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		<title>My tip for new moms: stupidity</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Six weeks into having three kids, and I have been pleasantly surprised that things have been going relatively smoothly. The kids have adjusted well with no jealousy so far (knock on wood), I have been able to get them all out the door by 8 am since school started with not much problem, and all [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=804&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/09/02/my-tip-for-new-moms-stupidity/</link>
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		<title>Excuse me while I barf on your love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I thought we were having a moment. I was gazing into the eyes of my 3 week old, and she was looking back at me. I saw recognition in her eyes; dare I say it, maybe even love. After weeks of changing diapers and breastfeeding and holding and caressing and being with her 24/7, was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=795&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/08/20/excuse-me-while-i-barf-on-your-love/</link>
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		<title>It Was You</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was you that was inside me for 9 months it was you who kicked me in the ribs had the hiccups every day made me eat like a teenage boy for two months it was you who had me convinced you were a boy who had me doubled over with pain when you started [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=788&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/08/06/it-was-you/</link>
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		<title>Pregnancy Purgatory</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Waiting for a baby to come is a lot like preparing to go on a long trip &#8211; you know you are not going to be available for a while so you rush around trying to make sure everything is taken care of. Pay the bills, water the plants, stock the house with food, clean [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=783&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/07/14/pregnant-purgatory/</link>
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		<title>Shopping for opinions at the grocery store</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s funny the people who will talk to you when you are pregnant. And the stories they will tell you. It&#8217;s like having a huge belly is like having a new puppy &#8211; it&#8217;s an open invitation for complete strangers to come up to you. The other day at the grocery store check out line, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=780&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/07/05/shopping-for-opinions-at-the-grocery-store/</link>
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		<title>Paying it Forward at the DMV</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes it pays to be pregnant. Like when people at the DMV take pity on you, just because you&#8217;re sitting in a metal seat with your stomach practically touching the chair in front of you. Never mind that I had no kids with me and that the woman with four kids probably deserved special treatment [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=774&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/06/21/paying-it-forward-at-the-dmv/</link>
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		<title>The Husband&#8217;s Guide to Changing Kitty Litter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[With only a month to go until baby #3 arrives, I am going to relish in the one duty I have been temporarily relieved of: the dreaded task of changing the kitty litter. For those of you who don&#8217;t know, pregnant women are not supposed to get near kitty litter because there is a chance [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=769&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/06/10/the-husbands-guide-to-changing-kitty-litter/</link>
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		<title>Want to name my kid? Fork over the dough.</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The saga of Kaya&#8217;s imaginary family continues (My daughter from another mother). Her siblings now have names. Big sister Violet, big brother Johnny and dog Dukey. Her occasional baby brother does not have a name, and of course her mom and dad are just &#8216;my other mommy and daddy.&#8217; Then it hit me how she [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=766&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/05/31/want-to-name-my-kid-fork-over-the-dough/</link>
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		<title>Would you eat this if you were me?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am being overrun by two things &#8211; ants and hunger. Unfortunately, I am not hungry for ants, or else I would probably be full. There are so many of them that I have almost come to regard them as annoying roommates &#8211; you&#8217;d like for them to go, but they live here so you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=760&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/05/19/ants-2/</link>
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		<title>My daughter from another mother</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My daughter is living in an alternate universe. With an alternate family. Yup, according to Kaya, she has another family. Another mommy, daddy, and big brother, but her &#8220;other&#8221; family also includes a big sister and a dog. Fantasize much? Her other family sounds really swell. They don&#8217;t yell. They let her eat all the [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=mountainmommamusings.com&amp;blog=7543804&amp;post=756&amp;subd=mountainmommamusings&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://mountainmommamusings.com/2010/05/09/my-daughter-of-another-mother/</link>
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