A new API on Facebook Auto Poster has been reported which is linked with better services of Facebook. Earlier, Facebook launched APIS for each Facebook ad, enabling performance marketers to manage advertisements in a best way. Beta testing of the new strategy of advertising APIS which has recently been used by Facebook involves some of the agencies throughout the world. This strategy includes referral links which help in promoting more advertisements.
When asked to post about vaccinating, I knew that I would be going into my writing mostly blind. Unlike a lot of other decisions we have made regarding Samuel (natural birth, cloth diapering, not circumcising, staying at home for the first six months to a year, and breastfeeding), I have to admit my research on vaccinating is paltry at best. I have vaguely glanced at Dr. Sears’ The Vaccine Book at my friends’ houses, and I read maybe one article on the subject.
The truth is — I didn’t put that much thought into it. In fact, I didn’t really know that there are growing numbers of parents who chose not to vaccinate — at all. There are still more who choose to put their children on delayed or selective schedules, or who insist on certain brands of vaccines as opposed to others. I hadn’t really thought much about vaccinating until my crunchy chiropractor told me (unsolicited, of course) that he hasn’t vaccinated either of his children, and he believes they are healthier for it. He even gave me some literature on the subject. I found this literature to be quite biased and rather sensational — I wish I still had it so that I could quote it here — but alas, it made its way into recycling long ago. Continue reading
My fat gold watch.
Sylvia Plath Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I’m no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind’s hand. All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons. Continue reading
1. Favorite Book: Mama, Do You Love Me? by Barbara M. Joose. Actually, this is my favorite, and I read it to Sam just about every night, so of course it’s his favorite too. It’s a beautifully illustrated book, and the bright colors and intricate designs stimulate Sam to touch the pages. It’s also not too long for his attention span (like some of the Dr. Suess books). The story is also sweet and reassuring and contains a cultural component to pique his curiosity in later years. Love it! Continue reading
If you’re already a parent, you’ve already received unsolicited advice. You may have given it too. Everybody’s an expert when it comes to raising a child — getting them to sleep, getting them to eat, when to breastfeed, when to start formula, and when to start solids. You may have gotten advice on what stroller to purchase, or someone may have told you to skip the stroller altogether and just use an Ergo carrier. Your mom may tell you to let the baby cry it out, while your mother-in-law tells you to sleep with baby in bed. Your cousin may tell you to nurse until three while your sister tells you to have an elective c-section and start formula right away. Continue reading
Tonight, I toured my second daycare since the new year began. This seems odd, since we currently have a great sitter for Sam the two days a week I’m in the office. (I found her through P and E Babysitting in DC Metro area.) But I have decided to get Sam into daycare full time around the time he turns one. He’ll be beginning to be more social at that point, and I will be returning to work full time (which for my job is not 40 hours a week; it can be more like 50 or 60). And I just can’t afford a sitter for that amount of time. Continue reading
When I first entered the online crunchy mom cybersphere (mothering.com, diaperswappers.com, car-seat.org, offbeatmama.com and many more), I didn’t know what a lot of these crazy acronyms meant. I would see them in people’s signatures: “I’m a CDing, EBFing, ERFing, BWing PT WAHM to DS1, DD1 and DD2.” (In normal speak, that’s “I’m a cloth diapering, extended breastfeeding, extended rear facing, babywearing part time work at home mom to my son and two daughters.”) Whew! That’s a lot to keep track of. I figured out most of the stuff pretty quickly, but ERF was something I had to look up.
ERF means extended rear facing — or keeping your child in a rear-facing car seat past one year old. Turns out, lotsa people don’t do this. They read on the box the car seat comes in that you can turn your kid around at one year old or twenty pounds (if he hasn’t reached twenty pounds by one year) and don’t really think further than that. Some even see forward-facing a child as a milestone — like standing up, crawling or uttering a first word. Whatever the decision may be — forward face or rear face — it is NOT milestone. A milestone is something your baby accomplishes; turning a car seat one way or another is completely controlled by YOU. Continue reading