<?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-1454305246781965133</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:19:51.180-08:00</updated><category term='change'/><category term='La dolce Mama'/><category term='pocket change'/><category term='adventures in motherhood'/><category term='sea lions'/><category term='pancakes'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='baby'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='staycation'/><category term='Mialle'/><title type='text'>Lollimom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454305246781965133.post-7965485724268239940</id><published>2009-05-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:54:56.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Vegans Eat Animal Crackers?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever watched Babette's Feast?  It is a strange, older movie that is basically about food and cooking.  The eponymous feast basically changes the lives of the dinner guests.  For someone who loves cooking as much as I do, it should have been a joy to watch - except that it actually shows the animals before and during preparation.  Umm, no thanks.  It was enough to make me seriously consider turning vegetarian.  &lt;br /&gt;Which brings us to the title of my post.  How do vegans make sure they get enough calcium?  At my daughter's most recent doctor's appointment, the doctor scolded me for not making sure my daughter gets enough calcium.  Until recently, just about the only way I could get my daughter to drink milk was to serve them with bunny-shaped graham crackers.  I will be getting her some multivitamins so she gets enough calcium, but I am also going to look for alternative sources of calcium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-7965485724268239940?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/7965485724268239940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=7965485724268239940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/7965485724268239940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/7965485724268239940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-vegans-eat-animal-crackers.html' title='Do Vegans Eat Animal Crackers?'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-2948731296265596244</id><published>2009-05-02T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T07:02:18.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Not the)Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>This week I got sick. Fever sick.  As you know, moms aren't allowed to get sick, so when they do all hell breaks loose.  And so it was at our house.  No clean diapers were to be found anywhere and hastily changed dirty diapers were everywhere else.  Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my illness only lasted 24 hours, but with everyone worried about the swine flu, I made sure to go to the doctor.  They took a culture and advised me to wait until I had the results to resume my routine.  So now we are self-imposed social pariahs and have to entertain ourselves in a way that doesn't pose a public health risk.  With little ones that can be hard, so yesterday we went bird-watching.  Yes, it is as boring as it sounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have checked the symptoms of swine flu and we don't have most of them.  The kids are sick, so I am guessing it's not a big deal.  In the interest of keeping all the other moms well, I think today we will go on a hike today and just yell,"Unclean!" if we see anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-2948731296265596244?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/2948731296265596244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=2948731296265596244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2948731296265596244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2948731296265596244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-theswine-flu.html' title='(Not the)Swine Flu'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-5530768834535515315</id><published>2009-04-20T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:21:23.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Gardening</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to my spring planting.  All my other plants had died, so I had to do something.  &lt;br /&gt;I planted bell peppers, tomatoes, japanese eggplant, and cantaloupe.  I also planted some herbs and onions, which I have never tried.  Planting from seeds, I mean.  I have tried onions and herbs. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year when I planted my vegetable garden, my daughter was too young to be picky about the food she ate.  She was just beginning to eat solids, so she pretty much ate whatever I put in front of her.  Now that she is old enough to be picky, I have had to come up with tricky ways to get her to eat vegetables.  I haven't started sneaking them into brownies, but I have found several ways to make them tastier.  The best are carrot fries.  See the recipe below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrot Fries&lt;br /&gt;Slice carrots in half, then quarter lengthwise. &lt;br /&gt;Toss in bowl with olive oil, 1 tsp. thyme, and 1 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;Bake on cookie sheet in oven for 15-20 mins, depending on the thickness of the carrot slices, at 425 degrees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-5530768834535515315?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/5530768834535515315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=5530768834535515315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/5530768834535515315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/5530768834535515315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-gardening.html' title='On Gardening'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-2568068490218481799</id><published>2009-03-27T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T15:37:36.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>Since I last wrote, I am the proud parent of a two week old son and 16 month old daughter.  It is oh so crazy around here, but even more fun than I dared hope.  Children are always a good dose of perspective and laughter.  And wondering how in the world you are going to do anything, when a shower seems like the most impossible task ever.  I am very proud for having a shower(complete with shampoo) every other day since I have been home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking back to why I started this blog, I realized that I intended to write a lot more about gardening, cooking, and "slow food", than simply being a parent.  There are lots of moms and lots of mom blogs and like them I need a creative outlet.  My personal outlet has always revolved around food, so I have decided to get back to basics.  Before the baby was born, I cooked three weeks worth of frozen dinners and put my CSA subscription on hold.  Necessary, but boy did I miss it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the spirit of MFK Fisher and Alice Waters, I will be focusing on simple and seasonal foods and recipes. Since my Martha Stewart Living magazine arrived, I have decided that the new title should be "Simple Ways to Make Your Life Much More Complicated."  See below for my recipe for spinach that almost everyone(including 16 month olds) will like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Minute Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;3 green onions&lt;br /&gt;1 lb spinach&lt;br /&gt;Zest of 1 lemon&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp balsamic vinegar&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chop and cook onions in olive oil in large pot.  Add spinach and cook until wilted, about 3 minutes.  Remove from heat and add lemon zest and vinegar.  Salt to taste.  Serve hot or cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-2568068490218481799?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/2568068490218481799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=2568068490218481799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2568068490218481799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2568068490218481799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-3490906575364183931</id><published>2009-02-20T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T09:24:16.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With an Accent</title><content type='html'>My sister moved to the UK and now has an accent.  Not exactly a British one - it is more of a cross between a New Zealand and Canadian accent - but it makes her sound more glamorous all the same.  I think when I am having one of those "lost the will to live" exhausted days, I will speak with an accent.  Maybe a French one.  Heck, my whole family just got over the stomach flu, so I will be effecting an accent at playgroup today for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we all need a little more glamour in our lives, check out one of my new favorite blogs.  &lt;a href="http://marcywrites.com"&gt; The Glamorous Life Association&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-3490906575364183931?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/3490906575364183931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=3490906575364183931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/3490906575364183931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/3490906575364183931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-accent.html' title='With an Accent'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-4144041760272335202</id><published>2009-02-12T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:20:28.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preschool</title><content type='html'>For me, one of the very wonderful things about not living in Manhattan was the low-key approach to schooling.  I say was, because apparently all of us left coast parents have decided that we aren't cool enough unless we also take a cutthroat approach to education.  Preschool - which by very definition seems to be about what kids do before they go to school, is now very competitive. It is not nearly as bad as New York, but I hear all the time about parents signing their kids up before they are even born.  At many schools, there is a 2 year waiting list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, this seems ridiculous, but in general I have a very relaxed approach to parenting and education.  Maybe it's because I was homeschooled for part of my education, but it seems to me there are many different ways for kids to learn.  Regardless, I too have jumped on the waiting list bandwagon and have found a trick to avoid getting left behind when my daughter turns 3.  What is it?  Sorry, you'll have to figure it out on your own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-4144041760272335202?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/4144041760272335202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=4144041760272335202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/4144041760272335202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/4144041760272335202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/02/preschool.html' title='Preschool'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-834142719998472747</id><published>2009-02-06T06:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T06:58:41.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Support La Dolce Mama in the 2009 StartupNation Leading Moms in Business Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.startupnation.com/leading-moms-2009/contestant/2776/index.php&gt;Support La Dolce Mama in the 2009 StartupNation Leading Moms in Business Competition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-834142719998472747?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/834142719998472747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=834142719998472747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/834142719998472747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/834142719998472747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/02/support-la-dolce-mama-in-2009.html' title='Support La Dolce Mama in the 2009 StartupNation Leading Moms in Business Competition'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-2422286522785036870</id><published>2009-02-01T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T08:34:56.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread</title><content type='html'>I made bread this morning.  Not in a bread machine, but purely from scratch.  I consider myself a pretty confident cook and baker, but bread is something I have never quite gotten.  Bread is like wine, in that "yeasty" is never a good adjective to have in the same sentence.  Although, I suppose yeasty is never a good adjective, period.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder how our grandmothers and great-grandmothers ever made bread, when I have a KitchenAid mixer and a well-functioning oven and still can't manage dough that will rise right.  Never mind that I had a sick 1 year old running around the kitchen and bringing me books to read - the challenges of a wood- burning stove or absence of stand mixers seems a greater challenge.  Perhaps I should wear an apron and affect a pioneer accent, next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, bread from scratch has gone on the list of things to perfect before I die.  It's a good thing the other items on the list like "Go skydiving" and "Get scuba certification" absolutely require technology, or I would have a long road ahead of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-2422286522785036870?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/2422286522785036870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=2422286522785036870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2422286522785036870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2422286522785036870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/02/bread.html' title='Bread'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-7063214273769852773</id><published>2009-01-31T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:34:15.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for Spring</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am nesting.  The house is as clean as it ever gets, I am compulsively labeling, painting and working my way through household chores.   I am excited about getting my garden for spring.  I love organic and home-grown vegetables and flowers, but I have to reign it in a bit.  If you like gardening, check out &lt;a href="http://www.heirloomacresseeds.com/"&gt; Heirloom Acres Seeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-7063214273769852773?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/7063214273769852773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=7063214273769852773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/7063214273769852773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/7063214273769852773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparing-for-spring.html' title='Preparing for Spring'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-6692083616567914077</id><published>2009-01-19T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T10:43:53.515-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pocket change'/><title type='text'>Change!</title><content type='html'>New years are always about change - 2009 more so than most.  As our shiny New Year's Resolutions begin to tarnish, we are still being called to better ourselves with the focus on the changes in civil rights and the presidency and without a strong economy to help us spend away our introspection.  However, with all the fog outside my window this morning, things are just a little too serious for me.   Instead, I am going to thnk about change in terms of that which is in my pockets, sofa cushions, and bottom of my purse.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 19th - Resolutions for the day - &lt;br /&gt;Clean the house and find enough change for a latte(Optimistic for Starbucks, maybe, but I haven't cleaned my office in awhile)&lt;br /&gt;Change the order of meals and have breakfast for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should take care of the gloom.  The world-changing resolutions will have to wait until tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-6692083616567914077?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/6692083616567914077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=6692083616567914077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/6692083616567914077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/6692083616567914077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/01/change.html' title='Change!'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-704470814790572342</id><published>2009-01-14T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:09:14.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Kids Under Two</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would have kids.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't particularly like them and as the oldest of a large family, I well know how much work they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life happens, however, and the decisions that I made in the past for my future stopped making sense once I got there.  Somehow along the way, two kids under two(heck under 1 1/2)  sounded like a fabulous idea.  Do I regret it?  No way.  If I ever stop moving, or even slow down, I feel that life is passing me by.  Yes, I am crazy like that.  But, oh so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today somewhere between chasing my first child, feeling the baby kick the heck out of me, and weeding the yard, it finally dawned on me  just how much "living" I will be doing very, very soon. I could freak out or I could have a mocha.  I am going for the mocha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-704470814790572342?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/704470814790572342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=704470814790572342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/704470814790572342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/704470814790572342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-kids-under-two.html' title='Two Kids Under Two'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-3058812289233444831</id><published>2008-12-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:44:53.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mialle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventures in motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La dolce Mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><title type='text'>Starbucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Starbucks has added adventure to my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think as a pregnant mother of a 1 year old with her own business, I would have enough adventure, but for me, the unexpected tends not to be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starbucks is also a great place to stick to a routine.  No matter which one you go to, you can expect the same menu and you never have to try anything new.  I usually do vary my choices - pumpkin, gingersnap, peppermint, and vanilla are all vehicles for caffeine - and once in awhile I add whipped cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the Starbucks baristas have decided that I need some excitement in my life.  The first two times, it was by adding whipped cream.  Never one to say no to whipped cream once it has been bestowed, I enjoyed every sip.  Last time, I ordered a gingersnap latte without whipped cream.  I received a pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream.  I knew it was mine because I brought my own mug.  The receipt said one thing, the note on the side of the cup said another.  I didn't notice it until I left and I do like pumpkin spice, so it wasn't a big deal.  In fact, since I didn't really care which way I got my caffeine, the surprise was kind of neat.  If this continues for sometime, I will enjoy it, but the day I get a green tea latte instead of a peppermint mocha they will be re-doing my drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1454305246781965133-3058812289233444831?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/3058812289233444831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=3058812289233444831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reflecting on the changes that have come over the past year and how thankful I am for them.  I never thought I would be thankful for the gift of staying home with my child, mostly because I never wanted to have children.  It also reminds me how thankful I am that I have had children, because they have shown me how much wonder and beauty life possesses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-3542883365492316090?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/3542883365492316090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=3542883365492316090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/3542883365492316090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/3542883365492316090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-634749333202089598</id><published>2008-09-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:56:58.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On shopping...</title><content type='html'>So last weekend, seeking a break from our endless gardening, my family and I set out to find something fun to do.  One of our favorite pre-new house activities was to go to the mall and visit Williams-Sonoma, the Apple store, Borders Books, and occasionally H&amp;amp;M.  &lt;div&gt;Alas, new houses mean new expenses, and so our shopping adventures are no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The activity we decided upon was the library.  No danger of spending money there!  The most we would part with was the $.25 in late fees that I owed.  However, my husband and I are well-trained, dutiful consumers.  Upon entering the library, we somehow noticed the library used bookstore for the first time.  Mind you, I used to work at this library and we both visit it fairly frequently, but in our rampant desire to buy something(anything!)  the used bookstore carts looked like Neiman Marcus, Bloomindales, and Macy's all dressed up for Christmas and rolled into one tiny alcove.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent $12.  We got 14 books.  A good deal certainly, but not really what we were intending.  Who knew the library could be so expensive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time we go searching for a "free " weekend activity, we are going to go for a hike.  Unless there is a gift shop, lemonade stand, or squirrel-for-hire along the way, we should be in good shape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-634749333202089598?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/634749333202089598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=634749333202089598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/634749333202089598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/634749333202089598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/09/on-shopping.html' title='On shopping...'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-7485755532344132239</id><published>2008-08-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:00:52.677-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea lions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staycation'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ladolcemama.com/crw_2855.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short vacation, I am back!  My vacation was both physical as well as mental.  I am now 11 weeks pregnant with baby #2 and the mental fog is beginning to clear.  Our family also took a trip to northern California.  It was fun, although baby #1 was teething the whole time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post begs the question, what is vacation after kids?  In many ways, I think kids bring a healthier perspective to the word.  For my birthday, a friend gave me some fizzy bath tablets from Victoria's Secret.  Over the weekend, I plan to use them and enjoy the smell of Midnight Mimosa.  My husband will watch the baby and I will use the shower for longer than 5 minutes. That is a vacation to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always loved traveling.  I have always loved being busy.   My greatest challenge in life has always been to enjoy the moment and where I am at.  With kids, I am forced to appreciate the road trip to northern California and my 30 minute bath in ways I never would have before.  We are trying to decide whether or not to go to London in December and while I do think it would be fantastic, I must admit I am almost excited about planning a whole day at the beach with my husband and baby.  For me, vacation has become more about the experience than the destination, which I think is significant.  I always envisioned that my life would be filled with world travel and yet, I was always grouchy due to time change, dehydration, you name it on the first two days of any international trip.  Now that our mobility is limited somewhat, I am able to enjoy trips both closer to home and far away from the very first day.  I also now think that the ultimate in luxury is getting to shave my legs.  It's the simple things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out a photo from our trip.  How many sea lions do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KfJHmMnWnwo/SLB6Q4WtptI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3x_0_cKZhDg/s320/CRW_2855.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237820797056034514" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-7485755532344132239?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/7485755532344132239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=7485755532344132239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/7485755532344132239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/7485755532344132239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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/_KfJHmMnWnwo/SLB6Q4WtptI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3x_0_cKZhDg/s72-c/CRW_2855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454305246781965133.post-1502923838716008216</id><published>2008-07-23T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:07:15.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dolce Mama</title><content type='html'>At long last, La Dolce Mama is open.  After lots of thought and brainstorming, I decided on La Dolce Mama over Hot Mama Nursing Supplies.  It is simpler, more sophisticated, and best of all fun!  Come check out my site for all your breastfeeding needs!&lt;div&gt;www.ladolcemama.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-1502923838716008216?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/1502923838716008216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=1502923838716008216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/1502923838716008216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/1502923838716008216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-dolce-mama.html' title='La Dolce Mama'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-5282266604786612513</id><published>2008-06-28T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:08:52.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reading List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My favorite part of the end of a school year and the beginning of the next one was a summer reading list.  I always looked forward to the recommendations with excitement.  Check out my 2008 summer reading list and feel free to add your own favorites.  I am reading these right now, so don't spoil the endings if you have already read them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Beautiful Things that Heaven Bears - Dinaw Mengetsu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat, Pray, Love - Elizabeth Gilbert (it gets better after the first 50 pages, I promise.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Power of One - Bryce Courtenay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon Appetit Magazine(the best is the essay on marshmallows by Orangette.blogspot.com 's, Molly Wizenberg)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-5282266604786612513?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/5282266604786612513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=5282266604786612513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/5282266604786612513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/5282266604786612513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-reading-list.html' title='Summer Reading List'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-4556539811354320993</id><published>2008-05-05T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T17:23:24.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Showers Bring...Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KfJHmMnWnwo/SB-k8Z1OvVI/AAAAAAAAABs/0CwuBgFQk9s/s1600-h/IMG_1805+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KfJHmMnWnwo/SB-k8Z1OvVI/AAAAAAAAABs/0CwuBgFQk9s/s320/IMG_1805+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197053852642098514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because it's spring, but lately I have been tremendously creative.  Tremendously, fantastically, overwhelmingly creative.  From baby food to gardening to triple decker fondant covered cakes, I apparently cannot be stopped from attempting to outdo myself at every turn.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The spinach was the first clue.  Last month, my daughter started solid food.  Yes, I began with rice cereal, then moved on to vegetables.  So how did I prepare this spinach?  I started by planning a week ahead; ordering an organic farm basket to be picked up at a local farmers' market.  When I received said spinach, I then proceed to wilt the spinach in a saucepan.  As if homemade organic baby food weren't enough, I went for the gourmet preparation.  A cuisinart and a saute pan later, I had three days worth of organic pureed spinach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week I gardened.  Furiously, I tore up four trash bags full of weeds at our new house, rolled the ancient ivy that lined our walls like so many fishing nets, and finally, took a trip to the nursery.  I bought lettuce and peppers, tomatoes and eggplant, melon and strawberries and I don't even know how many different types of herbs.  In the next few days, I not only planted a kitchen herb and vegetable garden, but I arranged it by the color of the foliage and the texture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next week I had the flu.  A horrible, hacking cough, can't breathe kind of flu. So what you ask did I do?  Take a nap?  No, I made a triple-decker carrot cake from scratch, covered it in fondant and fashioned it into the shape of a wine bottle in a crate.  Yes, even I think that I am certifiably nuts.  I have included a picture, just so you will know how crazy I am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have done all this to avoid what I really need to do, which is work on my website and clean the house.  Never mind that with the energy it takes to do the above and oh yeah, host a baby shower and make a cake in the shape of a ninja octopus, I could have Martha Stewart's house and have founded Amazon.com.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, dear readers, if any of you are still with me, I ask for a word of encouragement or even a kick in the pants to get back to what I really need to do.  It did make for an exciting few weeks, but as I am now a week behind in the launch of my business, I feel that this beautiful swan song of procrastination should come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless, it is your birthday and you feel like a handbag-shaped cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-4556539811354320993?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/4556539811354320993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=4556539811354320993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/4556539811354320993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/4556539811354320993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/05/april-showers-bringprocrastination.html' title='April Showers Bring...Procrastination'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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://bp0.blogger.com/_KfJHmMnWnwo/SB-k8Z1OvVI/AAAAAAAAABs/0CwuBgFQk9s/s72-c/IMG_1805+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1454305246781965133.post-2472459249493758070</id><published>2008-04-14T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:44:03.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, Haute, Heisse Mama</title><content type='html'>I am a fond of crossword puzzles.  Not that I am good at them, having never completed a puzzle without cheating, but for a few minutes at least, I enjoy the challenge.  Once a week, I pick up the Wall Street Journal and for fifteen minutes I am the smartest person I know.  Then the clues get too difficult, I run out patience, or the baby cries and the crossword is forgotten. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week I tackled the ultimate crossword puzzle.  The title: My Online Startup, Purveyor of Nursing Bras and Breastfeeding Accessories.  The clue - A catchy name for a cute mom that doesn't also happen to be a porn site.  Several hours and $100 in domain name purchases later, I found myself doing something I never thought I would do.  Baby on one knee, computer on the other, I drafted an email to the Luxembourgian owner of  a porn site.  With the memory of my college business writing professor in my head, I began.  "Dear Sir or Madam, I would like to inquire as to the price of your porn site.  I see that traffic has not been high this year, so perhaps you would be willing to sell the domain name?  Please respond at your earliest convenience.  P.S. I speak English."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just didn't seem the right approach.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why you ask did I end up emailing the Luxembourgian owner of a porn site to ask to buy his domain name?  Because like a crossword puzzle, I lost patience with the clue and decided to make the word fit.  In pen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't heard back from Mr.(or Ms. - you never know!)Gross Porn Site, but I have stuck with my original business name.  Announcing HotMamaNursingSupplies.com, HotMamaNursing.com, Mamaconleche.com, and Bebeconleche.com, but absolutely not the obvious catchy two-word name.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/1454305246781965133-2472459249493758070?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/2472459249493758070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=2472459249493758070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2472459249493758070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/2472459249493758070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/04/hot-haute-heisse-mama.html' title='Hot, Haute, Heisse Mama'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-3276095594612787368</id><published>2008-03-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T10:06:47.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acronyms</title><content type='html'>One thing I have noticed about being a mom is the tendency to mentally reduce everything to acronyms.  Stay-at-home mom becomes SAHM.  My website, HotMamaNursingSupplies.com, becomes HMNS.  My HooterHider is an HH.  Is this the influence of all the blogs I now read or because texting has become a primary form of communication(you can't talk on the phone with a screaming baby)?  Or is it just that acronyms give my poor, sleep-deprived brain more room to store information? Whatever the reason, my bb and SO and I are going on a walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-3276095594612787368?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/3276095594612787368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=3276095594612787368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/3276095594612787368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/3276095594612787368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/03/acronyms.html' title='Acronyms'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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-1454305246781965133.post-1103919732881736183</id><published>2008-03-25T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T22:10:48.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration...</title><content type='html'>comes in many forms.  Not only does candy inspire me - it can look like anything and yet is edible - but it also enables me to make it through the day.  Words also inspire me.  Sometimes it is a round of Scrabble, sometimes a crossword puzzle and sometimes just the billboard announcing a new restaurant that makes me look at life in a new way.  What is it about the word "more" for example?  One word instantly conjures up hopes and dreams, disappointment, envy and avarice.  Words and candy are the big loves of my life, after my family.  I never really understood the word "family" until I became a mom.  Hence, lollimom.  A sweet treat for the end of a long day - which for us moms is every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1454305246781965133-1103919732881736183?l=lollimom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/feeds/1103919732881736183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1454305246781965133&amp;postID=1103919732881736183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/1103919732881736183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1454305246781965133/posts/default/1103919732881736183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lollimom.blogspot.com/2008/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration...'/><author><name>michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03930205460582358745</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></feed>
