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		<title>10 Things People Do Not Know About Having Twins</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2015 18:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This &#8220;10 Things People Do Not Know About Twins&#8221; list came from two parents of newborn twins and this is their take of what it&#8217;s REALLY like. Check it out&#8230; It takes a village (parenting twins with two parents is near impossible) Non-Identical twins are two separate humans born at the same time Identical twins have to at least be the same sex (you would be surprised how many people ask us this) You cannot safely hold and console two crying babies. What is one to do? Leaving your newborn twins with your spouse for 24 hours is like a sentence to hell for them. See above. Singleton parents have no idea, logistically everything is different Singleton breastfeeding plans DO NOT APPLY, do what works for your sanity Feeding, burping, changing twins alone is a lesson in fortitude and misdirection  Sleep… Forget about it –  In the beginning someone is always crying, them or us &#160; Join the conversation! Easily contribute your story here. &#160; About the Author… This WIRL was contributed by Tim and Katherine Lewis, parents of newborn twins.  ]]></description>
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		<title>This Whole Homeschooling Thing&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2015 09:00:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sara Brennan]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[When I am passionate about something, you know it. Most of the time my friends and family will say, Calm down! as I&#8217;m talking because I get so worked up. I guess that&#8217;s the Type-A coming out in me. Anyway, I feel pretty passionately about what I&#8217;m about to say. I was a teacher for 6+ years before becoming a stay-at-home mom and I have some thoughts on this issue. And, if you start reading this and strongly disagree, I urge you to keep reading, you will be really surprised at my closing thoughts.  So, here we go. I&#8217;ve found through reading SEVERAL blogs lately that homeschooling is on the rise. Apparently, according to the National Home Education Research Institute, there are about 2.2 million home educated children in the US. This baffles me! To me, homeschooling seems so unnatural, but that&#8217;s probably because I&#8217;ve been in a classroom for years. I also don&#8217;t know who would actually want to do this? Why wouldn&#8217;t you just leave it to the professionals? I like the idea of my kids going off to school and interacting with other students and teachers! Plus, I need a break! To help you understand how I feel about this, in true teacher fashion, I&#8217;ll give you an example: I guess I can explain my way of thinking on this subject as this: Something went wrong with my electricity in my house. Sure, I could look it up on YouTube and read books to educate myself on how to fix it, but why not just hire a professional who knows what they&#8217;re doing to fix it? Why on Earth would you try to take on something like this yourself? Is the end result the same? Maybe, or maybe not? So, yeah, that may have pissed you off because you think I&#8217;m comparing your kid to an electrical problem and you to a DIY Electrician, but that&#8217;s not really what I meant. Let me explain&#8230; So, I have a Master&#8217;s Degree in Secondary Education and know the content I am qualified to teach VERY well, just ask any of my previous students (this is where my old students should scroll to the bottom and leave a comment about how I was such an AMAZING teacher). Very few people actually completely major in the subject they&#8217;re teaching; it&#8217;s rare to find someone like me. For example, most people go to school knowing they want to become a teacher and major in Education. They take classes to hone in on the area they want to teach and major in some kind of Education program. Then, as long as they can pass the Praxis text, they are good to go and they can become a qualified teacher. Not me. I majored in Biology, actually I was Pre-Pharmacy for a while, and I ended up with a BA in Biology and a Concentration in Neuroscience. Whoa, right? I MUST be smart! Well, yes, but that major wasn&#8217;t really getting me anywhere, especially since it wasn&#8217;t ideal timing for me to jump into Pharmacy School (my dad just passed away) and so my &#8220;smartness&#8221; wasn&#8217;t getting me anywhere. So, the next best thing was to go to Graduate school and get my Masters in Education, so I could teach. Still with me? I promise, this article really is about homeschooling! So anyway, I moved south and started teaching at a not-so-great school and then eventually got a job at a SUPER-great school! I was living the dream, right? No. The amount of work that was put on me as a science teacher (not to mention NEW teacher in general) was incredible. Not only did we have lesson plans due every day, but I taught 220 students! Yes, 220! And that meant that for every assignment I gave, I had to grade 220 of them! WTF! How is this even possible? On top of that, teachers are faced with parent criticisms meetings, committees, report cards, state testing, district testing, phone calls, discipline issues, differentiated lessons and children with special needs. We are asked to be innovative and we are evaluated using a very impossible difficult evaluation tool that is supposed to be objective, but is SO subjective! There were many days I left my classroom in tears or so angry that I could have exploded, but rarely was it because of the kids. It was the incredible workload on my plate and that I kept being asked to do more, more, more and to be better, better, better! Aside from actually being in front of the kids and interacting with them, there was never a time when it was really that &#8220;fun&#8221;. I had very little autonomy to allow my &#8220;craft&#8221; or &#8220;art&#8221; as an individual to shine through. A robot could easily do the job of a public school teacher, on some accounts, because there are so many checklists and systems we are forced to follow&#8230;it has very little to do with how &#8220;good&#8221; a teacher is anymore, it&#8217;s more about how well can they &#8220;play the game&#8221;. So, my biggest question, concern, rant, whatever this is about the homeschooling thing is not that it&#8217;s not a good choice or that I don&#8217;t agree with it, but rather, how the hell can a mom of 6 homeschool her kids with 6 different curriculums and do it just as well as someone who knows the ins-and-outs of education and is a master at the content they teach? At first, my personal thought was that homeschooling can&#8217;t be done as effectively as in a classroom. Learning in a classroom setting not only teaches the kids the content, but it also teaches them empathy, social skills, and discipline. There are definitely some children who I have taught that would have done SO much better in a different setting, the classroom just wasn&#8217;t right for them, but for the most part, school is a great experience for kids. They get to play sports, learn classroom etiquette, develop a rapport with adults OTHER than their parents, and they get to make lifelong friendships. Aside from my personal thoughts about homeschooling vs. public schooling, I&#8217;d also like to point the finger at the public education system. Earlier I asked, &#8220;How the hell can a mom of 6 homeschool her kids with 6 different curriculums and do it just as well as someone who knows the ins-and-outs of education and is a master at the content they teach?&#8221; It wasn&#8217;t a jab at those moms and dad&#8217;s homeschooling their kids, but rather a serious &#8220;How the hell do you do this?&#8221; and &#8220;Why does it have to be so difficult to just teach one curriculum in a public setting?&#8221; Ask a public school teacher, especially a middle or high school teacher, to teach more than two subjects and they&#8217;ll flip! Why, because it&#8217;s SO hard to manage just ONE! And then you&#8217;re going to ask us to completely learn a whole other subject area? NO F&#8217;ING WAY! It&#8217;s seemingly impossible to be knowledgeable enough or capable to teach and manage this many lessons, assignments, and students and it causes teachers to spread themselves too thin and get burnt out. Plus, needless to say, it&#8217;s not in their pay grade. But people do it, and they do it well, but rarely do you EVER seeing a public school secondary education teacher instructing more than two curriculums. And then we go back to the homeschooling parent, who is apparently managing and facilitating several different lessons per day, across several different curriculums, and you&#8217;re telling me this is as effective? I don&#8217;t know, that&#8217;s a hard pill for me to swallow. So when you look at the data from homeschooled children from the National Home Education Research Institute you&#8217;ll (be shocked to) find the following: The home-educated typically score 15 to 30 percentile points above public-school students on standardized academic achievement tests. (The public school average is the 50th percentile; scores range from 1 to 99.) Homeschool students score above average on achievement tests regardless of their parents’ level of formal education or their family’s household income. Whether homeschool parents were ever certified teachers is not related to their children’s academic achievement.  Degree of state control and regulation of homeschooling is not related to academic achievement.  Home-educated students typically score above average on the SAT and ACT tests that colleges consider for admissions. Homeschool students are increasingly being actively recruited by colleges &#160; WHAAAT? It actually works? Assuming that the data is unbiased, this is insane to me! It ACTUALLY works. So, maybe this is the time I&#8217;m supposed to say, Yay, go homeschooling kids and parents!, but I&#8217;m not going to say that just yet. I will tip my hat and congratulate you homeschooling folks; I know it&#8217;s not easy, in fact, it&#8217;s incredibly hard! However, I think we need to use this information to reconsider how we go about public education&#8230;if something else is working, I don&#8217;t think we should argue it and put it down, we should take a look and see what they&#8217;re (homeschooling parents) doing and why what we&#8217;re (public schools) doing isn&#8217;t as effective.  So, I said my closing remarks may surprise you, didn&#8217;t I? Here they are: I&#8217;m not going to take one side or the other, but I am going to point this out: I don&#8217;t think all the extra shit public school teachers are asked to do is helping. I think we need to get back to the basics and just let our teachers teach. Moms and Dads, who may not know shit about the content their teaching (no offense), are doing it successfully! They take the time to learn the content and help their kids in the best way they can and they are SUCCESSFUL, regardless of their economic status, demographics, or background&#8230;and we all know this is NOT the case for public schools.  I guess I just think teaching at a public school does not have to be as hard as we (the system) make it. I&#8217;ve said this during my whole career as an educator, Just let them teach! The data, the methodology, the evaluations, the paperwork, the meetings, and the initiatives aren&#8217;t helping &#8211; they&#8217;re taking away from planning time and hindering us from being able to create really impactful, effective lessons. If a mom of 6 can teach each of her children the same things I would (while in her pajamas) and do it just as effectively or better, then there is something REALLY wrong with our system. Don&#8217;t you agree? And let me just finish by saying Thank you to every teacher out there, who is doing the best they can, because it&#8217;s SO hard. Aside from being a parent, it&#8217;s the hardest job I&#8217;ve ever had. Keep working hard public, private and homeschool teachers. Keep putting in the time because it&#8217;s working and no matter what anyone tells you, you ARE making a difference. I guess it doesn&#8217;t matter who is teaching what or where, what really matters is that the child is getting the best education possible. Right? That&#8217;s my two cents and I guess that&#8217;s also why I&#8217;m no longer a public school teacher (lol). &#160;]]></description>
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		<title>W.I.R.L. To Come From An Abusive Childhood&#8230; Growing as an Adult</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2015 09:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicole Coulter]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hi all! I&#8217;m Nicole. I&#8217;ve contemplated for days and weeks just how I would write my story. I&#8217;ve felt guilty and convinced myself how wrong it could be telling the world about the ugly life I lived. It wasn&#8217;t until today, that I realized my story may help someone, including myself, as I begin my long journey of letting go. I hope you can too. I wasn&#8217;t even sure how I would begin, so I&#8217;ll start with a simple hello and I hope you appreciate how hard this is for me and try to understand what it&#8217;s really like &#8230; I grew up in a small loving town, but nobody knew just how ugly my life really was. Everyone from Corry, Pennsylvania is nice and caring&#8230; everyone but my family. A family that is filled with greed..gossip..drama and anger. Note how I mention my family, not me, and by family I mean my parents. I come from a family that consists of my two brothers and a step sister, my father and a step mother who I now refuse to associate with the word Mother. I don&#8217;t know much about my real mother as nobody has ever taken the time to tell me anything positive about her. I have heard stories of her being a drug addict and many other things that may or may not be true. One thing I am certain of is that she abandoned me and my siblings. I also learned in my later teens she has a major problem with Heroine. The stories I heard never amounted to much as my parents lied and betrayed a lot, and of course they were addicted to drama and telling untruthful stories to those who would listen. I don&#8217;t have many happy memories but a few. To be honest I would say I have a single, solitary happy memory, but not two. The memories I hold within my heart are ugly and sad. When I was young I remember my dad bringing this women home, he told my brothers and I he was getting married. The moment I met her I knew, even then, something was terribly wrong and at a very young age I learned what that &#8220;something&#8221; was. I remember instantly how scared I was of her. She looked scary to me. There was a time I convinced myself that she was the spawn of Satan. I have no idea what the devil looked like, but I was convinced it was her. My father worked a lot and we were left home with her. She forced us to call her mom. I was young and I wanted that. I recall being scared to death of her voice, even when she would yell dinner time!  I knew if I didn&#8217;t come fast enough I wouldn&#8217;t be allowed to eat and if I came too fast, I was running in the house and that was forbidden. Her voice was never soft or gentle and there wasn&#8217;t a time I remember not trembling inside when she would speak. She enjoyed yelling a lot. Words that a child should never hear. And yelling turned in to pulling&#8230;pulling turned in to smacking&#8230; kicking and so on. I was a very emotional child and cried when someone looked at me, I was in fear constantly. If we didn&#8217;t put our shoes away in our room, if we were too loud, didn&#8217;t brush our teeth&#8230;our step mother would show us. Often times that was throwing a shoe at us, or making us eat soap. The list goes on. My life was comparable to what I imagine hell is like. Over the years I started forgetting a lot of my life, I had to hide it, even now I have to skip to certain parts&#8230; AS A TEEN: The majority of my memories begin here. In 5th grade I recall starting my period and her making me wear my bloody underwear to school instead of using pads or tampons, because she was angry I didn&#8217;t tell her. It was the nurse at the school who gave me a box of pads. I went straight home and hid them under my bed hoping she wouldn&#8217;t find them. She would also force me to wear really big clothes because she said I was too fat for anything else. I managed somehow to still make some friends. I guess it was my personality definitely not my style, as my step mother would make sure I had none. She would cut my hair in a mullet&#8230; give me steps on the side, it was terribly embarrassing and I would constantly try to hide it. I would have to put my hair up on the bus into a pony tail hoping someone wouldn&#8217;t notice and start laughing at me. One day I forgot to take it down and she cut my hair off, the way she would my brothers. She put a bowl on my head and that&#8217;s all I had. For my brothers and I everyday was hell for us. I tried my hardest to avoid causing problems, but it seemed to follow me. I was tortured and beaten for silly things. I lost a shirt to an outfit she liked and it was picture day, so obviously I went to school with a red swollen face. Nobody ever asked or noticed. I often wonder why? This wasn&#8217;t the only day I went to school with something out of sorts and still nobody ever asked. I was raised to believe I was nothing, she stole that from me. The things I heard no child should ever hear, and I heard it daily. There was never anyone to help ease my fears. I felt like I was too young to reach for God. I talked a lot to myself and still prayed, but never really knew who I was speaking to. For some reason my family always wanted people to believe we were rich. It was her mostly, she needed to feel important. She always would always drive the flashiest cars, but nobody know the payments were never made. There was never any food in our house, at least not for us. I recall hiding raw spaghetti noodles in my closet and I would eat them when the hunger became too much. While we were starving I would later to find the stash of chips and cookies, etc. in her closet. We never dared to get caught in the cupboards or refrigerator. One time I did and the result was me standing in the corner until I was too weak to hold myself up, all the while being beating with a belt. It wasn&#8217;t until she bought a pet store that I believed this was all over. She had to let the people of Corry know she had money. Again this was not the case. I was happy and anxious because I knew she wouldn&#8217;t be home much. I was wrong. It was still just as bad, the only difference was now people believed she was some wonderful great woman. We felt we didn&#8217;t stand a chance for someone to help now. I can remember many times helping at the store, I had a fish tank hose whipped to my head and back for not knowing how to start it. The beatings never ended but it&#8217;s the words I remember and feel most. Even now. My family was even rewarded with foster children. Now she had her pick of the kids to choose from to harass. We were all eventually treated like slaves, constantly cleaning and cooking. As the number of children added up, it was easier to feel safe. We would talk about the physical abuse and confide in each other about the messy house that would result in no food. They knew they were there for money, and nobody ever came. I waited and waited and nobody came to save me. A few times people would come for inspections and end up telling my parents what the kids were saying about them. It got so bad that two of the children tried to commit suicide just so they could escape. Still nothing still was ever done. I could go on and continue to explain the abuse, the name calling, the yelling screaming. The fake personas they displayed in public, the fake life I was forced to play out. I was beaten &#8230;mentally and physically my whole life and forced to put on a smile. Those who know me that are reading this are probably in disbelief. But I realize now my skin feels warm to the touch, my eyes filled with tears. I need to get to why I really came here to tell my story: I moved out of my family&#8217;s house when I was 17. I actually finally worked up enough courage to run away. During this time I was working at Dairy Queen. One night I came home to dishes and filth all over the kitchen. I mentioned to my father that I had just worked a long shift and thought it was unfair that I was being made to wash dishes for 11 people when I wasn&#8217;t home to make any mess. I had my ear drum busted that night&#8230; he said I disrespected him. I think that was the final straw. I waited for them to leave and I packed my room up in trash bags, taking only the things I really needed, and I just left. I called my boyfriend (now husband) and told him I was leaving. He knew exactly what I had been going through and witnessed far too much of the aftermath of my home life. His dad told him to have me come to his house. Over the next few days my father in law gained temp. custody of me. I continued going to school and didn&#8217;t hear from my parents for 2 years until I graduated. My husband is the only man I have ever grown to trust in my life. My life now as a mom and a wife: I&#8217;m thirty now and have been with my husband for 16 wonderful years. I believe God rewarded my troubled life by providing me with Shane. I accept that I still have issues, I struggle constantly with lots of things. With love, self esteem and trust. I often get so defensive during a simple joke, or conversation that it causes stress in my marriage and every day life. I struggle with friendships and I struggle with being a mom. I don&#8217;t know how to not fear my children knowing how much I love them. I feel in constant pressure to be their friend. I often get sad if I feel my husband is too hard on them. I struggle daily with self image and self worth. My husband tells me daily how beautiful I am, how much he loves me&#8230; after 16 years, I still do not believe him. I cause fights and fits that I shouldn&#8217;t. I have anger and OCD issues. I don&#8217;t like to be alone. EVER! I even have a hard time trusting God to be in total control of me. The abuse is constantly in my mind and I protect myself every single day, more then I really need to. I always feel like someone is out to get me. Always. I now see the bad in everything instead of looking for the good. Finally the change I must make to live a happy humble blessed life. I understand it is a long process that counseling and medication alone won&#8217;t help me. Only I can truly help myself. 2015 requires me to work at letting go. Today I have zero contact with my Parents. I blame my father too as he failed God&#8217;s mission, he didn&#8217;t protect his children. Some things I am committed to doing in order to improve my life include: &#8211; Remind myself daily I am beautifully beautiful. I am me. I&#8217;m funny. Smart and can convince a worm it&#8217;s handsome! &#8211; Today matters. Yesterday is gone. &#8211; Divorce all the negative in my life. This includes everyone that brings me down. &#8211; Remember God loves me and that&#8217;s enough. &#8211; My family today was a gift and I&#8217;m here as a purpose and it&#8217;s my calling. &#8211; Never say things you don&#8217;t mean. Because words hurt very very much. &#8211; Be all I can be every single day. Be kind to everyone AND always make people smile. &#8211; And finally LET GO OF MY PAST, BECAUSE MY FUTURE IS NOW MY CHOICE. Nobody ever knew or saw what was happening to me. Pay close attention to each and every single person in your life. Someone may be crying out for you to notice. I love you&#8217;s should be sincere and used as often as possible. Hug your children daily and remind them they are special. Pay attention to them and never over use affection because it&#8217;s what fuels our children to adulthood. I have two beautiful children and an amazing caring hardworking husband that will always put me before his own needs. I have a wonderful life. Letting go of my history is God&#8217;s will. He would never have given me my husband and children if he didn&#8217;t think I could help them and thrive.]]></description>
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		<title>Aging Parents</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2015 18:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Diane Andriacchi]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m feeling a sense of sadness when I look around to watch some of my friends caring for their ageing parents. We all say, at one time or another, that we hope to live to be 100, but do we really mean that and do we really know what it might entail?? Many elderly are fortunate to be able to stay in fairly good health and live in their own homes independently, but some are far less fortunate and end up needing help and a place to be cared for. This means being prepared both monetarily and emotionally. I guess what I have learned from observing my many friends going through this is to be prepared for long term care and pray that God willing that they won&#8217;t need to use it! We all need to value our parents as they age, for the love and wisdom they share, and be there for them when they need us.]]></description>
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		<title>Win A Week at Camp Invention!</title>
		<link>http://www.wirlproject.com/win-a-week-at-camp-invention/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2015 20:00:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Tanha Patel]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[summer camp]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Camp Invention is celebrating 25 years and to commemorate the year, they&#8217;re giving one lucky Hulafrog subscriber a free $250 summer camp. Your kids will have the chance to be part of an entrepreneurial science and technology camp! Every summer schools across the nation open their doors to this nationally acclaimed summer enrichment day experience for children in grades 1 &#8211; 6. It is a program let by local certified educators to help unlock your child&#8217;s potential. Enter by April 9th and don’t miss the opportunity to win an awesome camp that mixes entrepreneurship, science, technology &#38; invention! Subscribe and then Share the contest with local Friends for more chances to win! For Charlotte, NC parents, enter the contest at www.hulafrog.com/charlotte-south-nc/win If you live outside Charlotte, NC check out www.hulafrog.com and find a local Hulafrog in your area to register and win! You must live in the area covered by a local Hulafrog.com &#160; &#160;]]></description>
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