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Friday, February 25, 2011
New age pacifier
The second child kind of gets the shaft on many things. We nicknamed Alex "hand-me-down Alex" at birth. He has his brothers old clothes, toys, etc. One huge advantage is he gets to play with the "big kid toys" that his brother has. As I mentioned in a previous blog my oldest did not play or have a video game system until he was 6. The "Wii one" has become an addict at the ripe age of 6. It's really sad to see the withdrawals. "Just one more minute, mommy please!" Now there is an advantage to the video games...at least sometimes for me. The older one plays, baseball, has piano lessons, dental appointments, etc. How on earth will I keep Alex busy??? When they are babies we pop a pacifier into their mouth or give them a spinning, shiny toy to play with. Well I pop my iPhone into his little hands and put headphones on him. Not a peep out of him for Andrew's entire piano lesson!!! He will make roller coasters (physics and engineering), make different colors from primary colors (art), try to navigate mazes (problem solving and thinking ahead) and launch some angry birds (archery). Who said your electronic pacifier can't be educational? Bend and double snap!
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! ?!%$
Anyone who knows me, knows I am not a big fan of video gaming. For my son's sixth birthday I said it would be ok for him to have a Wii. I thought by getting a Wii he would be more physically active while gaming. Wrong!!! There are pleanty of "suck your brain zone out" games for the Wii. Now the "Wii (wee) one" wants to play all the time. Eh em... limit set. Wii games are only allowed on weekends. Sorry dudes, no school nights. So the little one always starts asking on Tuesday "Is this day a school day?" It's the video game version of "Are we there yet?" I hear this everyday until Friday. Once Friday arrives the Wii monster is unleashed!!! He gets to play early while his brother is at school. I set a timer and let him play. The only condition is when the timer goes off, the Wii goes off. I don't care if the game is not finished or what level you are on. That's why I spent an extra Jackson on a SD card to save games. Yep, I am sure they think I don't know what that SD card does. So the timer goes off and like clockwork "Alex time to turn off the Wii." "NO NO NO!!! I am not done mommy!" I usually say it along with him because it's the same script every Friday. I have him push the power button (then I cannot be blamed for turning it off. Genius). He falls apart crying on the floor...and the Oscar goes to...Alexander!!! He begins to cry so hard he can't catch his breath. He sit's on the floor holding his knees to his chest as he cries. "Alex, I want to help you. It's time for an intervention. I love you." "I will be taking you to Wiihab. You will be in Wiihabilitation for 30 days. No video games. This does include iphones and Leapsters. If caught trying to play any gaming device you will have consequences. I am doing this because I love you."
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Made in China
This is a true story. When my oldest was four he wanted a bike. So for Christmas that year Santa brought him one. My husband and I stayed up late putting it together. Final step was to pump up the tires. The next morning Andrew woke up and was so exicted to see his new bike! My husband took him outside after he was dressed to try out his new gift. He sits on the bike and we notice the back tire is flat. My husband pumped up the tire. Minutes later flat again. My husband determined (while Andrew was looking over his shoulder) the intertube had a split seam. My husband said "Darn thing was made in China." Where on earth would we find a intertube on Christmas day??? Luckily Wallgreens was open and had the correct size for his bike. But the story does not end here...
A few months go by and I go to pick up Andrew at his school. He is now five, older and wiser. As I am signing him out, his teacher comes up to me. She says Andrew said something interesting today and upset another child. Now I am confused because she is similing, almost trying not to laugh. A little girl was talking about Santa and the North Pole. Andrew stated "Santa does not live in the North Pole anymore. He lives in China and that's where all the elves make toys." The little girl tried to argue with Andrew, but he stood his ground. In a way he is right. What toy is not made in China???
A few months go by and I go to pick up Andrew at his school. He is now five, older and wiser. As I am signing him out, his teacher comes up to me. She says Andrew said something interesting today and upset another child. Now I am confused because she is similing, almost trying not to laugh. A little girl was talking about Santa and the North Pole. Andrew stated "Santa does not live in the North Pole anymore. He lives in China and that's where all the elves make toys." The little girl tried to argue with Andrew, but he stood his ground. In a way he is right. What toy is not made in China???
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Team Mom...breathe in breathe out...
So I am team mom for the CPLL Single A Giants. Yes, it's a bit of work, but what I am finding is the "Type A" beast that has been trapped in the dungeon for the past 7 years (since #1 was born) can be freed!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!! Something I can almost control!!! Unlike everything else in my life. Oh I forgot I can control laundry. Every week like clockwork it is done. Because why...I control the machine and I know all the right buttons to press. I used to be so organized and could remember things (like yesterday evening). It's sad what happens to the "mommy brain". I referred to it as "Mommy mush brain" last week to my kids. My little one asked me today when I forgot something, "Do you have mommy mush brain again?" I said "of course I do. And there is no cure." Hopefully I am not terminal. I better sleep on my back. If I side sleep I have a vision of my "mush brain" pouring out either ear like a slurpee dispensor. Grab a cup. Left ear cola and right ear cherry.
Friday, February 18, 2011
I Tweet!!!
Hey find me on Tweeter under tifsterv. I am not sure about all this twitter stuff, but I am figuring it out! Come tweet with me!!!
Friday Sales Round-Up: President's Day Edition
Before you buy anything online, check ebates for a rebate!!! They have been sending me checks quarterly for all my discounts! Great way to save a little more! Tell them I referred you! Use my email tiffanyvierra@sbcglobal.net when you sign up in the referral section! I love ebates!!!
Friday Sales Round-Up: President's Day Edition
Friday Sales Round-Up: President's Day Edition
Thursday, February 17, 2011
$129 -- Fairmont San Jose: Massage, Facial & Scrub, Reg. $280
Here's a good one!!! I might buy this one myself!!!
$129 -- Fairmont San Jose: Massage, Facial & Scrub, Reg. $280
$129 -- Fairmont San Jose: Massage, Facial & Scrub, Reg. $280
Tifster Knows Best!!!: Coupon!
Tifster Knows Best!!!: Coupon!: "Super duper Chuck E. deal!!! http://email.chuckecheese.com/hostedemail/share.htm?h=99e5930a723233ccc47e18087eb7d4cb&CID=12948530..."
Who is Tifster???
There is no way to make this a short story. When I was young I had so many nicknames. T, Tiff, Tiff Tiff, Tiffy (which I hate), TT, T-bug, Tiffer, Tiff Bo Biff, Stiff, Moose (long story), etc. I was called Tifster a couple of times. My first job out of college was at O'Connor Hospital. For the life of me I can't remember who started the whole Tifster thing, but that's where it really stuck. Now here's why it's still here 13 years later.
I was so excited to pass my boards! I said I was going to get a personalized license plate that said "Tiff OT". OT meaning occupational therapist. Several months passed until I finally ordered and received my plates. I had a sporty Toyota Paseo (coffin on wheels. Will explain later) and proudly placed them on just before Thanksgiving, 1999. The car was paid for and my goal was to drive it until it took it's last breath.
My husband and I had just been married that September, and we were excited to spend our first Christmas together. Christmas was great and now the big year 2000 was approaching. I remember everyone was saying computers were going to shut down, airport navigation would not work, ATMs would malfunction, etc. etc. etc. On December 30 I had a job interview in Alameda (another long story). My cousin was living there at the time and we met for lunch. After, we went back to her place to watch my wedding video and look at the wedding photos. At 4:30pm I left. She warned me of traffic and I clearly remember my response "I have all night to get home. I'm not in a hurry". We said our goodbyes and off I went in my Paseo.
I was finally able to get on 880 south. I finally made it to the middle lane. I passed the Coliseum (TLC was coming) when I noticed many break lights ahead. I never made it to the speed limit and was only going about 50mph. I began to gradually slow up still in the middle lane. I saw the car in front of me stop and I stopped about a cars length (paseo length) behind him...the next sound I heard reminded me of the scene in Titanic when all the metal was bending a breaking. I was hit by an 82' olds cutlass at approximately 55 mph. This threw me into the car in front of me deploying my airbag at 225mph at my face. I was sandwiched and when I realized what had happened I screamed in pain. There was smoke in my car and I thought it was on fire (which I later found out was the airbag chemicals). I tried to open my door, but the frame was so bent, it would not open. I was able to grab my cell phone and called 911 only to hear "if you'd like to make a call...". I dropped the phone. I leaned back, as blood poured from my face, and said "I am going to die."
Oakland Fire was about 1/2 mile behind my wreck. They were coming back from a fire. They found me before getting the call. Immediately they guys got my door open and began cleaning up my face. I later found out the chemicals from the airbag continue to burn you if not cleaned off. They kept asking me the standard questions. Name, date, where were you going, etc. One guy asked me what I did for work when I told him he said "My wife's an OT". I politely told him "That's great and I would love to talk more, but could you please get me out of my car?' At this point my face was huge and my lips could no longer close. Everything I said was mumbled and painful. Oakland Fire and AMR were wonderful and I will never forget their care.
I was taken to Eden Medical Center's Trauma ED. I was quickly wheeled in and the staff immediately swarmed around me. I was in c-spine and just remember moving my eyes to navigate around to see the faces. I had 1st and 2nd degree burns on on the lower part of my face/neck, a laceration (that almost went completely through) above my lip, minor concussion, two sprained fingers, and many bruises from the airbag and seat belt. My face looked like I went a round with Tyson. After about 6 hours there, I was able to go home. Blessed...
I went to see my car about a week later. The front seat looked like a crime scene and I can still remember the smell. I was told to remove my bent up plates as my car was a total loss. We removed the plates and I looked at them and said no matter what car they are on, I will feel like they are cursed. Plus the DMV was going to charge me a lot to replace them. Forget it!
A few weeks later, I went on to purchase a new car and returned to work. Everyone was welcoming "Tifster" back. DMV had sent me some standard plates for my new car. I decided "Tifster" is back and she survived. I still have the "Tifster" plates on my car to remind me that nothing is to be taken for granted. Life is precious and one second can change everything.
Told you it was long story :)
I was so excited to pass my boards! I said I was going to get a personalized license plate that said "Tiff OT". OT meaning occupational therapist. Several months passed until I finally ordered and received my plates. I had a sporty Toyota Paseo (coffin on wheels. Will explain later) and proudly placed them on just before Thanksgiving, 1999. The car was paid for and my goal was to drive it until it took it's last breath.
My husband and I had just been married that September, and we were excited to spend our first Christmas together. Christmas was great and now the big year 2000 was approaching. I remember everyone was saying computers were going to shut down, airport navigation would not work, ATMs would malfunction, etc. etc. etc. On December 30 I had a job interview in Alameda (another long story). My cousin was living there at the time and we met for lunch. After, we went back to her place to watch my wedding video and look at the wedding photos. At 4:30pm I left. She warned me of traffic and I clearly remember my response "I have all night to get home. I'm not in a hurry". We said our goodbyes and off I went in my Paseo.
I was finally able to get on 880 south. I finally made it to the middle lane. I passed the Coliseum (TLC was coming) when I noticed many break lights ahead. I never made it to the speed limit and was only going about 50mph. I began to gradually slow up still in the middle lane. I saw the car in front of me stop and I stopped about a cars length (paseo length) behind him...the next sound I heard reminded me of the scene in Titanic when all the metal was bending a breaking. I was hit by an 82' olds cutlass at approximately 55 mph. This threw me into the car in front of me deploying my airbag at 225mph at my face. I was sandwiched and when I realized what had happened I screamed in pain. There was smoke in my car and I thought it was on fire (which I later found out was the airbag chemicals). I tried to open my door, but the frame was so bent, it would not open. I was able to grab my cell phone and called 911 only to hear "if you'd like to make a call...". I dropped the phone. I leaned back, as blood poured from my face, and said "I am going to die."
Oakland Fire was about 1/2 mile behind my wreck. They were coming back from a fire. They found me before getting the call. Immediately they guys got my door open and began cleaning up my face. I later found out the chemicals from the airbag continue to burn you if not cleaned off. They kept asking me the standard questions. Name, date, where were you going, etc. One guy asked me what I did for work when I told him he said "My wife's an OT". I politely told him "That's great and I would love to talk more, but could you please get me out of my car?' At this point my face was huge and my lips could no longer close. Everything I said was mumbled and painful. Oakland Fire and AMR were wonderful and I will never forget their care.
I was taken to Eden Medical Center's Trauma ED. I was quickly wheeled in and the staff immediately swarmed around me. I was in c-spine and just remember moving my eyes to navigate around to see the faces. I had 1st and 2nd degree burns on on the lower part of my face/neck, a laceration (that almost went completely through) above my lip, minor concussion, two sprained fingers, and many bruises from the airbag and seat belt. My face looked like I went a round with Tyson. After about 6 hours there, I was able to go home. Blessed...
I went to see my car about a week later. The front seat looked like a crime scene and I can still remember the smell. I was told to remove my bent up plates as my car was a total loss. We removed the plates and I looked at them and said no matter what car they are on, I will feel like they are cursed. Plus the DMV was going to charge me a lot to replace them. Forget it!
A few weeks later, I went on to purchase a new car and returned to work. Everyone was welcoming "Tifster" back. DMV had sent me some standard plates for my new car. I decided "Tifster" is back and she survived. I still have the "Tifster" plates on my car to remind me that nothing is to be taken for granted. Life is precious and one second can change everything.
Told you it was long story :)
The BIG first entry!!!
Finally!!! After a year of wanting to start a blog, I have done it!!! Now to find the time to type a few words here and there!!! The have many reasons for starting this blog. Here is the list:
1. I am the coupon queen! I never pay full price for anything! I plan on posting links for coupons and discounts for various things that I use regularly! I will also have links to SF Bay Area activities with discounts! I believe every little bit helps! Here are the first deals from Carters and Osh Kosh. Let me know if the links do not work.
http://image.e.oshkoshbgosh.com/lib/fef41d737c6707/m/3/OshKosh_Welcome_Email_febwk1_02.jpg?sid=cc-00hc-0206-529995-00-00-0000-021711
http://image.e.carters.com/lib/fefe1671706100/m/1/Carters_021011_email_final_29.jpg
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2. I like to call myself the "Hispanic Supernanny". I am not perfect by any means, but I have techniques and strategies to manage the most difficult behaviors. Remember, I worked with kids/ teenagers with head injuries and psych patients. I have also worked with psych patients with head injuries! Here's my first piece of advice. I believe in pointing out every little thing you child does right! Too many times parents ride their kids about all they do wrong. What does this tell the child? The only time I get attention is when I am misbehaving. If that's the only way I get it, then misbehave I must!!! I am hoping to someday consult in homes to help parents.
3. Anyone dealing with a bully at their child's school??? I don't care how old they are. Whether it's pre-school or cyberbulling in 10th grade. Research has shown most teenage bullies were bullies in elementary school or were bullied themself. It's the "if I can's beat them, join them". I will take on any school and support any family. If your school does not give you the answers you want, tell me!!! We had a horrible experience in a private school with a bully. The school made us feel like we were "rocking the boat". You know victimize the victim. I have already joined a mom to speak with a principal about bullying that was going on with her son. I SAY BRING IT!!!
4. Many of you know I am all about burn prevention. I spent eight years rehabing burn patients ages 2 days old (yes 2 days old) to 95 years old. My first piece of advice, "Make your kitchen a no play zone". I remember playing with Tupperware as a child at my mom's feet as she cooked. HUGE NO NO!!! When cooking gate off the kitchen if possible, use a play and pack, place child in highchair, etc. Teach your kids at a young age the meaning of hot. This way when they are older they will "get it". I always tell my kids (and make sure you have their attention) "the kitchen is hot" when I begin cooking. It works!!! My son at age two asked me "is the kitchen hot" before he entered. Brought tears to my eyes! I was so proud!
5. Of course I will include crazy stories about the happenings in my life!!! How could I not?!
Please pass this along to any parent!!! My goal is to reach thousands!!!
1. I am the coupon queen! I never pay full price for anything! I plan on posting links for coupons and discounts for various things that I use regularly! I will also have links to SF Bay Area activities with discounts! I believe every little bit helps! Here are the first deals from Carters and Osh Kosh. Let me know if the links do not work.
http://image.e.oshkoshbgosh.com/lib/fef41d737c6707/m/3/OshKosh_Welcome_Email_febwk1_02.jpg?sid=cc-00hc-0206-529995-00-00-0000-021711
http://image.e.carters.com/lib/fefe1671706100/m/1/Carters_021011_email_final_29.jpg
http://i54.tinypic.com/2qlcxlw.jpg
2. I like to call myself the "Hispanic Supernanny". I am not perfect by any means, but I have techniques and strategies to manage the most difficult behaviors. Remember, I worked with kids/ teenagers with head injuries and psych patients. I have also worked with psych patients with head injuries! Here's my first piece of advice. I believe in pointing out every little thing you child does right! Too many times parents ride their kids about all they do wrong. What does this tell the child? The only time I get attention is when I am misbehaving. If that's the only way I get it, then misbehave I must!!! I am hoping to someday consult in homes to help parents.
3. Anyone dealing with a bully at their child's school??? I don't care how old they are. Whether it's pre-school or cyberbulling in 10th grade. Research has shown most teenage bullies were bullies in elementary school or were bullied themself. It's the "if I can's beat them, join them". I will take on any school and support any family. If your school does not give you the answers you want, tell me!!! We had a horrible experience in a private school with a bully. The school made us feel like we were "rocking the boat". You know victimize the victim. I have already joined a mom to speak with a principal about bullying that was going on with her son. I SAY BRING IT!!!
4. Many of you know I am all about burn prevention. I spent eight years rehabing burn patients ages 2 days old (yes 2 days old) to 95 years old. My first piece of advice, "Make your kitchen a no play zone". I remember playing with Tupperware as a child at my mom's feet as she cooked. HUGE NO NO!!! When cooking gate off the kitchen if possible, use a play and pack, place child in highchair, etc. Teach your kids at a young age the meaning of hot. This way when they are older they will "get it". I always tell my kids (and make sure you have their attention) "the kitchen is hot" when I begin cooking. It works!!! My son at age two asked me "is the kitchen hot" before he entered. Brought tears to my eyes! I was so proud!
5. Of course I will include crazy stories about the happenings in my life!!! How could I not?!
Please pass this along to any parent!!! My goal is to reach thousands!!!
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