<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784</id><updated>2011-11-05T13:07:48.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naughty Mommy</title><subtitle type='html'>Puttin&amp;#39; the T&amp;amp;A in PTA!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-1949526592950063683</id><published>2011-09-19T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:25:55.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-size: 11px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;‎18 years with JB! Guess our love is all grown up now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="mvm uiStreamAttachments clearfix" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:10}" style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;a class="uiPhotoThumb UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_MED_Image" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=275956862420475&amp;amp;set=a.142729719076524.26070.142550079094488&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf" rel="theater" ajaxify="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=275956862420475&amp;amp;set=a.142729719076524.26070.142550079094488&amp;amp;type=1&amp;amp;ref=nf&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fa6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net%2Fhphotos-ak-snc7%2F293249_275956862420475_142550079094488_1296200_7899260_n.jpg&amp;amp;theater&amp;amp;size=600%2C800" title="18 years with JB! 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I turn on my signal directing him, he gives me thumbs up. Later he says, "We're really good car communicators. I like that." I can tell by his look he thinks it's somehow romantic. Which makes me feel, well, roman&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;tic. It's ain't rocket science, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;We agree the trip was a good metaphor for marriage: two people driving two separate cars, (hopefully) to the same place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-2998504072539972688?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/2998504072539972688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/2998504072539972688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2011/02/domestic-romantical-thoughts-leading-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-3814207285449763569</id><published>2010-09-06T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:08:55.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Marriage and the Baby Carriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aolhealth.com/2010/08/24/what-they-dont-tell-you-about-marriage-kids-and-more/"&gt;What they don't tell you about love, marriage and kids&lt;/a&gt;, I will....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-3814207285449763569?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/3814207285449763569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/3814207285449763569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-marriage-and-baby-carriage.html' title='Love, Marriage and the Baby Carriage'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-4314435288337719175</id><published>2010-09-01T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:52:47.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good in Bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;I want to share some of the great conversation going on at www.goodinbed.com, COME ON OVER and join us. Logan Levkoff is just one of our many great experts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan Levkoff | Aug 16, 2010 at 9:15 PM | Reply | Report&lt;br /&gt;I think that it's important to remember that we are bombarded with hundreds of messages that inadvertentl&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;y sabotage our relationships. Think of all of our magazine stories: "Have the hottest sex ever!" "Make it like it was when you first met!" "Spice up your sex life!" Sure, it's done in an effort to help you relationships, but it makes us believe that there are clear cut ways to get back to that infatuation stage. Relationships evolve. And while you may not have the time (nor desire) to jump each other's bones every two minutes, a deeper respect and intimacy should have developed. Contrary to our tabloid and celebrity relationships, the grass isn't always greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Raykeil | Aug 18, 2010 at 1:49 AM | Reply | Report&lt;br /&gt;After 17 years of intimately knowing my husband (hey, who says one night stands never work out...) we've certainly had our ups and downs, our infatuation stages, our plain old fat stages, our boring stages and now...I have to say that our sex has grown up right along with us. When I really think about it, it wasn't that the sex was so great back in those early years (though it was acrobatic) - it was that our emotions were so heated; it was the passion that came along with the sex. And while that passion is certainly harder to find now, there is a balancing benefit of being with one person so long: all the trust and predictability allows for all kinds of fun and honest sexual exploration. So while we have to keep finding ways to renew some of the passion we've grown out of (maybe, for instance, by finding passion for a shared cause, or for raising our kids together or for lazily divvying up the Times on Sunday mornings), in the meantime we can console ourselves with great sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-4314435288337719175?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/4314435288337719175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/4314435288337719175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-in-bed.html' title='Good in Bed!'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-8691909164110101894</id><published>2010-09-01T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:49:57.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Lurve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Anniversary advice, after 17 years:&lt;br /&gt;Her: Go ahead and go to bed mad&lt;br /&gt;His: Surrender early, and often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-8691909164110101894?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8691909164110101894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8691909164110101894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/true-lurve.html' title='True Lurve'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-3080235471357536165</id><published>2010-09-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:44:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake It, Ladies</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaruNs_7okY&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-3080235471357536165?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/3080235471357536165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/3080235471357536165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/09/shake-it-ladies.html' title='Shake It, Ladies'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-7654631470317691616</id><published>2010-08-19T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:12:54.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sex Nerd Speaks! Listen Up, Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Your body flaws are proof of real beauty, or as "&lt;a href="http://www.goodinbed.com/sex_nerd/2010/08/real-things-have-scratches/"&gt;Sex Nerd" Emily Nagoski says&lt;/a&gt;, "Real things have scratches." Here's to being alive, and imperfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-7654631470317691616?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/7654631470317691616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/7654631470317691616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/08/sex-nerd-speaks-listen-up-ladies.html' title='The Sex Nerd Speaks! Listen Up, Ladies'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-154435412463210983</id><published>2010-08-18T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T01:02:39.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Here's your hot homework for the week: Bring back weekday sex. Make hump day earn it's name! For inspiration, &lt;a href="http://www.miaontop.com/2010/08/07/episode-26-five-minute-porn-star/"&gt;listen to this podcast&lt;/a&gt; on the way home from work, or instead of watching bad TV, or together, after the kids are asleep. Make Wednesday work, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-154435412463210983?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/154435412463210983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/154435412463210983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/08/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day!'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-590358727443986814</id><published>2010-08-04T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:28:26.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckling and Sex-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In honor of World Breastfeeding week, let’s talk nursing babies and nursing a happy, healthy post-baby sex life. This topic came up recently when an article published by beliefnet.com called, “&lt;a href="(http://www.beliefnet.com/Love-Family/Relationships/2006/07/Moms-Dont-Forget-To-Feed-Your-Marriages.aspx)"&gt;Moms, Don’t Forget to Feed Your Marriages,&lt;/a&gt;” started circulating, in which the author shares his thoughts on how breastfeeding can come between partners. (Breastfeeding a baby, that is, not each other…that’s for another upcoming post!). Needless to say, he got a lot of flack for it. And while I agree he deserved that flack, I do think he was (lamely) trying to express what I’ve heard from lots of dads, that they often feel left out, neglected, even like they are competing with their little one for mom’s affection. The thing is, of course, you can have those problems whether you breastfeed or not. And while breastfeeding can sometimes feel like the nail in the coffin of post baby sex, this recently-finally-done-nursing naughty mama says you sure can “feed your marriage” and still feed your baby -- with your breasts! So, for those of you breast-deep in it right now, here are a couple tips from someone who has been there:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; -- &lt;/o:p&gt;Lack of libido: Thanks, hormones. Time to boost that lost libido in lots of other ways: exercise, time for yourself, sleep, good birth control, done dishes…(&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=Heidi+Raykeil&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;ih=13_0_0_0_0_0_0_0_0_1.7_718&amp;amp;fsc=-1"&gt;I’ve got a couple books on the subject if you need more...&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; -- &lt;/o:p&gt;Breasts spraying or leaking during sex: keep a sexy bra on. This can also help if you feel overly sensitive or tender. I loved the one I splurged on from &lt;a href="http://www.bellamaterna.com/shop/"&gt;Bellamaterna&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; -- &lt;/o:p&gt;Vaginal Dryness: Did you know this is a “side effect” of nursing? So, make like a boy scout and be prepared with lots of nice lube.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; -- &lt;/o:p&gt;Mom Has Trouble Shifting Gears/Baby Interrupt-us: If you get interrupted you can consider it foreplay for the next time. Or, get the baby back down and switch settings, have a small glass of wine, a shower, get away from all things baby. And for heaven’s sake get a good monitor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; -- &lt;/o:p&gt;Baby Wakes Up and Wants to Nurse. Like, a lot: Nap whenever you can. Don’t get so you have to choose between sleep and sex, ‘cause that’s a no-brainer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-590358727443986814?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/590358727443986814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/590358727443986814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/08/suckling-and-sex-ing.html' title='Suckling and Sex-ing'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-5562113875433597505</id><published>2010-08-03T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:26:46.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake it to Make it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Join the conversation this week on Female Orgasm - &lt;a href="http://www.goodinbed.com/discuss/2010/08/all-about-the-female-orgasm/"&gt;www.goodinbed.com/discuss&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Emily Nagoski is on call this week! Log in to see my comments on the difference between faking it -- and fakin' it to make it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-5562113875433597505?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/5562113875433597505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/5562113875433597505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/08/fake-it-to-make-it.html' title='Fake it to Make it!'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-6892935224689679962</id><published>2010-07-30T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:09:11.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored in the Bedroom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;People change. Relationships change. Why should your sex life stay the same? Falling into a routine is natural, but what do you do when sexual boredom starts to settle in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: 12px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Log in and join &lt;a href="http://www.goodinbed.com/discuss/2010/07/what-do-you-do-when-the-things-start-to-get-boring-in-the-bedroom/"&gt;the discussion &lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-6892935224689679962?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/6892935224689679962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/6892935224689679962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/bored-in-bedroom.html' title='Bored in the Bedroom?'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-6613403841051481972</id><published>2010-07-26T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:49:27.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have You Done For Me Lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;So what has your body done for you this week? Here are mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept. In. Is there anything more to say than this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fresh apricots. Ate ‘em.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Neck nibbles. Salty skin. Hot sex on a cool leather couch. (Directly related to #1 since I was rested and able to stay up past little ones bedtime…)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-6613403841051481972?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/6613403841051481972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/6613403841051481972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/body-love.html' title='What Have You Done For Me Lately'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-1046287418733867227</id><published>2010-07-26T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:40:02.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to loving that body...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;You know good body image is good for sex, but did you know that &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5263250"&gt;sex is good for your body&lt;/a&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-1046287418733867227?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/1046287418733867227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/1046287418733867227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-to-loving-that-body.html' title='Back to loving that body...'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-8602184525428160843</id><published>2010-07-24T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:21:31.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Make Me Want To Have Sex</title><content type='html'>I hear from a lot of women that sex is the furthest thing from their minds. This is unfortunate, since the mind really is the biggest sex organ, and a great place to jumpstart a lost libido. This weekend, notice any sex related thoughts you have, no matter how small. The more you notice them, the more you'll think them.... To help you get started, I'll share my past week of sexy thoughts with a little breakdown I like to call: TTMMWTHS (Things That Made Me Want To Have Sex)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we go. This week's TTMMWTHS are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) The way my dress fit yesterday at a party; made it look like I actually had a bootie, and when the wind blew it up my legs I wondered who saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2.) The way the young soccer referee looked at me when I had to change shirts right next to him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3.) The smell of JB after he has been in the sun; the smell of sun on skin in August, the same month we met in 16 years ago. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4.) The show True Blood. Pretty much every episode. I know I'm late to the game with this one but damn, Team Bill! (No one tell me any spoilers, we're only on the sexond, I mean second season, lots more Bill to cum, I mean of course, come.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-8602184525428160843?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8602184525428160843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8602184525428160843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-that-make-me-want-to-have-sex.html' title='Things That Make Me Want To Have Sex'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-8686765403325380567</id><published>2010-07-21T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:02:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up, ladies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.goodinbed.com/"&gt;www.goodinbed.com&lt;/a&gt; According to a recent article in the Wall Street Journal, 83% of men enjoy sex a great deal, while only 59% of women feel the same way. That means that nearly 1 out of 2 women aren't being satisfied to "their full satisfaction." What does foreplay have to do with it? Come on by the forum and see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-8686765403325380567?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8686765403325380567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8686765403325380567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-up-ladies.html' title='What&apos;s up, ladies?'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-1317098859472708735</id><published>2010-07-20T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:04:30.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex at Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="deck" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font: normal normal bold 1.3em/1.5em georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="deck" style="margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font: normal normal bold 1.3em/1.5em georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;I do like morning sex, but I'm talking about the &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/feature/2010/06/27/sex_at_dawn_interview"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;....Are we meant to be monogamous? I haven't read the book yet, but I like anything that points out that 'happily ever after' doesn't come without a whole lotta work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"The American sense of relationships and sexuality tends to be very informed by Hollywood: It’s all about the love story. But the love story ends at the wedding and doesn't go into the 40 years that comes after that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{no idea why this is all caps. sorry for yelling}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-1317098859472708735?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.salon.com/books/feature/2010/06/27/sex_at_dawn_interview' title='Sex at Dawn'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/1317098859472708735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/1317098859472708735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sex-at-dawn.html' title='Sex at Dawn'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-191685641387047231</id><published>2010-07-19T00:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:04:50.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Better About Your Body, Feel Better in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not talking losing weight or shaving. I’m talking about loving, or at least going a little easier on, what you’ve got. What are three positive experiences your body gave you this week-end? Here are mine:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Felt the quintessential summertime sensation of sun warming my skin from above and grass tickling from underneath&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Breathed face to face with my baby, who no longer has baby breath, but still has baby skin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Raced (okay, it’s a one speed) down the street on my bike with the neighbor kid who just learned to ride without training wheels. Felt ecstatic for her, with her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent:-.25in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;font-family:Cambria;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;1.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-191685641387047231?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/191685641387047231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/191685641387047231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/feel-better-about-your-body-feel-better.html' title='Feel Better About Your Body, Feel Better in Bed'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-8876953707406492709</id><published>2010-07-19T00:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:48:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Gotta Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;For you naughty mommies with bump: "Don’t be worried ‘bout your amniocentesis, I wanna eat you up like a bag o’ recess pieces…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-8876953707406492709?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiPxXU02xOQ&amp;feature=youtu.be' title='She Gotta Bump'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8876953707406492709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/8876953707406492709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/she-gotta-bump.html' title='She Gotta Bump'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-6510404004659127878</id><published>2010-07-17T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:25:45.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice for Young Girls from the Little Mermaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;As my littlest one hits the princess phase, I'm digging Second City's "Advice for Young Girls from the Little Mermaid" -- Highlights include: "Never be comfortable in the body you've been given" and "My best feature is my voice, so I sold it for plastic surgery"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-6510404004659127878?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8xCgC3w1zs&amp;feature=player_embedded' title='Advice for Young Girls from the Little Mermaid'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/6510404004659127878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/6510404004659127878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/advice-for-young-girls-from-little.html' title='Advice for Young Girls from the Little Mermaid'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-2073949161596838915</id><published>2010-07-16T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:43:52.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good in Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Check out the fun and informative discussion going on at my co-author Ian Kerner's brand spankin' new website www.goodinbed.com. This week's topic: FOREPLAY. You know you love it. Click on 'discuss', sign in as yourself or something a little more anonymous (hungrymama123 ?) and let the questions/opinions roll. You'll f&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;ind me there, chiming in now and then, as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-2073949161596838915?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/2073949161596838915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/2073949161596838915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/good-in-bed.html' title='Good in Bed'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-2220805046299014909</id><published>2010-07-14T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T15:03:05.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebooking it</title><content type='html'>Come on by and "Like" me....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also trying to figure out how to tweet @TheNaughtyMommy.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-2220805046299014909?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Naughty-Mommy/142550079094488' title='Facebooking it'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/2220805046299014909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/2220805046299014909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/07/facebooking-it.html' title='Facebooking it'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-5699881230214659800</id><published>2010-05-19T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:01:12.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Are Sexy Too</title><content type='html'>From the Sacramento Book Review....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-5699881230214659800?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sacramentobookreview.com/mothers/19136/' title='Moms Are Sexy Too'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/5699881230214659800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/5699881230214659800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2010/05/moms-are-sexy-too.html' title='Moms Are Sexy Too'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-3240608651915721102</id><published>2009-01-30T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:44:02.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good to Go!</title><content type='html'>I'm happy to say my newest book, Love in the Time of Colic: The New Parents' Guide to Getting it on Again is finally out. You can pick it up at any local bookstore or online. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/28860607/"&gt;Here we are on the Today Show....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-3240608651915721102?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/3240608651915721102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/3240608651915721102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-to-go.html' title='Good to Go!'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-7785407733166497645</id><published>2009-01-13T20:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:51:35.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7oHX6F67PQ/SW1nHcXdWpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DsLlamfzxxg/s1600-h/colic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 347px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7oHX6F67PQ/SW1nHcXdWpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DsLlamfzxxg/s400/colic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290998514801531538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon, January 27th, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-7785407733166497645?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/7785407733166497645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/7785407733166497645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/coming-soon-january-27th-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h7oHX6F67PQ/SW1nHcXdWpI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DsLlamfzxxg/s72-c/colic.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19613784.post-5080641822461217222</id><published>2008-09-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:40:20.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;I'm happy to announce the upcoming birth of my newest baby, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love in the Time of Colic: The New Parent's Guide to Getting it on Again&lt;/span&gt;. You can pre-order on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Time-Colic-Parents-Getting/dp/0061465127/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222803272&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the Birth Story: Seven years ago, after the birth of my older daughter, Ramona, I suddenly found my once level libido was missing in action. Where once my husband and I had enjoyed fun nights of sexy naughtiness, now it was just more . . . not. Thus began an ongoing exploration of hanky panky and hokey pokey that began with an anonymous online column and ended with a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Confessions-Naughty-Mommy-Found-Libido/dp/B000T9OQPW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222803395&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;memoir&lt;/a&gt; about my bumpy path back to the bedroom. While I received great thanks and feedback on Confessions, I was also quickly bombarded with two questions: “Where’s the how-to manual?” and “When does the guy’s version come out?” Not being a guy—or a doctor (although I like to play one sometimes…)—I figured the jig was up. And then I met bestselling author and therapist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iankerner.com/"&gt;Ian Kerner, PH.D&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  Not only was he a real life sexpert and a man, but a new dad, too. And how can you go wrong with someone who writes a book called: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/She-Comes-First-Thinking-Pleasuring/dp/0060538252/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222803337&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Comes First: The Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Within weeks we started collaborating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In many ways &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colic&lt;/span&gt; is a sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Confessions&lt;/span&gt;, a natural consequence of my first book…sort of like my one-year-old daughter Mercy is a natural consequence of finding that lost libido again. And a natural way to put new challenges to again as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As parents and professionals, Ian and I are living this topic every day; we’re dimpled knee deep in it too! Happily, we’ve both learned (each respectively, thank you very much) the hard (pun) way that it really is possible to do the hokey pokey and keep up the hanky panky, or to read the children’s book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hop-Pop-Beginner-Books-R/dp/039480029X/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1222803430&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Hop on Pop&lt;/a&gt;, and then actually want to hop on pop. In our book we often reach this conclusion from very different perspectives at times, but what we both agree on is that sex matters . . . a lot. Parents can give their children everything, but nothing is a substitute for parental happiness. And in our opinion, sex is the glue that holds couples together and keeps lovers from simply becoming roommates or co-parents. It’s also the good sticky stuff that dries up if left alone for too long.  Here are some signs your love life has gotten a little stale after baby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•   The mind-blowing sex you used to have now just blows&lt;br /&gt;•    The TV is turned on more than you are&lt;br /&gt;•    You want to want sex, you just . . . don’t&lt;br /&gt;•   You’d rather go on a play-date than another bad date-&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;•   The baby gets more kisses and cuddles than you do&lt;br /&gt;•   You’re beaten down and (beating off) from always having &lt;br /&gt;to initiate sex&lt;br /&gt;•   You have a user-id like “sexydad” or “hungrymama1”&lt;br /&gt;•   Foreplay has become chore-play&lt;br /&gt;•  “Let’s get it on” are now fighting words&lt;br /&gt;•   You’d rather sleep than sleep with your partner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? Don’t panic—you don’t have to throw out the baby with the dirty bathwater. The good news is, because we’ve been there ourselves we won’t try to sell you a bill of goods we know won’t work; we both agree we can’t you a quick seven step program or promise great sex in just ten days. But by joining us, you’ve taken the first real step in making things right. You’ve started a lifelong conversation about sex and long-term love and how to keep that from becoming an oxymoron. Although we’ve purposely kept the tone of this book light and breezy and fun, the truth is, as we like to say here in Parentland, it’s not all fun and games. What we’re really asking you to do is take a good hard (hopefully!) look at yourself and your partner—to actively participate in the exercises and open this seriously sexless can of worms. Yes—It takes courage and strength to go there with us, but it’s worth it. As you read this book, you’ll learn what pitfalls to watch out for, what you can do to get sex going again, and hopefully, a little about yourself and each other that you didn’t know before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19613784-5080641822461217222?l=thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5080641822461217222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19613784&amp;postID=5080641822461217222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/5080641822461217222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19613784/posts/default/5080641822461217222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenaughtymommy.blogspot.com/2008/09/brand-new-baby.html' title='Brand New Baby...'/><author><name>The Naughty Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08108092152877578308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
