T22:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:04:27.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runner'/><title type='text'>I AM A RUNNER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For several years now, I've been dying to call myself a runner. You've seen them.&amp;nbsp; They're those fit people, dressed in skinny black spandex pants.&amp;nbsp; They're those people who wear tight, brightly colored "Under Armor Cold Gear" shirts.&amp;nbsp; They're those people who wear reflective vests and flashing lights.&amp;nbsp; They're those&amp;nbsp; crazy people that run in the rain, on Thanksgiving morning, and even during a snowstorm.&amp;nbsp; I've always wanted to be one of &lt;i&gt;them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of 8:36 this evening, I have accomplished that goal.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;i&gt;AM &lt;/i&gt;a runner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I don't consider myself "fit" &lt;i&gt;(yet), &lt;/i&gt;I played the "Runner" part well.&amp;nbsp; I wore skinny black spandex pants and a reflective vest.&amp;nbsp; It was raining.&amp;nbsp; And. I. Ran. 3.32 miles to be exact.&amp;nbsp; I feel like a fitness ROCKSTAR.&amp;nbsp; I ran through piles of wet leaves.&amp;nbsp; I ran through puddles.&amp;nbsp; I ran as raindrops pounded on my face.&amp;nbsp; I loved every single minute of it.&amp;nbsp; I have never felt more powerful.&amp;nbsp; My head has never been so clear. I feel relaxed and refreshed.&amp;nbsp; I am addicted.&amp;nbsp; I cannot wait to run again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The most frequently asked question I receive is how do I find the time to do it all?&amp;nbsp; And my answer is, I DON'T.&amp;nbsp; Not everything can happen in one day -- there just aren't enough hours.&amp;nbsp; But, I do my best, and that's all I can ask for.&amp;nbsp; I make to do lists that are a mile long.&amp;nbsp; I re-organize, re-prioritize and edit as I go.&amp;nbsp; I pull my hair out.&amp;nbsp; I get frustrated and annoyed that I can't do it all, but I have to realize that I am human.&amp;nbsp; So, if I can't make my bed every morning--oh well. If I can't do that certain load of laundry--oh well.&amp;nbsp; If I need to order take out because my fridge is empty--oh well.&amp;nbsp; I am human.&amp;nbsp; BUT wait--today I became a RUNNER! And now for the first time ever - I can cross that off my "to do" list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Mommy Note:&amp;nbsp; I want to say thanks to my cousin Jenn for being my running partner this week.&amp;nbsp; She's been there with me in the dark and in the rain.&amp;nbsp; And a BIG thanks to my sister, Stef, for keeping both&amp;nbsp; Jenn and I motivated and inspired.&amp;nbsp; We're trying to keep up with you and make you proud.) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-8289908531466898387?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8289908531466898387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-runner.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8289908531466898387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8289908531466898387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-runner.html' title='I AM A RUNNER'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-8234758490808497884</id><published>2009-10-25T23:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:23:47.019-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huguenot Children&apos;s Library'/><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time I stepped into a library was over 7 years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I was studying for the NYS Bar Exam.&amp;nbsp; Day &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; and day &lt;em&gt;out&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;for three straight months.&amp;nbsp; It sucked.&amp;nbsp; I was traumatized.&amp;nbsp; I vowed&amp;nbsp; never to walk into a library again.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite the fact that I banished libraries from my life, I knew I couldn't pass this on to my children.&amp;nbsp; So I decided to take Giuliana to the &lt;a href="http://www.nrpl.org/huguenotchildrenslibrary/"&gt;Huguenot Children's Library in New Rochelle&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I spent about an hour&amp;nbsp;trying to explain to her what a "library"&amp;nbsp;is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Giuliana:&amp;nbsp; Mommy, what is a&amp;nbsp;library?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Gi - it is a big building that has a ton of books, and you can get&amp;nbsp;a library card, and they let you borrow books, you can take them home, keep them for awhile and then you&amp;nbsp;bring them back and you can&amp;nbsp;take out more...cool right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Giuliana:&amp;nbsp; Wow, really cool. Do we have to pay for them? (I couldn't make this up if I wanted to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; No! Can you believe it? You just check them out with your library card and bring them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It dawned on me right then and there, that libraries are indeed a phenomenal idea.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now listen,&amp;nbsp;don't think I'm this horrible mother&amp;nbsp;who hasn't&amp;nbsp;taken her kid to the library ever...it's just that it was my custom and practice to&amp;nbsp;simply buy whatever books&amp;nbsp;Giuliana wanted, in excess amounts.&amp;nbsp; Today, however, I&amp;nbsp;brought it back to basics.&amp;nbsp; We went to the library.&amp;nbsp; I got a library card.&amp;nbsp; And we took&amp;nbsp;out seven books (there's not even a&amp;nbsp;limit on how many books you can take out!).&amp;nbsp; Giuliana loved every second of&amp;nbsp;the visit and asked to go back again.&amp;nbsp; I promised to take her as many times as she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mommy Note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The history behind the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.partnershipforthehcl.org/about.asp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huguenot Children's Library&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; is a very interesting one and one worth reading about.&amp;nbsp; It is beautiful lesson in determination,&amp;nbsp;perseverance and vision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter where you live, find your local library and visit it.&amp;nbsp; I promise you that the feeling of being surrounded by books and silence is an amazing one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-8234758490808497884?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8234758490808497884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8234758490808497884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8234758490808497884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-5373088976946510582</id><published>2009-10-22T21:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:34:32.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mohonk Mountain House'/><title type='text'>Mohonk Mountain House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;November 8th marks my sixth wedding anniversary.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling nostalgic, so tonight I dusted off my wedding album and went through it page by page.&amp;nbsp; It is incredible how much can change in just six short&amp;nbsp; years (or long depending on how you look at it).&amp;nbsp; In six years, we have moved twice, renovated our house, created a beautiful family, added a dog to our already crazy house and made some serious career moves.&amp;nbsp; Despite some curve balls, all in all, it has been a pretty damn good six years (thanks to my amazing hubby).&amp;nbsp; We've been wracking our brain trying to decide how to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; Well, really it's just been me banging my head against the wall.&amp;nbsp; I get the impression that Ray really doesn't want to be involved in my endless research and constant chatter about what we should do.&amp;nbsp; He just wants the final product, and rightly so, as being inside my head is exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A friend of mine had mentioned the &lt;a href="http://www.mohonk.com/"&gt;Mohonk Mountain House &lt;/a&gt;as a possible destination, but warned that it could get quite expensive.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even look into it partly because I'm not into "expensive" these days.&amp;nbsp; I'm into bargains, sales, coupon codes, free shipping both ways and signing&amp;nbsp; up my whole entire family, including cousins, for Enfamil coupons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Despite all that, I couldn't resist to call Mohonk just to see if they were running some type of promotion or special.&amp;nbsp; It must have been my lucky day because, indeed, they were!!! If you visit during a "weekday" - the rates are literally HALF the price&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best parts of the deal:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(1)&amp;nbsp; Sunday is considered a weekday (so you can stay Sunday to Monday) AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(2.) Three meals a day and most amenities on the 2,200 acre property are included&amp;nbsp; in the rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a picture to tempt you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SuEHUT-8maI/AAAAAAAAACM/6bMx7lDuLiU/s1600-h/Mohonk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SuEHUT-8maI/AAAAAAAAACM/6bMx7lDuLiU/s320/Mohonk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't get over how stunning the property looks and I am quite impressed by all of things that you can do once you get there (hiking, yoga, ice skating, boating, fishing, snowshoeing, carriage rides -- etc...).&amp;nbsp; Mostly, I can't wait to spend one whole night with my hubby.&amp;nbsp; I wonder how long we can go without talking about the girls..&amp;nbsp; While things have certainly changed over the last six years, I wouldn't change a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-5373088976946510582?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5373088976946510582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/mohonk-mountain-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5373088976946510582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5373088976946510582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/mohonk-mountain-house.html' title='Mohonk Mountain House'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SuEHUT-8maI/AAAAAAAAACM/6bMx7lDuLiU/s72-c/Mohonk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-5131997342826558595</id><published>2009-10-19T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:37:48.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haunted gingerbread house'/><title type='text'>Haunted Gingerbread House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been missing in action the past few weeks.&amp;nbsp; We all go through those spells when life gets so hectic that you don't even know if you're coming or going.&amp;nbsp; When you combine a busy work day (can't complain about that in this day and age) and a few late nights out at functions, you have a recipe for disaster.&amp;nbsp; Basically, we've run out out of food.&amp;nbsp; The dishes haven't been washed.&amp;nbsp; Laundry is piling up. I'm tired.&amp;nbsp; And to top it all off, I'm feeling guilty that I haven't spent enough time with the girls.&amp;nbsp; A rainy Sunday was just what the doctor ordered.&amp;nbsp; We didn't change out of our pajamas.&amp;nbsp; We lit a "Warm Cinnamon Bun" candle.&amp;nbsp; I had lentil soup simmering on the stove.&amp;nbsp; It was a perfect afternoon and what I thought was a truly perfect time for an Arts and Crafts project.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought this contraption at Michael's for $9.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0c9gJK2MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vlSxGWDpHVA/s1600-h/October+2009+195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0c9gJK2MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vlSxGWDpHVA/s320/October+2009+195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd be lying to you if I told you that this Haunted Gingerbread House was easy to put together.&amp;nbsp; It's not-- unless of course you are an experienced gingerbread house putter together-er.&amp;nbsp; I am not.&amp;nbsp; Anyhow, after mixing 3 different frosting colors, putting together the gingerbread house walls, letting it dry for an hour and then reading through the complicated and unclear instructions, we were ready to decorate.&amp;nbsp; Giuliana had a blast putting the little candies on the house.&amp;nbsp; As you can see, she was really into this- project-- just look at her concentration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0ecl2WsBI/AAAAAAAAACE/b0NrYw21eY4/s1600-h/October+2009+194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0ecl2WsBI/AAAAAAAAACE/b0NrYw21eY4/s320/October+2009+194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She kept saying "Mommy, that looks just like the box...good job!"&amp;nbsp; I needed the cheerleading section because, seriously, gingerbread house making is messy and really really hard.&amp;nbsp; When all was said and done, this was our final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0eVQMKSuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gDsvrcvtVcc/s1600-h/October+2009+198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0eVQMKSuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/gDsvrcvtVcc/s320/October+2009+198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;NOT BAD &lt;/i&gt;for a virgin gingerbread house maker right???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a great craft, but mostly it was just wonderful to spend some quality time with my girls.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-5131997342826558595?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5131997342826558595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/haunted-gingerbread-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5131997342826558595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5131997342826558595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/haunted-gingerbread-house.html' title='Haunted Gingerbread House'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/St0c9gJK2MI/AAAAAAAAAB0/vlSxGWDpHVA/s72-c/October+2009+195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-5367403730158891658</id><published>2009-10-07T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:43:21.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superfast Suppers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watch Stef Go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Operation Beautiful'/><title type='text'>So Much On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; My sister, Stefanie, is one of the most amazing people on the planet.&amp;nbsp; (I'm not just saying this because she is my sister, seriously, ask anyone who knows her, they'll tell you the same thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stefanie&amp;nbsp;got engaged this past New Year's Eve in Times Square to a wonderful man, named Lenny a/k/a "Laser" Lenny.&amp;nbsp; Too cute right?&amp;nbsp; Almost immediately, she embarked on the same journey almost every "Bride To Be" does...weight loss.&amp;nbsp; Stef's journey is different though.&amp;nbsp; This isn't about fitting into a size&amp;nbsp;2,&amp;nbsp;looking like any given celebrity or even about dieting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Her journey, as she explains it on her Blog &lt;a href="http://watchstefgo.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Watch Stef Go"&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;is about "becoming a fitness rockstar".&amp;nbsp; She has made&amp;nbsp;lifestyle changes, committed to her goal and has shown unparalleled&amp;nbsp;dedication to accomplishing it.&amp;nbsp; She has&amp;nbsp;since&amp;nbsp;lost 27 pounds,&amp;nbsp;but has gained so much more from her journey.&amp;nbsp; I urge&amp;nbsp;you to read her Blog, because it is ridiculously informative, positive and inspirational (not to mention she is getting her Masters in Public Health, so she knows a little bit about the subject).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you lil sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; In keeping with the "healthy" theme - Stef introduced me to this movement called &lt;a href="http://operationbeautiful.com/"&gt;Operation Beautiful&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Quite honestly, I think it is a brilliant - and if we all made an effort to participate it in, I think we would all feel a bit better physically and emotionally.&amp;nbsp; In a nutshell,&amp;nbsp;the founder of Operation Beautiful wants to end "Fat Talk", (e.g. "Do I look fat in this?", "Oh boy, I can't believe I ate that...I feel so fat" etc...).&amp;nbsp; In order to combat "Fat Talk" the founder started leaving Post It Notes with positive messages like "You are beautiful the way you are"&amp;nbsp;in public restrooms, at work, the grocery store, the gym - wherever.&amp;nbsp; She encourages you to&amp;nbsp;do the same.&amp;nbsp; You can even send her a picture of&amp;nbsp;Operation Beautiful note.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, we have&amp;nbsp;all engaged in "Fat Talk", but we never really think about what we are saying and how it affects us personally, or the people around you, especially children.&amp;nbsp; Interestingly, I watched&amp;nbsp;the &lt;a href="http://www.healthytippingpoint.com/ob/fat-talk"&gt;"Fat Talk"&lt;/a&gt; video&amp;nbsp;that's posted&amp;nbsp;on the&amp;nbsp;site and it is scary - I was stunned to learn that&amp;nbsp;81% of 10-year olds are afraid of being fat! Are you kidding??&amp;nbsp; I have vowed to stop "Fat Talking" today.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;I am always on the lookout&amp;nbsp;for recipes for HEALTHY but&amp;nbsp;QUICK meals.&amp;nbsp; As busy moms, we don't have alot of time to cook - so I found these &lt;a href="http://www.cookinglight.com/food/quick-easy/20-20-superfast-suppers-00400000038097/"&gt;Superfast Supper Recipes&lt;/a&gt; (20 recipes in each&amp;nbsp;category that take 20 minutes to prepare)&amp;nbsp;-- Genius.&amp;nbsp; They all sound delicious.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Let me know if you make any of the recipes and how&amp;nbsp;they turn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Remember - You are beautiful just the way you are! Now, go&amp;nbsp;leave your positive note somewhere, today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-5367403730158891658?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5367403730158891658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5367403730158891658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5367403730158891658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-much-on-my-mind.html' title='So Much On My Mind'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-8434243824157858215</id><published>2009-10-06T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:20:49.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Smiling'/><title type='text'>The Smiling House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past two years, on my way to and from work, I have driven by and admired this truly beautiful and well maintained house.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, I was always drawn to this house.&amp;nbsp; Maybe because the color of the siding is so soothing, or the landscaping was so perfectly manicured, or because I could relate to the toys being strewn across the driveway, or because it was always&amp;nbsp;lovingly decorated for every season.&amp;nbsp; There is something about the aura of this house that just makes you smile.&amp;nbsp; It makes you want to sip hot cocoa or&amp;nbsp;apple cider while&amp;nbsp;snuggled in a blanket on a brisk day.&amp;nbsp; I always told my husband that when we're ready to renovate our home, I would knock on their door to ask them how they made their design choices, who did the work, but most of all to give them compliments on how they have literally made their house smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night on my way home, I noticed that there were many more cars in the driveway of this house than usual.&amp;nbsp; I also couldn't ignore the Yonkers Police car sitting out front.&amp;nbsp; I really had no idea what to think, other than that it looked like an odd situation.&amp;nbsp; Late last night, I was shocked to learn that the house&amp;nbsp;I have admired over the years, the house that makes me smile every morning, the house that literally looks like &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; is smiling, is that of fallen &lt;a href="http://www.lohud.com/article/20091006/NEWS02/91006005/Thousands-turn-out-for-Yonkers-firefighter-s-funeral--photo-gallery"&gt;Yonkers Firefighter, Patrick Joyce&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; My heart broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never knew this man, nor&amp;nbsp;did I know his family.&amp;nbsp; All I know is what I have read in the papers and heard on the news.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, the story seems to be the same, that Firefighter Joyce was an incredible man.&amp;nbsp; I can only say that if&amp;nbsp;the Joyce house itself can make a stranger smile on the way to work, I can only imagine what the man himself was like.&amp;nbsp; God bless Firefighter Joyce, his wife, his two little girls, his family and friends.&amp;nbsp; My heartfelt thoughts and prayers are with you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-8434243824157858215?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8434243824157858215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/smiling-house.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8434243824157858215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8434243824157858215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/smiling-house.html' title='The Smiling House'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-2730942127750206391</id><published>2009-10-05T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:51:53.163-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trainer'/><title type='text'>There's A Stranger in My House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After dinner was finished,&amp;nbsp;the dishes had been washed and the girls fast asleep in their beds, I found myself face to face with someone who I thought looked familiar, but&amp;nbsp;was clearly not the&amp;nbsp;nice, calm, man that I married.&amp;nbsp; Unbeknownst to me, there must be a telephone booth in&amp;nbsp;my bedroom, because clearly&amp;nbsp;Ray had been inside it doing a quick switcheroo into his "personal trainer" uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SsqouVQ6IvI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZYzn8h5EIeM/s1600-h/2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SsqouVQ6IvI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZYzn8h5EIeM/s320/2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was tempted to spray paint the word "Trainer" on the back of his black pull over, but I have to honestly say, I was a little scared of Trainer Ray.&amp;nbsp; He means business.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's back up a moment -- You see, Ray sent me an email this afternoon that detailed&amp;nbsp;my Monday night workout.&amp;nbsp; It said something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chest and Tri's (3 sets 15 reps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87BGmWrVH2Y"&gt;Mary&amp;nbsp;Katherine Lunges&lt;/a&gt; from the P90X Plyometric Tape (10 each leg)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Incline Dumbbell Press (3 sets 15 reps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wide Arm Push Ups (3 sets 15 reps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10 - "X" Jacks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Skull Crushers (3 sets 15 reps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overhead Tricep Press (3 sets 15 reps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8 - Tires/Run Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here were my initial thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; He's totally going to forget he emailed this to me by tonight;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Who the hell is Mary Katherine and what the eff does she have to do with my workout? Is Mary Katherine hotter than me? Where did he meet Mary Katherine? I mean, really, why is the chick so special she has a move named after her?; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; He's totally going to forget he emailed this to me by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, since I am now sitting here dripping in sweat, it is clear that Nos. 1 and 3, did not happen.&amp;nbsp; My new trainer, Ray, is apparently on staff and means business and I am fine with that, because he's kinda hot.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S. I soon remembered that Mary Katherine isn't a threat at all...it's just the name of a funky lunge to kick your butt into gear.&amp;nbsp; Here's the best video I could find to demonstrate the move--try it when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87BGmWrVH2Y"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87BGmWrVH2Y&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-2730942127750206391?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2730942127750206391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-stranger-in-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2730942127750206391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2730942127750206391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/theres-stranger-in-my-house.html' title='There&apos;s A Stranger in My House'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SsqouVQ6IvI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZYzn8h5EIeM/s72-c/2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-1280419931408215901</id><published>2009-10-02T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:04:33.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hudson Valley Fall Events Guide'/><title type='text'>Hudson Valley 2009 Fall Events Guide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every season, like clockwork, we&amp;nbsp;receive&amp;nbsp;this amazing &lt;a href="http://www.randrealty.com/r4lreport.aspx?ai=19B&amp;amp;rp=fall2009#page=1"&gt;Hudson Valley Events Guide&lt;/a&gt; in the mail&amp;nbsp;(courtesy of my fantastic father, Nick).&amp;nbsp; The guide covers Westchester, Putnam, and&amp;nbsp; Duchess County and is organized by Towns/Villages/City.&amp;nbsp; It provides tons of options for things to do and places to go! I love getting it&amp;nbsp;each season and now I can share it with you - just in time for the weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Side Note:&amp;nbsp; When you open the guide, don't get thrown off by the picture of that random guy in the left hand corner...that's my dad! The guide comes from Better Homes and Gardens Rand Realty&amp;nbsp;where he works as&amp;nbsp;an Associate Real Estate Broker). Thanks Dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy the weekend everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-1280419931408215901?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1280419931408215901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/hudson-valley-2009-fall-events-guide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/1280419931408215901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/1280419931408215901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/hudson-valley-2009-fall-events-guide.html' title='Hudson Valley 2009 Fall Events Guide'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-5361269292806448821</id><published>2009-10-02T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:52:59.185-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthier Kids'/><title type='text'>31 Days to Healthier Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I logged into &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/"&gt;http://www.sparkpeople.com/&lt;/a&gt; to this morning, I was reminded that they have these awesome things called "Motivational Calendars".&amp;nbsp; Each month they focus on developing one healthy habit and then give you daily&amp;nbsp;tips on how to achieve it.&amp;nbsp; October's topic is&amp;nbsp;"31 Days to Heathlier Kids".&amp;nbsp; I thought it would be great&amp;nbsp;to at&amp;nbsp;least print out the calendar and&amp;nbsp;try to apply some of the tips to my own family's life.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to share it with you because I think&amp;nbsp;it could&amp;nbsp;encourage some really fun family time! And who doesn't want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to the calendar:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/calendar_2007-10.pdf"&gt;http://www.sparkpeople.com/resource/calendar_2007-10.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend everyone! Make time to get out an enjoy this great fall weather!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-5361269292806448821?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5361269292806448821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/31-days-to-healthier-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5361269292806448821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5361269292806448821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/10/31-days-to-healthier-kids.html' title='31 Days to Healthier Kids'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-6056739758838338239</id><published>2009-09-30T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:17:10.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony Horton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='P90X'/><title type='text'>"Real Sweat, Real People"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you seen this guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SsQVEKyuGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/CL0wPkDitHk/s1600-h/p90x_plus_tony+horton-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SsQVEKyuGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/CL0wPkDitHk/s320/p90x_plus_tony+horton-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His name is Tony Horton, and I have a crush on him.&amp;nbsp; He's the creator of P90X (I'm sure you've seen the infomercials like a million times during 3 am feedings).&amp;nbsp; As per the &lt;a href="http://www.beachbody.com/"&gt;www.beachbody.com&lt;/a&gt; website, P90X is described as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;P90X® is a revolutionary system of 12 sweat-inducing, muscle-pumping workouts, designed to transform your body from regular to ripped in just 90 days. You'll also receive a comprehensive 3-phase nutrition plan, specially designed supplement options, a detailed fitness guide, a calendar to track your progress, online peer support, and much more. Your personal trainer, Tony Horton, will keep you engaged every step of the way, and you won't believe your results! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply call it TORTURE, but in the nicest sense of the word.&amp;nbsp; Tony , (I like to think we are on a first name basis) has kicked my ASS from here to next Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; While I'm not following his program exactly as prescribed (I mean, really, I did have a baby only 3 1/2 months ago) - I'm using the individual videos as cardio and weight training workouts.&amp;nbsp; I believe that Tony is one of the major reasons I have&amp;nbsp; been able to accomplish as much as I have in these past few months.&amp;nbsp; I am only 8 pounds away from my pre-pregnancy weight--which is HUGE, given the fact that it took me over a year and a half to lose my "baby" weight the first time around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, have to give much credit to my hubby, Ray, (who also has a crush on Tony).&amp;nbsp; Ray has vowed to make us "HOT" again...just like we were in 2001! Ahhhh, those were the days--when I could eat black and white cookies as a snack and not gain an ounce.&amp;nbsp; Oh well, two kids, and 8 years later, this is not the case.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, Ray has been by my side, preparing and organizing our food plan (we don't like to call it a &lt;i&gt;diet&lt;/i&gt;, per se -- it makes us feel deprived) and has been my biggest cheerleader!&amp;nbsp; He's run 2 miles by my side, while pushing our two girls in the double stroller-- no easy task.&amp;nbsp; As I run, I can hear him say to Giuliana - "Gi, look at mommy, she's doing great right??"&amp;nbsp; I couldn't have dreamed up a more wonderful man.&amp;nbsp; So thank you honey, for all of your support and dedication to making us "HOT" again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the tools we are using to get "HOT":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daily log ins to the best weight loss website on the planet:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.sparkpeople.com/"&gt;www.sparkpeople.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; (Please check this site out, you can literally track all your food, activities, calorie intake, output, make friends, join support groups, get recipes, and on and on and on and on...it truly is fabulous) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A library full of cook books--our faves are:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Weight Watchers, Simply Delicious&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Weight Watchers, Cook it Quick&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Eat Clean Diet, Tosca Reno&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Food You Crave, Ellie Krieger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cooler (to transport my daily rations to work)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Healthy and easy snacks (fruits, veggies, string cheese, almonds and peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P90X&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A great pair of running sneakers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A food scale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob's Revolution Duaille Stroller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother (who watches the girls on the weekend while we run (thanks mom!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I've realized that if you really want something and equip yourself with the right tools, you &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;can &lt;/i&gt;achieve &lt;i&gt;anything!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my new crush says in his videos, "Real Sweat, Real People" (I have no idea what that really means, but I&amp;nbsp; love the sound of it and say it like 100 times a day-- simply because I think it applies to pretty much any situation...I'm a loser, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-6056739758838338239?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6056739758838338239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-sweat-real-people.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/6056739758838338239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/6056739758838338239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/real-sweat-real-people.html' title='&quot;Real Sweat, Real People&quot;'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SsQVEKyuGuI/AAAAAAAAABk/CL0wPkDitHk/s72-c/p90x_plus_tony+horton-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-2117263016558493724</id><published>2009-09-23T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:37:03.766-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='responsibility chart'/><title type='text'>Happy Hump Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've made it to day three of my first week back to work.&amp;nbsp; As you can tell from my post on Monday, I was pretty down in the dumps about leaving my girls. While I still would love to spend every waking second with them, there is something to be said about heading into the business world and being able to have conversations that don't involve the phrase "hi pretty girl, who loves you? mama does! who loves you pretty girl?"&amp;nbsp; BUT most of all....I absolutely love being able to sit at my desk and sip my hot cup of coffee without any interruption. Really, it's a slice of heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In planning my return, I have managed to turn my house upside down and put it back together again in an effort to organize, find a place for everything and put everything in its place.&amp;nbsp; This state of order lasted about forty-seven seconds.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, order and organization are both unrealistic and unattainable goals when you live with the following creatures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(A) a husband; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(B) a three year old, high maintenance, high heel and crown wearing, pre-schooler;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(C) a newborn; oh yeah, and that thingy that I wanted so badly, because he was so darn cute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(D) a crazy, psycho, pee on the rug, bark at the mailman, dog named Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXHIBIT B&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SrrTILr853I/AAAAAAAAABc/yF7_M4TaLIU/s1600-h/2009+016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SrrTILr853I/AAAAAAAAABc/yF7_M4TaLIU/s400/2009+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;EXHIBIT C &amp;amp; D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SrrQ5dOyFsI/AAAAAAAAABU/no3ntfeZSrM/s1600-h/July+2009+060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SrrQ5dOyFsI/AAAAAAAAABU/no3ntfeZSrM/s320/July+2009+060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Take a look again at Exhibit C.&amp;nbsp; If you can get past the large, pink crown on her head, you'll notice that Giuliana is posing very proudly in front of a brightly colored hanging board. Well, at the recommendation of one of my best girlfriends, Shannon, we purchased the Melissa and Doug - "My Responsibility Chart".&amp;nbsp; And let me tell you, it is worth the $15 you'll pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It comes with the following&amp;nbsp; responsibility magnets:&amp;nbsp; get ready for bed, get dressed, take bath, clear table, put toys away, keep hands to self, share, brush teeth, stop whining, apologize to someone, say please and thank you, help with indoor/outdoor chores, no teasing, show respect, load/empty dishwasher, put clothes in wash, don't use bad language, set table, take care of pet, do homework, make bed, clean room, take out trash, keep hands to self, plus two blank to write your own.&amp;nbsp; Also included are plenty of reward magnets (i.e. "good job",&amp;nbsp; "awesome", "super") to give when the tasks are completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;If you squint your left eye and look at the last responsibility on our chart, you'll see I've used my P-Touch label maker to make a "Princess Points" category for miscellaneous good acts -- earn 5 princess points and Giuliana gets a prize! How much fun is that??&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But this leaves me wondering, when does mommy get a prize, because lord knows, we mamas deserve them like every three days or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-2117263016558493724?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2117263016558493724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hump-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2117263016558493724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2117263016558493724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-hump-day.html' title='Happy Hump Day'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SrrTILr853I/AAAAAAAAABc/yF7_M4TaLIU/s72-c/2009+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-2064090058075489249</id><published>2009-09-21T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:53:50.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Doesn't Get Any Easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been staring at my computer trying to figure out some great tip to give out on how to make going back to work easier after maternity leave.&amp;nbsp; I have nothing for you ladies--nothing!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was my first day back after spending three months with my new little girl, Sofia.&amp;nbsp; I thought that because I had done this once before, (albeit three years ago) that I was going to get up, get dressed, give her a kiss goodbye and skip out the door.&amp;nbsp; I was either delusional or in serious denial, or maybe just a bit of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My morning, however, definitely went smoother than I expected.&amp;nbsp; And by that, I mean, I was able to take a shower, shave my legs &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; straighten my hair.&amp;nbsp; Impressive, I know.&amp;nbsp; I then frantically scanned my closet for something to wear.&amp;nbsp; Preferably something without buttons or zippers.&amp;nbsp; Alas, I came upon a black dress that required nothing other than slipping it on over my head.&amp;nbsp; Much to my credit, I avoided both, muffin top &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; camel toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, Giuliana knew that I was fragile this morning.&amp;nbsp; Was it the extra hugs and kisses I required from her? Was it the fact I was staring at her in the mirror when I brushed her hair? Whatever it was, she sensed it, and she fully cooperated. She didn't fight me on getting dressed and slipped her petite self into a pair of skinny jeans.&amp;nbsp; She ate breakfast, gave me a big hug and kiss and left to go to school with my hubby.&amp;nbsp; For some reason she looked 18 years old this morning.&amp;nbsp; She might as well been heading off to college.&amp;nbsp; As I closed the door behind her, my vision became blurred by all of the tears welling up in my eyes. I missed her a little more than usual today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sofia was just getting up as they left.&amp;nbsp; I fed her, holding her just a bit tighter..&amp;nbsp; Suddenly,&amp;nbsp; I found myself lost in her blue eyes. Would time pass as fast as it did with Giuliana? If I blinked, would Sofia soon be 3 years old too? How do I make time stop? How do I freeze this moment? How do I bottle her baby smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The doorbell breaks the silence.&amp;nbsp; It is my Aunt Maria, ready to spend the day with Sofia while I go to work.&amp;nbsp; I hand her the "Soares Family House Manual" (a three ring binder, which contains all contact numbers, emergency information and sheets to record all of Sofia's feedings, naps and poops).&amp;nbsp; I pack my lunch, give Sofia one last kiss and get in the car.&amp;nbsp; I sit in the driveway one last moment, and watch as my Aunt Maria waves Sofia's hand to "say goodbye to mommy".&amp;nbsp; My heart breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I take a deep breath, back out of the driveway and head to work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My tips:&amp;nbsp; Stock your closet with Kleenex for your tears and duct tape to mend your broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-2064090058075489249?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2064090058075489249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-doesnt-get-any-easier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2064090058075489249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2064090058075489249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-doesnt-get-any-easier.html' title='It Doesn&apos;t Get Any Easier'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-5341374258742116268</id><published>2009-09-15T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T13:36:05.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laurie Bernker'/><title type='text'>"The Laurie Berkner Band"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Moms: You love her, (you even may hate her for brief moments), but she is undeniably the most entertaining children's recording artist out there and she's coming to&amp;nbsp;NY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq_PzTeq5DI/AAAAAAAAABM/EfzLxKF2IlA/s1600-h/bios_laurie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq_PzTeq5DI/AAAAAAAAABM/EfzLxKF2IlA/s320/bios_laurie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may already have heard, but&amp;nbsp;if not,&amp;nbsp;The Laurie Berkner Band will be&amp;nbsp;live, in concert, at&amp;nbsp;The Performing Arts Center, Purchase College on October 24, 2009 at 1pm.&amp;nbsp; (The show runs about 1 hour and 25 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The theme:&amp;nbsp; Pajama Party!&amp;nbsp; That means, kids come in pjs with their fave stuffed animal. Too cute! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to Laurie Berkner Bank:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurieberkner.com/site/"&gt;http://www.laurieberkner.com/site/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's the link to the Performing Arts Center to order your tickets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artscenter.org/tickets/production.aspx?performanceNumber=3094"&gt;http://www.artscenter.org/tickets/production.aspx?performanceNumber=3094&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to go, I would call for tickets immediately, as I heard through the grapevine that they are selling like hotcakes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-5341374258742116268?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5341374258742116268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/laurie-berkner-band.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5341374258742116268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/5341374258742116268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/laurie-berkner-band.html' title='&quot;The Laurie Berkner Band&quot;'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq_PzTeq5DI/AAAAAAAAABM/EfzLxKF2IlA/s72-c/bios_laurie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-8274057170634510898</id><published>2009-09-14T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:47:16.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple picking'/><title type='text'>An Apple A Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fall is one of my favorite seasons for so many reasons.&amp;nbsp; I love to watch the leaves turn gorgeous colors.&amp;nbsp; I love to wear soft snugly sweaters in the crisp, but not yet cold air.&amp;nbsp; I love apple pies.&amp;nbsp; But most of all, I have come to love and look forward to my family's annual pilgrimage to The Applewood Orchard and Winery&amp;nbsp; in Warwick, NY, for apple and pumpkin picking, wine tasting, music, apple cider donuts, Apple Dave and you guessed it, a picnic.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.applewoodorchards.com/"&gt;www.applewoodorchards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will be my family's 4th annual outing to Applewood and we have come to love the orchard. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are our tips and suggestions, compiled over the past three years:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Picnic:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Pack your cooler with snacks, beverages and lunch.&amp;nbsp; There are plenty of picnic tables at the orchard, but my suggestion is to arrive early and set up your space.&amp;nbsp; You can leave your stuff at the picnic table all day while you head into the orchard or go wine tasting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy Note:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; For those of you following my blog, you already know that I am obsessed with packing your own food wherever you go.&amp;nbsp; I personally think its a great way to: (a) save money (b) save time (c) always ensure that you have you and your childrens' fave snacks on hand and (d) make an ordinary day special.&amp;nbsp; There's something about picnics that just makes me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Photo Op:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Take a picture of your child/children in front of the Applewood Winery - "How Tall This Fall?" sign.&amp;nbsp; See Giuliana in front of the sign in 2006, 2007 and 2008.&amp;nbsp; (Scrapbook gold! Now, only if I could bring myself to actually scrapbook.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7rFv77rRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ArxLSNw0POw/s1600-h/IMG_1661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7rFv77rRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ArxLSNw0POw/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7sLic2G9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BkQ1x9ID3fE/s1600-h/DSC00364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7sLic2G9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/BkQ1x9ID3fE/s320/DSC00364.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7sym_QT0I/AAAAAAAAABE/IkwwL26e6JA/s1600-h/Ray%27s+Downloads+to+be+Organized+037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7sym_QT0I/AAAAAAAAABE/IkwwL26e6JA/s320/Ray%27s+Downloads+to+be+Organized+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Wine Tasting:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Pay the $5-$7 bucks for wine tasting in the small, but cute winery on the premises.&amp;nbsp; Delicious, refreshing wine that are all available for purchase.&amp;nbsp; You can bring some of fall home with you in a bottle! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sugar Loaf Fall Festival:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;For an extra bonus, you can visit the orchard on Columbus Day Weekend, which coincides with the Sugar Loaf Fall Festival.&amp;nbsp; Sugar Loaf is a small arts and crafts village that you must drive through to get to the orchard--it is totally adorable and has a ton of really cute shops full of unique things!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bring a Wagon:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;We take our Radio Flyer with us every year and load it up with kids, apples and pumpkins.&amp;nbsp; It is so convenient! If you don't have one, invest in one--it will save you hundreds of dollars on chiropractors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Boots:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;If it is raining or has rained within a few days of your visit, chances are the orchard will be muddy, so leave your Christian Loubitans at home and pack some boots or old sneakers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; Baby Wipes/Hand Sanitizer:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;While the Port-o-Pottys are plentiful, they are far from clean.&amp;nbsp; Bring your own baby wipes, hand sanitizer, seat covers--whatever you may need to make your potty experience a little bit cleaner and neater. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mommy Note:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; There are tons of apple orchards at our fingertips here in NY and while I personally can't attest to any of the following, you should check them out, pick one, and start your own family tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weedorchards.com%20/"&gt;www.weedorchards.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maskers.com%20/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maskers.com%20/"&gt;www.maskers.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outhouseorchards.info/"&gt;www.outhouseorchards.info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilkensfarm.com/"&gt;www.wilkensfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Apple Picking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-8274057170634510898?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8274057170634510898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8274057170634510898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8274057170634510898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-day.html' title='An Apple A Day....'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sq7rFv77rRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ArxLSNw0POw/s72-c/IMG_1661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-8345505411928721422</id><published>2009-09-02T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:40:10.918-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby book'/><title type='text'>It's 10pm! -- Do you know where your child's Baby Book is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like every other mother, when I was expecting (both times), I had extremely high hopes of filling out the girls respective&amp;nbsp;baby books with every little detail of their lives.&amp;nbsp; You know, the basics, like first smile, first giggle, first step, first tooth, oh and for fun, I was going to note every time they took a bath (Secretly, I lay awake at night wondering how many times I've actually bathe in my life, it's just a random wacky fact that I'd like to know about myself and of course, I blame my mother for not counting before I could).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;you know how it goes....you give birth to this beautiful&amp;nbsp;baby - and then realized that WOW, admist the every 2 1/2 hour feedings and dirty diaper changes, you don't have time&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;write&amp;nbsp;ANYTHING down, let alone&amp;nbsp;neatly fill out a baby book that will be passed down for generations.&amp;nbsp; OH&amp;nbsp;God - the PRESSURE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;tip:&amp;nbsp; instead of stressing yourself out and running to the baby book every single time something momentous happens, keep a small note pad nearby (like&amp;nbsp;post-it note size without the sticky part) and write the date and event on the&amp;nbsp;note paper.&amp;nbsp; Take that note paper and place it into a&amp;nbsp;clear shoe box or any other decorative box that you have.&amp;nbsp; Once a&amp;nbsp;month or when you have&amp;nbsp;uninterrupted time-&amp;nbsp;take all of your notes out and transfer them into the baby book.&amp;nbsp; This allows you to&amp;nbsp;take the time to do it neatly without missing any&amp;nbsp;important moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave&amp;nbsp;baby book is Carter's Sweet Baby Girl Record Book (you can find it on Amazon).&amp;nbsp; You can also find it at Target, but it will have a slightly different cover simply because it is produced by Just One Year (Carter's brand for Target)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OC4nn65jXrw/Sp7oAXsmkGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Upavl2OdPec/s1600-h/Carter%27s+Sweet+Baby+Girl+Record+Book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OC4nn65jXrw/Sp7oAXsmkGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Upavl2OdPec/s320/Carter%27s+Sweet+Baby+Girl+Record+Book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book has a very simple layout. It prompts you with questions and provides a place for all the important information- no thinking involved (something very useful when you're suffering from a bad case of "mommy brain").&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also, there are plenty of blank pages at the end to fill in with your own ideas and memories.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it nice to know that you can hand your kids a fully executed, neatly written baby book, even if you haven't noted every bath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-8345505411928721422?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8345505411928721422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-book-do-you-know-where-your-childs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8345505411928721422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/8345505411928721422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-book-do-you-know-where-your-childs.html' title='It&apos;s 10pm! -- Do you know where your child&apos;s Baby Book is?'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OC4nn65jXrw/Sp7oAXsmkGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Upavl2OdPec/s72-c/Carter%27s+Sweet+Baby+Girl+Record+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-7633995425430350419</id><published>2009-09-01T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T12:33:29.030-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby loves disco'/><title type='text'>"Baby Loves Disco"</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, do you remember the days when you used to go clubbing, dancing to awesome music, staying out until 6am? Well, those days may be over, and you may have traded in coming home at 6am for getting up at 6am with your kids! But, you can still enjoy the atmosphere of a real night club while hanging out with your kids! How? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BABY LOVES DISCO"&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.babylovesdisco.com/"&gt;http://www.babylovesdisco.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(check out the website for locations and dates near you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, "Baby Loves Disco" transforms nightclubs&amp;nbsp;across the country into child proof discos!&amp;nbsp; Yes, I said NIGHTCLUBS!&amp;nbsp; How brilliant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I went last summer with my then 2 year old daughter and I cannot say enough about it.&amp;nbsp;She had an absolute blast dancing to the music, checking out the random toys spread around the club, chasing bubbles and getting her very first&amp;nbsp;tattoo, albeit, temporary.&amp;nbsp; Nicely displayed on the bar was&amp;nbsp;a full spread of the most glorious healthy snacks like cheese, crackers, carrots, celery, pretzels, and organic juice boxes! Needless to say, this spread made this very health conscious mother very happy!&amp;nbsp; Most importantly however, is the fact that they&amp;nbsp;play actual &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; music, not kiddie stuff (I still love you Laurie Berkner, but&amp;nbsp;there's only so many times I can sing "We are the dinosaurs...marching marching"!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sp1K9IEJK0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y4OBde6rdPA/s1600-h/BLD+-+Snacks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sp1K9IEJK0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y4OBde6rdPA/s320/BLD+-+Snacks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sp1K1bqd4NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AjoeQ8svvnk/s1600-h/BLD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sp1K1bqd4NI/AAAAAAAAAAk/AjoeQ8svvnk/s320/BLD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is just an amazing way to spend time with your kids-doing something fun and out of the box!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And...if you close your eyes tight enough you may be able to envision yourself a few years back in those tight pants and low cut shirt hanging out at the club! (Oh wait, is that spit up on your low cut shirt? Sorry...back to reality!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-7633995425430350419?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7633995425430350419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-loves-disco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/7633995425430350419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/7633995425430350419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-loves-disco.html' title='&quot;Baby Loves Disco&quot;'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/Sp1K9IEJK0I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Y4OBde6rdPA/s72-c/BLD+-+Snacks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-7766368631870718199</id><published>2009-08-28T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T12:16:34.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine'/><title type='text'>Wine, Cheese and the Warm Summer Breeze</title><content type='html'>Summer is coming to a close...tear, sniff, sniff.&amp;nbsp; But before we say goodbye to Summer 2009, I have one more simple activity that you should try to fit in before the leaves start falling: wine and cheese on the beach with your better half, your girlfriends, or anyone that you want to enjoy a lovely evening with while listening to the waves of the Long Island Sound and watching the bright sky turn a million gorgeous colors before sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FAVORITE pick for this activity is a cute beach that&amp;nbsp;I was introduced to this&amp;nbsp;Summer:&amp;nbsp; COMPO BEACH, WESTPORT, CT.&amp;nbsp; Did I mention that this beach is just the cutest little thing going?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.westportct.gov/westportct.gov/Templates/LandingPage.aspx?NRMODE=Published&amp;amp;NRNODEGUID=%7b2A906941-7244-4F8C-B5D9-587BA86300F1%7d&amp;amp;NRORIGINALURL=%2fagencies%2fparksandrecreation%2ffacilities%2ehtm&amp;amp;NRCACHEHINT=NoModifyGuest#compo"&gt;http://www.westportct.gov/westportct.gov/Templates/LandingPage.aspx?NRMODE=Published&amp;amp;NRNODEGUID=%7b2A906941-7244-4F8C-B5D9-587BA86300F1%7d&amp;amp;NRORIGINALURL=%2fagencies%2fparksandrecreation%2ffacilities%2ehtm&amp;amp;NRCACHEHINT=NoModifyGuest#compo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sidenote:&amp;nbsp; While on maternity leave this Summer, I traveled to this beach numerous times with my two girls and various friends and family.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It is convenient, quiet, clean, close and cute! You can park your car no more than 50 feet from the beach, go back and forth to gather the 23 bags you have to carry all of your kid gear, watch your kids go to the water while you sit back in your chair and not worry about anything.&amp;nbsp; Great snack bar with nutritious options, but you know me by now, I say pack your cooler for convenience and cost savings! Best of all - they have the Mother of All playgrounds-which will not disappoint!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SpgCD7DirkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uFlgJkbLKGg/s1600-h/Compo+Beach+Sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SpgCD7DirkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uFlgJkbLKGg/s320/Compo+Beach+Sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the Wine and Cheese.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My husband and I&amp;nbsp;had a lovely evening back in July&amp;nbsp;up at Compo Beach with my sister in law Tiffany and brother in law Joe.&amp;nbsp; We packed chairs,&amp;nbsp;a candle, a picnic basket loaded with different cheeses, crackers, fruit, and most importantly WINE.&amp;nbsp; (Don't forget the wine opener and glasses!) Open bottle, pour, and enjoy!&amp;nbsp; We had a fabulous time unwinding, and catching up - all while watching the waves and digging our toes in the sand.&amp;nbsp; FABULOUS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SpgC1jhbPrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Rb52xN1YBAA/s1600-h/Compo+Beach+Picnic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SpgC1jhbPrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Rb52xN1YBAA/s320/Compo+Beach+Picnic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't live in the area, take this suggestion and find yourself a quiet spot to do the same.&amp;nbsp; While I love Compo beach, I am sure that any place you choose to spend some quality time with loved ones will work just the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp; There is a $20 fee to enter Compo Beach, but it's worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-7766368631870718199?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7766368631870718199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/wine-cheese-and-warm-summer-breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/7766368631870718199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/7766368631870718199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/wine-cheese-and-warm-summer-breeze.html' title='Wine, Cheese and the Warm Summer Breeze'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wao997-sSqk/SpgCD7DirkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/uFlgJkbLKGg/s72-c/Compo+Beach+Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-3573975991162940218</id><published>2009-08-24T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:30:36.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recession Proof Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ladies, if you're like me these days, I'm always looking for a bargain. However, I'm not willing to compromise on quality or at least the "appearance" of quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While shopping in &lt;em&gt;Target &lt;/em&gt;this weekend, &lt;em&gt;(please pronounce with a French Accent for some pizazz)&lt;/em&gt; I found some amazing deals on Revlon cosmetics. (Now, by way of background, you're talking to a girl who would head straight to the Nars counter at Lord &amp;amp; Taylor for her gorgeous, yet overpriced cosmetics. Ahhh - that was all Pre-Madoff. Dammit, this guy has even screwed up my beauty routine. I digress.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I purchased these lovely Revlon Color Stay 12 Hour Eye Shadows in both Blushed Wines and Sultry Smoke for $5.93 each!!!!! HELLO? Can we say score??? The package even has nifty instructions on how to get the "look" and shows you which colors to apply to what part of your eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also in my bag was Revlon Liquid Liner in Black Brown, which I've used for years. It's precise, stays put and looks fabulous. All for $6.24!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completed my shopping spree with a fabulous, 5 strand, funky gold necklace from the Jewelery Counter for $12.99! I showed it off to my family and everyone swore it looked like it could be sold at Plaza Too or Bloomie's for 10x the price.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this recession I've learned that you don't have to have a million bucks to look and feel like a million bucks! Happy shopping ladies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-3573975991162940218?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3573975991162940218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/recession-proof-beauty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/3573975991162940218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/3573975991162940218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/recession-proof-beauty.html' title='Recession Proof Beauty'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-2894552854353353091</id><published>2009-08-20T18:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T22:23:51.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Chips and Salsa</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago my husband came up with a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; idea (and I'm not being sacarstic...yet) to host an adults only get together at our house.  So, I diligently sent out the evite for our "Drop The Kids, Pick Up The Beer Party" to all of our friends.  Within seconds I received several "YES" RSVPs-which lead me to believe that everyone, myself included, was desperate for a night out without having to carry a diaper bag, talk over a screaming newborn, or answer a preschooler's one thousand questions all starting with "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the party, my hubby opened the fridge and asked me what all of the food in the fridge was for.  I looked at him as if he's crazy and responded somewhat snottily:   "um, for the party we're hosting tomorrow night".  Naturally, he showed me his contribution--which included industrial size bags of tortilla and potato chips with a side of salsa.  I, on the other hand, made the following quick and easy appetizers which when paired with my husband's chips and salsa, were FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mexican Bread Bowl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery List:&lt;br /&gt;1 Pane Di Casa (round Italian bread)&lt;br /&gt;1 Large Seeded "Il Forno" Bread (This is my absolute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; bread.  It is crusty and sinfully delicious.  It can be found at North End Meats in Eastchester only on Fridays and Saturdays, however, if y&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ou know you will be needing it, call Anna an order yourself a loaf the day before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;however, &lt;/span&gt;if you cannot get your hands on this bread, any crusty loaf will do, but I can't make any promises that it will be as delish.)&lt;br /&gt;1 large container of sour cream&lt;br /&gt;1 block of cheddar cheese or a bag of shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 jar of salsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut a circle into the top of the pane di casa; gently pull the top off the bread and proceed to hollow out the middle creating a simple "bread bowl".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate bowl mix the sour cream, jar of salsa and shredded cheddar cheese.  Pour mixture into the bread bowl.   Put the bread lid back on top to cover the mixture.  Wrap the entire pane di casa in aluminum foil and place in  oven for about 1 1/2-2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Il Forno bread (or other crusty loaf) and cut into cubes.  Use the cubed bread to dip into the Mexican Dip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to serve this dish HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinach and Feta Wontons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 packages frozen spinach&lt;br /&gt;1 container of crumbled feta cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 package of wonton wrappers (found next to the tofu in the fruits and veggie aisle)&lt;br /&gt;Chopped Garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wontons should be at room temperature&lt;br /&gt;Defrost/Thaw Spinach.  Wring out all excess water.&lt;br /&gt;Coat a pan with olive oil and saute the chopped garlic until golden brown.  Add the spinach and cook until spinach is warm and well coated with olive oil and garlic.  Let the spinach cool down before adding the crumbled feta.  Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a small bowl of water.  You'll use the water to seal the wonton wrappers.&lt;br /&gt;Gently peel the wrappers apart to make sure you're only using one at a time, then spoon the spinach and feta mixture into the middle of the wonton-follow the instructions on the package on how to properly fold and seal the wonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, heat a small amount of olive oil in a pan.  Gently place a batch of the wontons into the pan and saute for approximately 3 minutes on each side or until golden brown.  Serve hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cucumber, Hummus and Tabbouleh Bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grocery List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 large English Cucumber (the one in the cellophane wrapper)&lt;br /&gt;1 large container of hummus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(my favorite is the Roast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ed Pine Nut by Sabra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1 large container of Tabbouleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut cucumber into slice.  Place a dollop of Hummus on the Cucumber.  Place a spoonful of Tabbouleh on the hummus.  Serve.  (Could it be any easier?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweet Potato Rounds with Feta &amp;amp; Chives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-5 thin sweet potatoes&lt;br /&gt;1 block of Feta Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 package of chives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peel sweet potatoes.  Slice sweet potatoes into 1/4 inch rounds - just thick enough to be able to scoop out a little pocket.  I use the small side of a melon-baller to scoop out a tiny little pocket or indent really, in each sweet potato round.  Place on a cookie sheet and bake at 375 degrees until just before they are soft.  Timing all depends on the size of the sweet potatoes, so keep a close eye on them.  You don't want to cook them all the way through because they will go back in the oven for another 10-15 with the feta and chive mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, finely chop the chives.  Then mix the feta and chives together in a bowl.  After the sweet potatoes have baked, assemble by placing a small spoonful into the center of each sweet potato round.  Place back on the cookie sheet and bake for 10-15 minutes until the feta melts.  Serve HOT.  Tiny bits of heaven I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save time, I usually make all of the mixtures, i.e. mexican bread bowl dip, feta and chives, the night before.  I also bake the sweet potatoes the night before so that on the day of the party, all I have to do is assemble and place in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olive Roll Ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grocery List:&lt;br /&gt;1 large jar of green olives with pimentos&lt;br /&gt;2 cans black olives&lt;br /&gt;1 package of cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 bunch of scallions&lt;br /&gt;1-2 packages of whole wheat tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice all olives.  Chop scallions, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(use both the green stem and white bulb.)  Place cream cheese in a bowl and mix.  Fold in olives and scallions.  Spread mixture evenly over an entire tortilla.  Roll tortilla like a cigar, then slice into rounds.  These make tasty, colorful, sophisticated looking, pinwheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Sangria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the boys are drinking their beer, I served Yago Sant'gria for the ladies.   This can be found at any liquor store and you can't miss it b/c it is brightly colored purple bottle.  Slice up some oranges, lemons and apples and drop them into the sangria to make it look like you made it all yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These recipes are simple, but delicious, and will not disappoint your crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our party went until about 3am, which is super duper late for us parents, however, it was just what we needed.  Good friends, good times and just a little more than chips and salsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I must give credit where credit is due, so thank you to my sister in law Tiffany for teaching me how to make and serve a mean appetizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1869939949862679741-2894552854353353091?l=thepocketmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2894552854353353091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/chips-and-salsa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2894552854353353091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1869939949862679741/posts/default/2894552854353353091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepocketmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/chips-and-salsa.html' title='Chips and Salsa'/><author><name>The Pocket Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18201430340838009230</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1869939949862679741.post-2823860620047466762</id><published>2009-08-18T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:25:44.549-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sesame place'/><title type='text'>Surviving Sesame Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we decided to take a trip to Sesame Place on the hottest day of the summer.  Yes, I brought my 3 year old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Giuliana&lt;/span&gt; and 2 month old, Sofia to Sesame this past Sunday and Monday.  It was quite an experience and WOW, do I have some survival tips for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, go to Sesame Place on a weekend.  It was overwhelmingly crowded, (not to mention over 90 degrees), completely disorganized and lines moving slower than molasses.  All of this combined makes for one cranky and sweaty mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have not been before, the park is small enough to do in one day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt; there are no crowds.  I personally liked the overnight stay and would highly recommend it, especially when traveling with an overtired and overstimulated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;schooler&lt;/span&gt;.  We stayed at the Courtyard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Marriot&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bensalem&lt;/span&gt;, PA, about 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; from Sesame.  It was clean, convenient and well priced as compared to those closer to Sesame itself...a perfect place for everyone to get some shut eye before having breakfast with Elmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early Monday morning we headed to Sesame for a 9:15 breakfast with Elmo and friends (be sure to purchase tickets for this online before your trip-it sells out quite quickly and you wouldn't want to disappoint your kids-remember, you're fabulous! See TIP#1 below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast all in all was really cute!  Some pics with Elmo that you can buy for $20 bucks (my choice would be to have a family member or someone take pics with your own camera.  Stand right behind the Sesame camera guy for the best shots, he didn't seem to mind at all).  Breakfast was a buffet of french toast sticks, tater tots, something that resembled scrambled eggs, bagels, cereal, coffee and juice.  Moms, this was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; Weight Watchers friendly at all...so if you're watching your waistline, pack yourself a point friendly breakfast.  Breakfast is about an hour, so it's over by 10am, just when the park opens.  My suggestion is to high-tail your double stroller to your choice of water rides...my personal faves:  Big Bird's Rambling River and Sesame Streak.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Giuliana&lt;/span&gt; LOVED both and rode them several times throughout our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip #1:  Purchase your Park and Breakfast tickets online BEFORE your trip to save time and keep your sanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip #2: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACK A COOLER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No bigger than 14x11.  Load it up with WATER, JUICE BOXES, LUNCH AND SNACKS.  Then rent a locker for $20 (with a $5 refund when you return the key) - keep it in there...this way, you will avoid waiting in line for food and drinks, which literally killed hours of our day.  The eating facilities are small, crowded, hot and the food, well, just OK.  You can find a nice salad, but everything else is the standard, greasy, stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you to pack a nice bottle of Merlot for some romance, but I don't think it would make it through security.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip #3:  BRING A SPRAY BOTTLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The "mist" stations are few and far between here at Sesame, and when we did find one, it wasn't working.  My poor baby was sweating and all I wanted to do was mist her...I looked high and low in the gift shops for a spray bottle, with no success.  So, I resorted to using a wet paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. THERE IS NO SHADE ANYWHERE!!!!!!! NONE.  I had to feed Sofia behind a building in the shadows of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;HVAC&lt;/span&gt; system...and I'm not exaggerating.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sesame can get crowded very quickly, so make sure you do your favorite things first.  No matter what, you will be waiting in line for quite some time.  It's a slow go, but your kids will have fun and you will be the most FABULOUS mom in their eyes.  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