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To all the Mothers


Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms out there. Thank you for keeping me a sane mommy. Thanks for sharing your mom advice, stories and hugs. Thanks for being an ear when I need to vent. Thank you for reminding me how important it is to be Mom to my boys. Thank you for reminding me that I’m not “just” a mom.

To my boys, I love you more than everything. I can imagine my life without you, but it’s a sadder, slower empty life for me now. I hope I can do my best to help you become great men. I want you to be your best selves. Become good citizens, good husbands and fathers. My promise is to help set a good example for you. I work hard at this everyday, please have patience with me as I have patience with you.


Sunday is National Sibling Day

Don’t forget your partners in crime. Sunday is National Sibling Day.



What do you mean I have big phalanges?

A couple of weeks ago I attended a baby shower. There were a gaggle of first time pregnant moms-to-be and a couple of us experienced moms. The subject of nursing came up in our conversation. The first time moms were confident that nursing would be a breeze because it’s a natural process, the pregnancy books had a small section on nursing and some had even had a nursing class at their birthing center. An experienced mom in the group said “pfft!”, then proceeded with what most nursing consultants will tell you when leave the hospital, “just keep on pumping.” She then told a story of late night pumping, no milk and exhausted cries from mom and babe. The new moms looked a little shocked and worried of nights to come.
I of course have a big mouth and decided to tell my Tale of Two Titties, so to speak. The first time I became a mom I did what everyone told me, didn’t worry about nursing, it would come naturally, but buy bottles just in case. My sons were born early and both had jaundice. This is very common, but can cause the babies to fall asleep easily and make feeding them a real issue. Nursing a sleeping baby is futile. So nurses asked me to pump to keep my milk. I pumped, and pumped and cried. I called for help and a lovely lactation consultant told me to relax and pump some more. Let me just say I was not relaxed, I was worried and blistered. The milk was not coming, the baby was sleeping and I was tired. I tried different positions, creams, teas, yoga positions, pumps, pillows, everything I could think of and eventually gave up and only nursed to give the baby comfort.
The next time I would be ready.
Baby two…
Nursed five minutes into life. Success…then jaundice set in again. Here comes the dreaded pump. I started pumping and same thing happened, pump, pump and no milk, just sore missle tits. I contacted the lactation consultant, she took one look at me and said, “oh no honey, you have big nipples.” WTF? Excuse me, I thought. She told me that the cups or phalanges that come with the pumps come in more than one size and I was using a small size. I needed extra large. She brought some big phalanges and Ta Da! Milk. I wish I knew about the different sizes when I had my first child. Why don’t they tell you these things?? I didn’t see this info in books, from other nurses or on the racks baby stores. We are not all one size fits all. Suprise, but you knew that.
Luckily, the second baby took to nursing so well that i didn’t have to pump that much. I wanted to pass along the information that could have saved me lots and lots of lanisol. The pumps have different sized phalanges ask. The nurses van get them or you can order them from the pharmacy where you get your pump. Buyer beware ;)

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Get ready for the holidays with Pampered Chef

The holidays are just around the corner. 
Are you ready? Do you have what you need?

Recipies to blow them away?


Bakeware, cookware and stoneware?

Serving dishes?

If you aren’t sure, stop by my online Pampered Chef party and check it out.
The party is on until November 14th.
 If you order during my party, It will get to you before the Christmas season.


Transient lifestyle

In Girl Scouts we had to memorize a song, it went like this: “make new friends and keep the old, one is silver and the other gold.”
It can be hard for some of us to make new friends knowing they or us might have to pick up and move sooner than later. We don’t want to get hurt, but isn’t making a new friend worth it? I have tons of friends all over the world and though it’s not like having one down the street it doesn’t make it any less sweet.
Someone told me this week that when we are born we start dying. Everyday is a gift You cant give up and retreat, just because you
Might get hurt. You might miss a great opportunity to meet someone amazing. You have to get out there and make new friends! Just like you there is another mom that just moved in or has had a good friend move. You are in the same boat. So get out there and make a friend. You might make a great difference in their life and they might in yours also. I think it’s worth the risk, don’t you?

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Well Child Care and My Sanity

by Lela Demeter

As of late, I have been having issues with well child care and my insurance company.  Without getting into too much detail, my carrier believes in a yearly cap on well child care, which I have surpassed.

Well child care is defined as “health care services provided to a healthy child or newborn” (Google Define).  Now, I am extremely fortunate to have a very healthy child.  Well child care visits are the routine visits that an infant or child makes to insure proper health (and to get vaccines).  As any parent knows, the first year of a child’s life is essentially trips to the doctor’s office, as either well child or no.  Now, some insurance carriers can choose to forgo well child care completely, cap it, or cover it. If you are part of the fortunate group of the latter, bless you.

This brings me to my point.  Why is well child care not covered or partially covered by insurance carriers? 

First, vaccines are a necessity of modern life.  Many died in order for science to create vaccines which save lives.  If people in times past had the option of a shot with possible side effects versus a hard death at the hands of smallpox or mumps, many would take the vaccines.  As many countries currently do not have access to vaccines, this is a blessing that we can count on.  Even if you are on the side of no vaccines, at least you have a choice. Many don’t.

Secondly, in reality, what costs an insurance company more?  Paying for the shot or paying for the illness?  Realistically, the insurance company will also have to pay for the therapy I will need if something catastrophic happens to my kid. 

Thirdly, the insurance companies choose to pay for Viagra and JUST RECENTLY had to start paying for birth control.  It seems as though insurers want to play Russian Roulette with health conditions.  “We won’t pay for the pill and we will pay a percentage of an unplanned pregnancy.”  Ironic, maybe. Illogical, definitely.

With the current state of health care in America today, and the additional fears of epidemics, parents must be vigilant and become the best advocate for their child’s health care as they can. It is simply not safe to assume that anyone will be as involved as a parent is.


Ins and outs of a decade

2010 past decadeI was listening to the radio today and they were discussing the things that came and went this decade. Did a whole decade pass? It had me reflecting on my decade.

Immediately I went to the losses. I’ve recently lost a good friend. I’ve lost my parents, two babies and three grandparents. Then, I thought I’d counter thawith the positives for the sake of sanity.

I’ve gained a husband, two beautiful boys, worldwide traveling experience, a new languages, new friends and a beautiful home.
Let’s not forget technology! I’ve gone from email to video chats, palms to iPhones, Mac revolution, and blogging.

Wow a lot happens in a decade. What have you noticed in your decade?


Baby's Facebook Baby Book

Late Night Chatting
Image by slolee via Flickr

by Lela Demeter

Tonight my son sleeps for the first time in his big boy bed.  Obviously pictures were taken, grandma was called, and parents looked at each other in dismay as this evening shuffled in a brave new world in bedtime parenting.  And finally, as my son slept, I updated my status in Facebook -

“My toddler is officially without borders. The crib is now a toddler bed. I will be making the sweep of his room in an hour to see where he finally curled up to go to sleep. Hopefully it will be in his bed.”

I used to be the person who hoped that when I had children I would sagely inscribe every moment, every milestone in a beautiful album that my son would lovingly reflect on when he is in his elder years, after his father and I are gone.  I thought I would be the mom like my mom is – who saved seemingly every shred of paper, every picture and most of the trophies from my childhood, even after a house fire gutted the family home (everything save my ACT scores and the diary I kept when I met my husband).  My mom has saved my wedding invitations and my son’s baby announcements.  I assumed, just like with most parenting things, I would be just like my mom.

But, my mom also didn’t get to have a personal trainer standing ready at all hours in her living room (my Nintendo Wii and EA Sports) and she didn’t have an iPod to play symphonic rock songs to her infant either. And she definitely didn’t have Facebook.

Now Facebook has come under fire from the public, mostly in regards to privacy.  But, as a mom I have found it invaluable.  I joined when my son was six months old.  And while I suffered from a short addition to Farmville and Mafia Wars, I found solace in the company that social networking brings.  The irony of feeling like part of a community while sitting alone at a computer is apparent.

The reality of my Facebook experience is that whenever my darling boy ever had an issue, whether it be teething or sneezing or any other interesting malady I felt too ashamed to call my pediatrician with (I didn’t want to be THAT mom) I would post it on Facebook.  Nothing too TMI, but just something like, “Where do I go for cheap family pictures?” or “What can I give him for a stuffy nose?” and within seconds my knowledge base, comprised of high school friends, work friends, and extended family would chime in with support and good advice.

Sharing my son’s life is also easier with Facebook.  To date I have 20 albums and three videos posted.  I try to keep the albums short and try not to put anything way too weird or personal in them, and I do exclude people who are friends but may not be interested in my little darling’s attempt to turn off the kitchen lights.  But, to be able to share photos and videos with everyone all at once makes my son’s life something I can share with more people than just a few Polaroids at Christmas can do.

I try to keep up with his baby book. I really do.  But maybe one day, my son will post a video of me with my grandkids and my far flung friends can be a part of their lives too.

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A love letter to my husband

love note
Image by p-duke via Flickr

by Lela Demeter

Dear Husband,

When we first got pregnant, I never realized that having your baby would be like setting off a nuclear explosion in our marriage.  First, we were two.  And it was awesome.  You were my best friend and everything else in between.  We liked the same music and movies and you always could get me to laugh.  We got along so well, we figured ‘why be with anybody else?’  So we got married.  We both wanted children so we figured, ‘hey we could do this.’  So then when we became three that is when life really got started.  Us became a team.

Having our son made me Superwoman.  But you are the wind underneath my cape.  Here’s why:

1) Now, I work outside the home and its because of you that I can go to work – you are taking care of getting baby to daycare.

2) Maybe you don’t see it, but when you play with the baby for five minutes so I can go to the bathroom or wash the dishes, that is priceless.

3) When I was on maternity leave, I took the midnight feedings, but when you get up in the middle of the night because I am going to work, that makes me feel like a million bucks.

4) Our son looks like you.  He smiles like you.  I love looking at the blueprint for what kind of man my boy will become.

5) You witnessed the miracle of childbirth from an angle I didn’t see.  And you still hook up with me!!

6) You are the only other person on the earth who probably has the same amount of love for our baby as I do.  And you think that when I talk about him, its really interesting.

7) You don’t care that I am wearing two day old sweats, haven’t combed my hair or even brushed my teeth on the weekend, because you haven’t either.

8) I could put the carseats in the car, but thank you for doing a good job of it.

9) I am glad we worked out our parenting strategy early.  You are the bad cop and I will be the worse cop.

10) You are the kind of dad that I am proud to brag about to my friends.

I love you.  Let’s do this kid thing again sometime.


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CNet used a quote from MotherTrekker

I’m excited that CNet used a quote from an article on MotherTrekker about the WDW Guide Application! Woo hoo!
They used my name and didn’t reference Mother Trekker, but I’m still pleased.
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