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Mommy MD Guides-Recommended Product: FunBites Food Cutter

August 7, 2012 by  
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Did you ever get something new and were delighted to discover that it worked every bit as well as well as you had hoped? That’s the experience I had with FunBites!

When I opened the box of FunBites with my sons, seven-year-old Tyler and five-year-old Austin, they were immediately drawn to the bright colors. Austin grabbed the green “Cube It” cutter that cuts food into small squares, and Tyler wanted the purple “Luv It” cutter that cuts food into heart-shaped bites. Both boys were excited to try the cutters right away, so I got out a pack of soft flour tortillas. I put the tortillas on a cutting board and showed my kids how to use the FunBites. It was easy to rock the cutter back and forth and then press down the popper top to pop out the food.

When I lifted the cutters to see the shapes, my sons literally gasped! Their tortillas had been cut into absolutely perfect cubes, hearts, and triangles!

“I give it a 100!” Tyler said. I’m pretty sure that’s on a scale of 1 to 10!

“Share?” Austin asked, as he handed me a perfect tortilla heart.

Next we experimented by cutting out whole wheat bread and red peppers. My sons gobbled up all of the perfect pieces, and then they cut extras to put in small bowls for supper.

FunBites were invented by Mommy entrepreneur Bobbie Rhoads. They’re BPA-free, which is very important to me.

After supper, I washed the FunBites in the dishwasher, and they came out good as new.

You can use FunBites for cutting cheese, pizza, omelets, turkey burgers, pancakes, sandwiches, watermelon, cantaloupe, tofu, and more. They’re perfect for picky eaters to get kids to try new things and eat healthier. Choose the “Cube It!” cutter to cut food into small squares or the “Luv It!” cutter to create heart-shaped bites. Each costs $12.99 at www.funbites.com.

Enter here for a chance to win the FunBites food cutter of your choice through the end of August.

Check our blog page in early September for our next Mommy MD Guides-Recommended (and Kid-Tested) Product review: PonyUP! Kentucky handbags!

Don’t Toss That Out

August 26, 2011 by  
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by Julie Davidson

I’m known to be organized. I despise piles of clutter and useless items. I feel that aside from a possible reality TV show, hoarding is not a good thing.

That’s why my drawer in our kitchen makes me nervous. It’s known as “Mommy’s drawer.” That’s the drawer that houses scrap paper, pens, pencils, coupons, and cell phones. Yes, every cell phone we’ve had for the last decade is in there. Even though there are a lot of unuseful, non-essential items in the drawer, I try to keep it neat. But that is usually defeated once a week when the boys scavenge through it. Generally they’re looking for snacks or batteries. Neither one is ever there.

A few days ago during their weekly drawer raid, Miles noticed a cell phone I had bought more than a year ago. I remember how cool it looked in the commercial. Was it really necessary for someone at my age to have a “cool” phone? Apparently so. Turns out it was the worst phone ever. Texting was a nightmare, and I kept butt dialing people. The same people. So after six months, I ditched it and got a new phone. And in my drawer the cool but not-so-cool phone sat until Miles noticed it the other day.

It was like he’d found gold. “Mom. This phone is so cool. Can I have it?” Those were almost the exact words I said when I saw it at the mall.

“Honey, it isn’t activated. You can’t call anyone with it.”

He wasn’t listening to me. He found the charger and was juicing it up. “Mom! It’s alive! The phone works!”

Just as he said that, Max walked in. I had about two minutes to find a phone for him before a fight erupted. I found my old Palm Pilot. I stopped using that because it was big and clunky and I had to charge it constantly.  Of course I didn’t tell Max that. Oh no. I convinced him it was just as cool as the phone Miles had found.

Turns out these gadgets were amazing. The boys spent the better part of one afternoon figuring out what still worked on them. They discovered they could use the calculator, play music and take pictures. But the mother of all wonders was the ability to videotape. They taped audio from the radio and from the TV. They taped each other, making faces, and funny noises. Their most prized video was of them rapping. I can hear the lyrics now. “My brother’s on the couch. Yeah. My brother’s on the couch. Yeah. My brother’s on the couch. And my mom’s over there.” P Diddy would be so proud.

That night when the boys were asleep, I found Miles’s phone and looked at his videos. Not like I thought his raps had gone gangster style, but I was curious to see what was on there. Mostly it was videos of his brother smiling a cheesy smile. And there were several carpet shots with audio from the radio playing in the background. They became more sophisticated as he used it more. He mastered taping his face while singing along with the radio. It was an audio diary of his day. Complete with a clip of me in the car threatening to pull the car over if their behavior didn’t straighten up. He taped that? Hmm….I must show him how to delete the not-so-good clips.

They were teaching themselves and each other about technology. They were taking care of their new found items. They were creating and sharing. Oh yes, I’m searching that drawer inside and out for anything that rings, lights up, or turns on. This may be the best recycling program yet!

What’s so Funny?

August 20, 2011 by  
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by Julie Davidson

I can’t remember when I met Megan. Our parents were close friends, so it’s likely we met when we were toddlers. But what I do remember is her laugh. She would laugh. Then I would laugh. It was that pee-in-your-pants can’t stop laughing kind of laugh.

I honestly don’t know what we laughed about, but it was always uncontrollable. I remember being in church and her parents let us sit in the pew in front of them. The laughing began and I was sure we would get kicked out of church. You know it’s gotta be good when you risk being booted out of God’s house.

I witness the same with my boys. And it doesn’t take much. Burps and passing gas are especially good to start the giggles. It’s a vicious cycle. The more they pass gas, the more they laugh which only makes them want to pass more gas. I know this is awful, but on more than one occasion my husband and I have told the boys to stop the behavior, but we can’t do it with a straight face. We start laughing too. Yes, we know it compromises our authority as parents but there are times we simply can’t help it.

The summer my mom died was the worst summer ever. I was angry and sad. I hadn’t laughed in weeks. A couple months later, I was at a friend’s wedding, and at one point I began laughing. I laughed so hard I remember my sides hurt. It was the Megan laugh. This went on for about 10 minutes, and I finally asked one of my friends what was wrong with me. “You’re having a good time. Duh.” I didn’t expect her to understand my grief, but I was so relieved to know I could laugh again.

This past weekend we were driving back from dinner, and the boys were in the back seat. They were recording themselves on the cell phone and playing it back right away. Over and over. And each time they did they laughed. I looked at my husband. His grin turned into a laugh. I thought the whole scenario was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it. There we were all of us laughing at the same time.

Grown up life can be serious. Too serious at times. Jobs, parenting, marriage, health, and financial issues. Somehow there doesn’t always seem to be a lot of humor in those things. But it wasn’t always that way. So the next time you feel like laughing, let it out. That kid giggle is in there somewhere. You’ll know when you wet your pants or get a side ache.

Scoot, Mom, Scoot

July 2, 2011 by  
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by guest blogger Julie Davidson

Remember how easy it was to lose those pounds after having babies? Yeah, me neither. But I am trying to get in shape. And though my oldest is well-meaning, it doesn’t help that he is a total believer of every commercial he sees. “Hey, Mom, look at this commercial! You can lose 10 pounds in two weeks. Is that what you need?”

So a friend from work mentioned this running program called From the Couch to 5K. I was mainly intrigued by the couch part. It’s basically a graduated running program. I’m certainly not trying to run a 5K. But I am trying to get off the couch more.

Admittedly, I was embarrassed to start running. It really isn’t a good visual. In my younger years, I had this great stride and was carefree. Now I take small steps, and I’m nervous to step on something the wrong way and twist my ankle. I imagine my neighbors watching me from inside their home and trying to describe what they see. “No honey, she’s not running. It’s more like a scoot.”

But I have been surprised by the camaraderie among runners. Sort of like Harley riders. Without the motorcycle. And without the leather gear. Okay okay. What I mean is that other runners (I mean the ones that are really running—the non-scooters) make a point to give me a nod or say hello. And whenever another runner acknowledges me all I can think is Cool! They think I’m one of them.

The other day, three women were running in my direction. They were laughing and carrying on. There I was hardly able to keep a steady breath, let alone speak. Then one of them gave me a smile and a wave. As much as I was ready to stop my run for the day, I waited till they were out of my view before I came to a halt. I didn’t want them thinking they’d wasted a wave and a hello on some second-rate runner.

The best part for me about running is that my kids want to join me. They like to ride their bikes while Mommy scoots behind them. Seeing as how I am unable to speak and run at the same time, I came up with hand signals for stop, slow down, keep going. I probably need one for “Mommy needs oxygen,” but I think they’ll figure that one out.

What’s Your New Year’s Resolution?

January 17, 2011 by  
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Well it’s got to be an interesting sign that it’s taken me until January 16 to post about my New Year’s Resolutions! Maybe it’s a sign that I’m sticking with them! Or maybe it’s a sign that I’ve been too busy to even think much about them.

In any event, I thought it could only help to write about them. This year, I’m making two resolutions. The first is that every night after we finish eating and cleaning up, we have about an hour before my kids have a snack, watch a video, and go have a bath. That hour goes by so fast! And in time, it’s become time for me to race around the house, catching up on chores or even dash in here to check email. My days go by so quickly and because I work from home I feel like I spend a lot of time with my sons, I don’t feel like I get to spend a lot of time playing with them. They might be in the room when I’m checking email, or folding laundry, or cooking dinner, but that’s hardly the same thing as playing with them. And so I resolve to take back that precious hour as family time. No chores, no email. I will engage with and play with my kids!

My second resolution involves the 10 pounds that have crept on since I lost my pregnancy weight. I admit I hardly notice them. I feel so happy with my body having had kids, and the fat must be in a clever place because I still fit into my clothes! But my scale doesn’t lie. And so my second resolution is to lose those 10 pounds, by eating better and also by actually listening to the reminders that pop up on my computer each day at 10 am to “do situps,” at 1 pm to “do pushups” and at 3 pm to “do leglifts.” (You can take the girl out of the Army, but you can’t take the Army out of the girl.)

Here’s to your health and happiness!


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