<?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-6508034286616503882</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:00:51.708-08:00</updated><category term='life with a 3 year old'/><category term='featured'/><category term='contest'/><category term='2nd wedding'/><category term='reading'/><category term='lydiaandpugs'/><category term='vegan coach'/><category term='books'/><category term='wrong sex'/><category term='3 boy mom'/><category term='do the wobble to and fro...'/><category term='oops'/><category term='kitchen helpers'/><category term='First post ever'/><category term='boys'/><category term='3 year old'/><category term='buy handmade'/><category term='laundry help'/><category term='fall'/><category term='libraries'/><category term='Age is strange'/><category term='Last day for free dribble bib contest'/><category term='rain'/><category term='beans'/><category term='mistaken identity'/><category term='Free baby bib'/><category term='Do your ears hang low'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='vegetarian black beans'/><category term='family'/><category term='Pressure Cooker Beans'/><category term='baby mary janes'/><category term='cavanjenleah'/><category term='dog cart cover'/><category term='fun'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='Winner'/><category term='Natural ant killer recipe'/><category term='life is too busy'/><category term='Child of Privilege featured in blog article'/><category term='Delicious chocolate chip cookie recipe'/><title type='text'>Child of Privilege</title><subtitle type='html'>The varied ramblings of a crazed and extremely blessed mom of 3 boys, owner/proprietor/creator/seamstress of Child of Privilege (Practical accessories for posh tots), wife of a great man, child of God, and lover of learning.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6570980748643834037</id><published>2010-05-16T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:27:27.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>To read or not to read...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="background-color: white; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;Early in my life I developed a love of reading.  I think this was greatly fostered by the fact that my mother was a reader AND we did not have a TV for much of my childhood. The library was a wonderful place full of adventure, mystery, and Elizabethan romance just waiting there for me to discover. I  worked my way through all the "classics" and countless others not considered worthy of that moniker. I would stay up late into the night voraciously finishing a book only to experience the subsequent sorrow at having to say "Goodbye" to the characters and their lives. I would envision where they were now and what happened after the book ended. I loved reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="background-color: white; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;But somewhere along my adult life, especially after I had children, I no longer had the time to devote to my old friends. Magazines and small easy-reading materials took their places - things that I could finish quickly in the 5-10 minute segments squeezed in around my kid's needs.  I didn't even realize that I had failed to impart this old love to my sons...until my oldest read "The Hobbit" for school and loved it so much that he requested and read the "Lord of the Rings" trilogy, and then the rest of Tolkien's works.  I often found him (after bedtime) sitting in bed- reading! The spark had been ignited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="background-color: white; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;My middle one has always given me trouble when I give him reading assignments. When&lt;i&gt; I&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;read to him, however, he never wants us to stop. His favorite thing to  do after we finish a book is to find and &lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; the movie. We recently completed "Children of the New Forest", scoured the &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; for the movie, joined &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; to get it, waited 2 weeks for it to arrive, and sat down with much anticipation to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;watch&lt;/span&gt; it. It was a C movie at best and slaughtered the book, which Mason incredulously pointed out throughout the entire movie. His conclusion was that the movie is never as good as the book because it forces someone &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; image of the text onto you - oh, and that we had just wasted 2 hours of our lives! Score one for books!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="background-color: white; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; Now my husband is not exactly a bibliophile (unless you count computer manuals) and we have the occasional discussion as to the importance of public libraries. His argument is that soon books will all be electronic anyway and should we be putting our tax dollars toward libraries when there is so much need elsewhere. I feel that there is something intrinsically wrong with that way of thinking, but on the other hand most of the books that Mason and I have read this year we downloaded and read on the computer. Shouldn't we be putting that money toward social programs, crime prevention, roads, etc... instead of these gorgeous buildings for people to look at free porn? Still I can't help thinking that with the demise of public libraries, something good and amazing about our society would vanish. There is just something about holding the written word in your hand, feeling the pages, reading the notes previous generations have inscribed in it, curling up in a comfy chair with it, even that musty book smell that I don't particularly care for,  that you cannot get electronically! Walking into a public library means stepping into a world where anything is possible; a place where you will be inspired, challenged, enlightened, angered, and astounded as you meet new friends and visit new worlds. All for free!! Well, assuming you return them by the due date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="background-color: white; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt; Reading books enriches our lives, expands our horizons, dispels myths, opens our minds, and entertains us in a way that television could never do. To witness my children walking into this world is an incredible thrill and has stirred that old yearning inside me - time to go make some new "friends"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(217, 234, 211);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6570980748643834037?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6570980748643834037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6570980748643834037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6570980748643834037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6570980748643834037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-read-or-not-to-read.html' title='To read or not to read...'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-5516638822698299875</id><published>2010-02-20T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:21:50.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian black beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pressure Cooker Beans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan coach'/><title type='text'>Under Pressure!</title><content type='html'>Many years ago, we bought a really cool pressure cooker at a fantastic value. It has taken up considerable pantry space ever since, as we have both been too afraid to try it out. Once in a great while I would haul it out with fresh resolve to actually use it, only to be overcome by vague childhood memories of stories of exploding kitchens and scalded cooks. Add to that the fact that I do not often cook meat and the pressure cooker has remained in pristine condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I volunteered to bring dinner for our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bible study&lt;/span&gt; group and started looking around on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; for an easy bean recipe. I discovered that people cook beans in pressure cookers and instead of taking 1-1 1/2 hours to cook, it takes 15 minutes!! Bonus!!! I found a great site &lt;a href="http://www.vegancoach.com/pressure-cooker-beans.html"&gt;http://www.vegancoach.com/pressure-cooker-beans.html&lt;/a&gt; called Vegan Coach where they have posted an instructional video on making pressure cooked beans. Watching the video gave me the confidence to actually try it and I decided to document my experience (in ridiculous detail) and share it with you!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 2px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440419034483153538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4BASYukWoI/AAAAAAAAADk/p1axYMsddSA/s400/IMG_2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah beans, the musical fruit, turns out&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4BA24kOtHI/AAAAAAAAADs/tvN5yJaLUqU/s1600-h/IMG_2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440419661505016946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4BA24kOtHI/AAAAAAAAADs/tvN5yJaLUqU/s400/IMG_2448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that a lot of that "music" is caused by not soaking the dried beans long enough. Because I live in a house with 4 naturally musical guys, I soaked mine about 17 hours (recommendation is overnight) and this is what they looked like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's 4 cups of dried turtle beans (black beans are also called turtle beans, who knew!) in enough water to really cover as they'll expand to 3 times their size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Important tip alert:&lt;/span&gt; DO NOT ADD SALT until &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; your beans are done cooking. Apparently this will toughen the skins and keep the beans from cooking properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drain and rinse the beans in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colander&lt;/span&gt; and place in the cooker with 12 cups of water. The rule is 3 cups of water to every 1 cup of dried beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4BF1WPk4VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FiIo6AdDboA/s1600-h/IMG_2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 232px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440425132669854034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4BF1WPk4VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FiIo6AdDboA/s320/IMG_2449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4CmXgzgprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JkmteY7EHHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440531272736745138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4CmXgzgprI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JkmteY7EHHQ/s200/IMG_2450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Close the lid of the cooker &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND LOCK IT&lt;/span&gt;!!! I set it to High Pressure, for 18 minutes, and - SUPER SCARY part - I pressed the start button and proceeded in an orderly fashion (if running away with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flailing&lt;/span&gt; arms is orderly) to the other side of the kitchen. Where I observed the cooker, it did nothing for quite some time until suddenly the red pressure indicator popped up! The false calm I had settled into was again replaced by apprehension. The cooker began to make all kinds of sizzling and whistling noises and then the 18 minutes of cooking actually began. It sounded like the faucet was running at full blast the whole time, so not a quiet undertaking. And, when you add in the pressure building and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-pressurizing time, actual cooking time is really about 10-15 minutes longer. Still much shorter than traditional methods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, on to the reveal...ta &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;....perfectly cooked (maybe even slightly overcooked) beans!! I added in a ton of salt and spices (unsalted beans = YUCK) and very yummy beans were enjoyed by all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4CxKW5WiSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-z1XfsKegu0/s1600-h/IMG_2465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 681px; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440543141366499618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4CxKW5WiSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-z1XfsKegu0/s400/IMG_2465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressure cooking was fun, and it appears the opportunities are endless. Pressure cooked cakes, chili, sauces, and more! Wonder if I could squeeze a turkey in there!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Appetit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-5516638822698299875?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/5516638822698299875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=5516638822698299875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/5516638822698299875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/5516638822698299875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2010/02/under-pressure.html' title='Under Pressure!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/S4BASYukWoI/AAAAAAAAADk/p1axYMsddSA/s72-c/IMG_2448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-8007124230818506961</id><published>2009-11-16T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:03:02.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buy handmade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby mary janes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cavanjenleah'/><title type='text'>Pretty as a Peacock</title><content type='html'>Our Pretty as a Peacock Baby Mary Janes are being featured in a charming blog &lt;a href="http://cavanjenleah.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiny-shoes.html"&gt;http://cavanjenleah.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiny-shoes.html&lt;/a&gt;. This is such a sweet blog created by a first time mama, in love with her little one! One of the most unexpected, yet really cool things about having an online business/presence is meeting and interacting with folks from all over the country (and a few worldwide)! For many, a major factor in their choice to buy handmade is because they know there is an actual person behind that product, putting their best effort into creating a quality, unique item. I have started buying more and more handmade items; the quality is usually superior to mass-manufactured goods, I've always sought out unique items, I know that I can contact the person who created the item if I have questions or concerns,  and I'm supporting another entreprenuer! Buy handmade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-8007124230818506961?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/8007124230818506961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=8007124230818506961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/8007124230818506961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/8007124230818506961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/11/pretty-as-peacock.html' title='Pretty as a Peacock'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6296879294185858315</id><published>2009-08-26T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:55:52.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lydiaandpugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='featured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog cart cover'/><title type='text'>Our newest creation is being featured...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SpWS-vsC3QI/AAAAAAAAADc/ful5cJ1NYNU/s1600-h/IMG_9753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374363336987303170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SpWS-vsC3QI/AAAAAAAAADc/ful5cJ1NYNU/s400/IMG_9753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our newest offering, The Privileged Pooch Dog Cart Cover, is being featured in a charming blog: &lt;a href="http://lydiaandpugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lydiaandpugs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, check it out for all things pugtastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6296879294185858315?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6296879294185858315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6296879294185858315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6296879294185858315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6296879294185858315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-newest-creation-is-being-featured.html' title='Our newest creation is being featured...'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SpWS-vsC3QI/AAAAAAAAADc/ful5cJ1NYNU/s72-c/IMG_9753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-2973361176658898261</id><published>2009-07-26T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:09:04.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitchen helpers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natural ant killer recipe'/><title type='text'>Heather's Helpful Household Hints</title><content type='html'>I do not purport to be any sort of domestic diva, but in my daily battle against 2800 sq ft/3 boys/1 dog, I have picked up a few weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #1: Laundry Mountain!! My wonderful hubby assigned himself the task of washing and drying the laundry, and then piling it up in a giant mountain on our bedroom floor (or whatever bare spot of floor he could find).&lt;br /&gt;Weapon #1: I had the husband buy a simple countertop from Home Depot and install it over the tops of our washer and dryer. I then purchased a laundry basket for each member of our family and lined them up on the countertop. Now, as he takes the laundry out of the dryer, he sorts each person's out to their basket and then (usually when the baskets are brimming over) they take their basket and fold and put away their own clothes. This isn't such a wonderful solution if your children aren't able to fold and put away their own laundry but it still helps keep things much more organized. I cannot tell you how much easier this has made the whole laundry problem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2: Constant crumbs and scraps on countertops, generated by children preparing their own breakfasts and snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Weapon #2: I actually saw this solution on Jon &amp;amp; Kate Plus Eight (before they imploded). The stores sell tiny handbroom and dustpans, so I purchased one for less than $2 and designated it for counter top use ONLY. It is also useful in transferring chopped veggies to the pan and can be easily washed with dishsoap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #3: The Dreaded White Tile Kitchen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Counter tops&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I am extremely grateful to God for our home, including our tile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counter tops&lt;/span&gt;, but they are tremendously difficult to keep clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enter Weapon #3: The semi-ugly vinyl tablecloth.&lt;/span&gt; I keep a vinyl tablecloth on our kitchen island and direct ALL food prep to the island. The tablecloth lasts through several months of cooking, cleaning, and sanitizing before it needs to be replaced. It is not the prettiest thing but has saved me HOURS of cleaning time because there are no grout lines for junk to get caught in or stain. So, until we are able to replace our tile with the quartz that we desire, the vinyl tablecloth will do. On a side note, disposable plastic tablecloths are wonderful to put down on the dining table when the kiddos are playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play dough&lt;/span&gt;, painting, coloring, etc. I will stop in to Party City a few days after a holiday and pick up a stack of disposable tablecloths for a quarter each, and let the celebration continue all year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #4: ANTS, ANTS, ANTS, I'm so sick of ANTS!! These are obnoxious little water ants who come inside in the summer and aren't considerate enough to limit their travels to the pantry, but show up in the bathrooms, bedrooms, closets. AAAHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Weapon #4: My mother gave me this recipe for Natural Ant Bait/Killer and it is a very inexpensive and natural way to get rid of them for good (at least for the season)!&lt;br /&gt;ANT KILLER RECIPE&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup Water&lt;br /&gt;10 oz Caro Syrup&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp Boric Acid (can be purchased at any drugstore, it's used for an eye wash)&lt;br /&gt;Heat over low until well blended and let cool completely. Put some drops in various places in the path of the ant trail, either directly on the surface they're on, or on pieces of paper or bottlecaps.&lt;br /&gt;IMPT NOTE: The amount of ants will greatly increase for about a day as they all come to drink, but by day two the amount will have markedly diminished, and day three should see all ants gone from the area! Apparently, the ants take the boric acid laced sugar back to their nest and the colony eats and dies, thus keeping them from returning to your home. Note, this works on ants not aunts, sorry! ;0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're able to benefit from one or more of these weapons and would love to hear about your weapons against house destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-2973361176658898261?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/2973361176658898261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=2973361176658898261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/2973361176658898261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/2973361176658898261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/07/heathers-helpful-household-hints.html' title='Heather&apos;s Helpful Household Hints'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-394393776812451294</id><published>2009-07-14T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:04:32.689-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do the wobble to and fro...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do your ears hang low'/><title type='text'>Does size matter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A new issue has recently begun to occupy some of my thought time; are bigger ears really better? Now, our culture tells us that the bigger the ears the better and I think most of us in one way or another subscribe to that notion. I myself had been endowed with fairly ample ears for most of my life and this was a non-issue to me. Now, though, the ravages of exercise and mothering 3 boys has taken it's toll and my ears just aren't what they were. Culture has gotten me thinking that my ears are now somehow inferior to the ideal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, a marvelous new world has opened to me, housing a vast array of wonderful new earrings that I could never wear before. There are SO many cute varieties of strapless earrings and they actually look cute and stay on my ears. Because of my smaller ears, the rest of me looks smaller-it's amazing how much bigger big ears can make a person look. I mean, look at Minnie Mouse and Dumbo, major porkers, right!?!  And Jessica Rabbit; HUGE ears! There's no longer any more danger of my earrings popping open at will. I am more streamlined in the pool, much less drag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, to all you folks getting ready to jump on the ear-implant bandwagon, stop and consider the wonderful advantages to keeping the ears God gave ya'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of course if my ears start to hang down to my shoulders, I might be singing a different tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-394393776812451294?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/394393776812451294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=394393776812451294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/394393776812451294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/394393776812451294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-size-matter.html' title='Does size matter?'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-8132596410993920358</id><published>2009-06-29T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:20:16.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 year old'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life with a 3 year old'/><title type='text'>3!</title><content type='html'>Oh to be 3 again!&lt;br /&gt;Life is at your fingertips, and coordination has become your friend. You believe yourself to be fully capable of making your own meals, like apple butter and ketchup sandwiches. You aren't satisfied to merely fill the bowl to the top with cereal, it must be overflowing, thereby affording you the joy of spreading it to the farthest recesses of the house. The pantry is a jungle-gym of delight, each shelf featuring yet more treasures and potential for terrific messes.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, suddenly one day you find yourself barred from this bastion of delight by a strange lock thing completely out of your reach. Oh, the agony and despair...until you remember that the fridge is not just for smearing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hand prints&lt;/span&gt; across and letting ice and water tumble down in a glorious cascade. No, it also holds untold riches! You run gleefully (yet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;stealthfully&lt;/span&gt;, you are a secret agent after all) to it and yes, it does hold wonderful things. Watermelon, as delicious to eat as it is to drop all over the floor and track into the next room. Milk and chocolate sauce, you "skillfully" combine as you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wondrously&lt;/span&gt; realize that you don't need someone else to make chocolate milk for you, and oh, the resulting puddle is perfect for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finger painting&lt;/span&gt;! And there are shelves to climb in here too! What fun, what joy, oops &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; coming, run!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the office, what fun it is to pull a paper from the bottom of the stack and watch the entire stack come fluttering down like Autumn leaves. The whiteboard markers are perfect for the tribal tats that you've been meaning to apply to your arms and face, and (if you have the time) your entire body and part of the wall. Just for good measure, you dump out a container of crayons making sure to evenly distribute them over the entire floor, and knock off a few shelves of books looking for that specific story you've been meaning to read.&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's on to the bathroom. The bathroom is almost as much fun as the kitchen, here you can unwind (the toilet paper) and relax (by squirting out the bottles of lotion and bubble bath) you can finally get to all that washing (of the aforementioned toilet paper) and read a good book (ripping out the most important pages for later reference).&lt;br /&gt;But, the best room of all: the playroom!! There, you can dump out several hundred thousand &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Legos&lt;/span&gt; in 25 seconds flat (you've been working on your speed), scale the heights of the bookshelf to bring down brother's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;airsoft&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bb's&lt;/span&gt; (these are THE most fun to sprinkle about the room), there's tub after tub, shelf after shelf, drawer after drawer to dump and comb through for the wonders they contain(ed). You are drawn out of your blissful stupor by a single question you faintly hear your Mom asking: "Who made this mess?" Your reply, "Not me!" and merrily you continue on your way.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's marvelous being 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-8132596410993920358?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/8132596410993920358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=8132596410993920358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/8132596410993920358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/8132596410993920358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/06/3.html' title='3!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6482518577848036095</id><published>2009-03-24T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:23:30.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Age is strange'/><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>I have recently been ruminating on the strange relationship our culture has with "age".  The impetus for this is the "impending" advancement in age for my youngest. From the time he turned 2 years and 7 months, people (especially his dad) have been saying that he's almost 3. So, even though his birthday is a month and half away, I feel like he's already been 3 for quite some time, thereby robbing him (and mommy!!) of getting the full, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;allotted,&lt;/span&gt; 2 year-old time.  Experience with my older sons, indicates that this will continue for several more years, after which time the child will take over the stretching of the age. This will continue until the age of 21, when it begins a slow, but escalating reversal, wherein the person gradually begins to lose years, and then decades, off their age. So, by the time they reach 80, they're saying they're 55.&lt;br /&gt;So, think about it, you could actually die younger than you are now!&lt;br /&gt;Viva la wackiness,&lt;br /&gt;36 years, 1 month, 9 days-going on 28&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6482518577848036095?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6482518577848036095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6482518577848036095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6482518577848036095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6482518577848036095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/03/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-3737536705468776709</id><published>2009-03-06T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:37:27.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Child of Privilege featured in blog article'/><title type='text'>My Etsy shop is being featured!!</title><content type='html'>I was contacted by another artisan on Etsy (who has lovely jewelry by the way, &lt;a href="http://www.kalicat.etsy.com/"&gt;http://www.kalicat.etsy.com/&lt;/a&gt;) who desired to interview me and feature me and my shop on her blog. I am very excited about the wonderful exposure and validation of my work.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out at: &lt;a href="http://honeyandsweets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://honeyandsweets.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-3737536705468776709?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/3737536705468776709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=3737536705468776709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/3737536705468776709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/3737536705468776709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-etsy-shop-is-being-featured.html' title='My Etsy shop is being featured!!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6160931109974814731</id><published>2009-02-13T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:59:39.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neatostuff</title><content type='html'>My Surf's Up Baby Mary Janes from my etsy shop are being featured on &lt;a href="http://www.neatostuff.com/2009/02/12/baby-steps/"&gt;http://www.neatostuff.com/2009/02/12/baby-steps/&lt;/a&gt; today!! I really like these sweet little shoes and am adding new fabrics and patterns all the time, I just need to make the time to photograph them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6160931109974814731?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6160931109974814731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6160931109974814731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6160931109974814731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6160931109974814731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2009/02/neatostuff.html' title='Neatostuff'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-7651532909899674136</id><published>2008-12-30T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:33:15.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 boy mom'/><title type='text'>The Wonderful World of Boys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;I am always amazed and a bit taken aback when people comment on my sons and what I call their "boyness". Being the 3 boy mom that I am, I have become accustomed to constant noise, battles, messes, strife, and fighting. I think the "boyness" increases exponentially with each new boy added to the mix; so, at 3, we've achieved a fairly high level of boyness. Delicate, fragile things don't last long around here. Every piece of furniture in our home has been put through a rigorous system of tests to insure durability and to be approved for multi-use purposes such as fort building, mountain climbing, and weapons shielding. Every single time I sweep (several times a day) or vacuum, I find Legos, BB's, and Nerf darts. Pictures on the walls are apparently ideal for target practice, when they're not using each other. Quiet times of movie watching or book reading can erupt into a sudden Kung Fu battle or break dancing war. We know the ER docs by name as well as when we can handle the wound without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;I am often caught in the cross-fire, constantly called upon to referee, and occasionally wounded by them or their weapons. Life as a boy mom is challenging, but beyond that (or in part because of it) it is immensly rewarding. Yes, they fight fiercly but they love fiercely too. They are tremendously protective of their baby brother and even more so of me. They are loyal and brave and kind. The same hands that roughly demolish my attempts at decor also tenderly administer hugs and back rubs when mom is done for. When I am injured, I instantly have three slightly sticky pairs of hands trying to hug the ouchy away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;I know that life will not be easy for them, our society is unfair to men expecting them to behave like women and then decrying them for not being "man" enough. It's socially ok for girls to bag on boys but boys are punished for reciprocating. My duty and joy is to champion my sons, raise them with a fear and love of their Savior, teach them manners, fiercly protect them, educate them, and raise them to be socially responsible MEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;I know the day is coming when I will be asked to vacate my place as #1 female in their hearts, and pray daily for the women that will take my place. Yes, life as a boymom is heartbreakingly challenging but the rewards are absolutely worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Now, I'm off to play Legos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-7651532909899674136?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/7651532909899674136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=7651532909899674136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/7651532909899674136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/7651532909899674136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonderful-world-of-boys.html' title='The Wonderful World of Boys!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-5646777252621333254</id><published>2008-12-15T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:51:05.433-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicious chocolate chip cookie recipe'/><title type='text'>Really good Chocolate Chip Cookies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok, so it's not even officially winter yet, but it's rainy and COLD (for So Cal) and very Christmassy! Time to start putting on that winter fat layer that will take all of spring to work off. To that end - here is a great recipe revision that I discovered browsing on the internet! It's a HUGE hit with my kidlets and super simple, but produces amazing cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? You take the recipe off the back of the Nestle Toll House Chocolate Chip bag and make 3 simple changes to it!&lt;br /&gt;First, melt the butter, put it in the mixing bowl, add the sugars to it, and blend for a few minutes to melt the sugars. Then, add the rest of the wet ingredients to this-but wait...you triple the amount of vanilla! Sounds like a lot of vanilla-trust me it's yummy! Continue on with the rest of the standard recipe. When you have finished mixing everything, put the dough in the fridge for about 10 minutes to chill the butter back up, spoon out in 2 TB size plops about 2 " apart and bake according to the package directions. I take them out slightly undercooked and let them sink down into chewy goodnessness! Get out the milk and enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-5646777252621333254?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/5646777252621333254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=5646777252621333254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/5646777252621333254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/5646777252621333254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-good-chocolate-chip-cookies.html' title='Really good Chocolate Chip Cookies!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-3253649407429337179</id><published>2008-11-25T23:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:46:53.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistaken identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wrong sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free baby bib'/><title type='text'>Wow-what a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ok, so my only sister has been pregnant with her first child (a girl they were naming Ivy) for the past 41 1/2 weeks. We've all been so excited, she has everything ready, and it's all pink! Being the 3 boymom that I am, I was REALLY excited at the prospect of being able to buy some frilly stuff and had already stocked her shelves with quite a few wares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;She opted for a natural home birth and yesterday started an herbal induction due to an excrutiating rash (pregnancy induced) that she had. All last night we listened for the phone in our sleep yet, ironically, I did not hear it at 5 am when she called to say her water had broken and to ask my advice. So all day my family and I have raced to the phone when it rings and been generally expectant and excited to meet Ivy Malia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;At long last, my brother-in-law calls; Ivy is here!! But...Ivy has a penis! Yep, they have a fully stocked girls room for a boy! ;) I say just shut the door and move to the next room! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;God sure does have a sense of humor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-3253649407429337179?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/3253649407429337179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=3253649407429337179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/3253649407429337179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/3253649407429337179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/11/wow-what-day.html' title='Wow-what a day!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-5930508874713547166</id><published>2008-11-25T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T10:32:58.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><title type='text'>We have a winner!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Congratulations to dawnyoung, the winner of the Dribble Bib! Thank you for your participation and comments about Autumn, I loved reading them! Dawnyoung, please contact me with details of where to send your bib!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again everyone and Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-5930508874713547166?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/5930508874713547166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=5930508874713547166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/5930508874713547166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/5930508874713547166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-have-winner.html' title='We have a winner!!!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6186418302384322412</id><published>2008-11-24T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:31:22.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last day for free dribble bib contest'/><title type='text'>The last day for our FREE Dribble Bib contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This is the last day to enter, and right now, the odds are lookin' pretty good for the folks who've entered! Contest will end at 9pm PST tonight at which time I will randomly draw a name from those who've commented on the previous post and they will win the bib!! Woohoo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Good luck and thanks for playing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6186418302384322412?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6186418302384322412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6186418302384322412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6186418302384322412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6186418302384322412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-day-for-our-free-dribble-bib.html' title='The last day for our FREE Dribble Bib contest!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-4280340642488559437</id><published>2008-11-03T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:21:42.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Free baby bib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>CONTEST!!!! Dribble bib giveaway!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;Well, I have had a slow couple of weeks with sales so I've been reading and trying to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999900;"&gt;implement all manner of advice and tips. I've been twittering and posting, blogging and lynking, stumbling and forum posting-most of the time having very little idea what I'm doing. Heck, it took me 5 months on Facebook to figure out the Find Friends feature (it's so much more fun now). I've found some great articles on Etsy and a lot of not so great articles on the web. In fact, I've been spending so much time on promotion that I haven't been doing any sewing, so now I'm faced with a mountain of sewing to be done in order to be ready for that influx of sales that is promised to finally hit me from all my promoting. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This leads me to MY BIG IDEA; I've noticed a lot of people have contests and giveaways and that looks fun, so I am going to have a contest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here's how it will work- simply post a comment to this blog answering the question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What is your favorite Autumn activity?".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The contest will run from 11/3/08-11/24/08 at which point I will randomly select a winner. What will you win you ask?!! The winner will receive this fabulous Child of Privilege Dribble Bib!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SQ-YKMUodOI/AAAAAAAAABU/DR0DqSHY8vE/s1600-h/contest+bib.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SQ-YKMUodOI/AAAAAAAAABU/DR0DqSHY8vE/s1600-h/contest+bib.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SQ-YKMUodOI/AAAAAAAAABU/DR0DqSHY8vE/s1600-h/contest+bib.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oooohhh, aaaaahhhh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SQ-bgGwif4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/72Ty2ls9XlM/s1600-h/DB-100-DO_500x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264597465291718530" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SQ-bgGwif4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/72Ty2ls9XlM/s400/DB-100-DO_500x600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Bib is Aqua dots on a cocoa background, backed with aqua cotton fabric, and topped with a coordinating vintage button. This pattern is suitable for a boy or girl! Measures approx. 8" X 11".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Good luck and here we go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-4280340642488559437?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/4280340642488559437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=4280340642488559437' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/4280340642488559437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/4280340642488559437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/11/contest-dribble-bib-giveaway.html' title='CONTEST!!!! Dribble bib giveaway!!!!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SQ-bgGwif4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/72Ty2ls9XlM/s72-c/DB-100-DO_500x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-7879472532120406695</id><published>2008-10-21T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:37:47.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life is too busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autumn'/><title type='text'>I love Fall!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fall has always been my absolute, most favorite time of the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; There's starting to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coolish&lt;/span&gt; snap to the air (interrupted by bouts of 98 degree weather).  The 15 leaves on our tiny trees have turned to a yellowish orange and look like they will drop off during the next massive wind. My kids and I have had our annual negotiations over price, type, price, and price of their Halloween costumes. I have put myself in a difficult negotiating position by creating some (in all modesty) fairly amazing costumes in the past with the unfortunate result that my kids now think that I can make anything. So, when I say that a costume is too expensive-they ask me why I can't just make it. And then I wonder, why can't I make their costumes, I do make a living (albeit a modest one) out of sewing and creating things out of fabric. The sad truth is that I am too busy and I would rather pay $27.99 + shipping (each) to have someone else do the work. The result of all this costume musing...I have been feeling more and more like our whole society is getting so busy that we're missing out on the things that matter most: relationships. We tag friends on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and feel like we've had a conversation with an old friend. We send a quick e-mail saying that we need to get together but we're ALWAYS too busy to actually do it. We want everything yesterday because we just do not have time to wait. I am guilty of this but I don't think that it's the way God intended us to live; we are meant to be in relationships and spend time with other people. My kids need me to have time to just hang out with them! So... I am committing myself (with God's help) to doing just that and I encourage you to step off that crazy train with me and let's do lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-7879472532120406695?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/7879472532120406695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=7879472532120406695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/7879472532120406695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/7879472532120406695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-fall.html' title='I love Fall!!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6805456662499030204</id><published>2008-10-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:00:53.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd wedding'/><title type='text'>Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"&gt;Well this weekend was a very busy one! My brother-in-law and his first wife got married...for the second time...24 years after the first wedding. It rained on the outside wedding, but it was a gentle, pretty rain and we were under canopies that only occasionally dumped ice-cold water down our backs. My hubby was the official photographer and did a great job for his first time, might make a good 6th job for him. ;) This weekend was full of family events and made me realize anew how blessed my kids are to have the experience of both sets of grandparents within 40 minutes and tons of Aunties, Uncles, and cousins so close. I did not have that growing up and I'm so glad they do!&lt;br /&gt;And now it's Monday, back to work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6805456662499030204?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6805456662499030204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6805456662499030204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6805456662499030204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6805456662499030204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-weekend.html' title='Busy Weekend'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-6314791553482676475</id><published>2008-10-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:08:43.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1-7th 100% Donation Item</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SOWylV1cEsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Uf1BXVvQQwQ/s1600-h/Ivys+kicks+plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SOW0n4AaTRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cw_HEyBNUO0/s1600-h/Ivys+kicks+plaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252803137539558674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SOW0n4AaTRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cw_HEyBNUO0/s400/Ivys+kicks+plaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100%&lt;/strong&gt; of the profit from these cute shoes will go to World Vision's Disaster Relief Fund!! Fit is a generous 6-12 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;You can find them in my Etsy shop:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6008233"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6008233&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-6314791553482676475?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/6314791553482676475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=6314791553482676475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6314791553482676475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/6314791553482676475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-1-7th-100-donation-item.html' title='October 1-7th 100% Donation Item'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SOW0n4AaTRI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cw_HEyBNUO0/s72-c/Ivys+kicks+plaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6508034286616503882.post-2150182194170983973</id><published>2008-10-02T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:47:04.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First post ever'/><title type='text'>First time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Well, it seems like everybody and their grandmother has a blog these days so I'm jumping off the cliff too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;As I've been trying to find more ways to promote my business, and bring in more web traffic, and do this, and that; I've been struck with how futile it all really is in light of eternity. So, to that end I felt led to make my business (and life) start to count for more than just (barely) increasing my wallet. I decided that I would pick a different charity each month and give them 20% of my total profits for that month plus 100% of a single item each week. I settled on World Vision for my first month, October, because we already have a sponsored child and I really admire all that they do. I then picked their Disaster Relief Fund because there seems to be so much need there right now. I'm really excited to see what God does this month and feel honored to be able to do my tiny part to love people for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;This week's (Oct 1-7) 100% Donation item is an Oh so Preppy pair of plaid crossover baby shoes that I designed because baby boys deserve cute things too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6508034286616503882-2150182194170983973?l=childofprivilege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/feeds/2150182194170983973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6508034286616503882&amp;postID=2150182194170983973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/2150182194170983973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6508034286616503882/posts/default/2150182194170983973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://childofprivilege.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-time.html' title='First time!'/><author><name>childofprivilege</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06618898545301552965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KO9akrzCqLY/SObK5-kZUDI/AAAAAAAAABM/LIvJ5YrPQX8/S220/new+avatar.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
