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My name is Mona. My home in Seattle is filled with my two-month-old baby boy, four-year-old son and much older husband. As a full-time working mom of busy kids, a lot of good nutritional and fitness choices I make start with a glass of water. Since having my baby, I have had to reprogram my habits to increase my health and energy levels. It’s surprising what kids can do to you!

Thanks to Blogher and Crystal Light the next few weeks, I’m going to be writing about how water affects my life and how it keeps me recharged and hydrated in my ever-demanding life.

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“So, when asked, how do I stay hydrated and fresh in the summer heat, I turn water into an appendage. Not like I’ve replaced my hands and now plastic bottles stick out of my shirt sleeves because that would really throw off a first impression.”

My son is the pool’s biggest advocate, its greatest and loudest cheerleader. When we drive by the park and the parks crew has finally filled up the wading pool for the season, I can see him press his face to the window as he blares, “THE POOL! THE POOL!” Like I wasn’t also waiting for this glorious moment when he is no longer held captive inside the house because of rain and clouds and let loose.

After groaning and pouting for a bit, I sought for the happy way out of an understandably annoying situation. I could spend some more time with my son, I could turn on the radio and enjoy the time together. It was an attitude adjustment that transformed an impromptu run to my son’s daycare into a chance to belt out 80s tunes with a four-year-old. Have you seen a kid try to sing “Forever Young?” That’s a definite mood-lifter.

I’m not an 18-year-old college freshman with the energy level and foolishness to pull all-nighters. Back then my classes didn’t start until 10 and the dress code was welcoming to sweatpants and the t-shirt I slept in. My job requires that I arrive at a certain time and while and a dress code isnt explicitly stated, I’m sure my excuse that, “I woke up late and that’s why I’m wearing a grease-stained shirt,” wouldn’t fly.