tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post1412333754301586754..comments2023-11-05T04:42:14.599-07:00Comments on Rabbit In The Headlights: Roam If You Want To, Roam Around The WorldVernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13594878601026478892noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-34372507798983188012011-03-09T22:33:30.402-07:002011-03-09T22:33:30.402-07:00Sniff.Sniff.Carinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859567470814286102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-59594263068355505352011-03-04T14:56:43.680-07:002011-03-04T14:56:43.680-07:00Yeah...that reaction from your kids stings at firs...Yeah...that reaction from your kids stings at first. <br /><br />Then? You just kind of make it into a game where you are ALWAYS the winner. Because they will never stop being bothered by you showing up, and you will never get tired of the ability to make them squirm.<br /><br />It's a powerful parenting tool, is all I'm saying.talithahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05754800285030208081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-41744059888813468732011-03-04T14:36:21.780-07:002011-03-04T14:36:21.780-07:00A great post Kris. I just love the text from Sam &...A great post Kris. I just love the text from Sam "y". Good question! WHY mom?!?!?ganellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09519303711680945864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-62489370015706400642011-03-03T22:47:16.678-07:002011-03-03T22:47:16.678-07:00Are you still walking her to the bus stop? I know...Are you still walking her to the bus stop? I know, baby steps.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13176618001781734942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-1351410476925323222011-03-03T20:48:38.126-07:002011-03-03T20:48:38.126-07:00and don't worry too much, she might not apprec...and don't worry too much, she might not appreciate it now, but as a mom with grown kids, I can promise that she will. she will remember the things you did for her. And as I always tell my teenagers, I waited years for this moment when I can embarrass you like this!! Love it!Pitterle Postingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02944899733768126383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-41375972324382473592011-03-03T17:26:47.532-07:002011-03-03T17:26:47.532-07:00Love it! I hope she read every word of it and know...Love it! I hope she read every word of it and knows how much her mom loves her... not that that can erase the humiliation of a mom visit at school. But she'll forgive you...when she turns 40... LOL..anitamombanitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03705021153044549156noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-69387551749162328212011-03-03T17:07:51.059-07:002011-03-03T17:07:51.059-07:00OK, that was funny!
I'm glad to know that I...OK, that was funny!<br />I'm glad to know that I'm not the only mom on the planet to have scarred my kids for life.<br /><br />You really did that?????<br /><br />OK, those checks????? You better write out another one for the therapy.Welcome to the Garden of Eganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10132446191608085958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-26549447149228881002011-03-03T11:58:15.117-07:002011-03-03T11:58:15.117-07:00Oh. My. Hellllll. THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING I...Oh. My. Hellllll. THAT IS THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE READ IN YEARS! And I'm sorry that I just junked up your comment section with profanity. Can't be helped. The picture you painted had me at hello. You had me at hello.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01690873703374171148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-32337459430525979802011-03-03T10:27:23.021-07:002011-03-03T10:27:23.021-07:00Oh Kristy!!!!!Oh Kristy!!!!!Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17889916516714204771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-19354767169005290712011-03-03T09:15:32.284-07:002011-03-03T09:15:32.284-07:00Let's just say, Zac is really patient with his...Let's just say, Zac is really patient with his mom still growing as a mom. And I relate to that on so many levels of embarrassment.Riahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09904033619751385402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-39605361716053412232011-03-03T08:40:58.999-07:002011-03-03T08:40:58.999-07:00Kinda makes me think of US running the "Bould...Kinda makes me think of US running the "Boulder Bolder". Except, wait, I was way out in front and Jill was accepting food and drink from any random person. Yea, it's a good think are kids are cooler than we are. :)Loriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15559556280487780622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-38008329816356260842011-03-03T08:18:14.132-07:002011-03-03T08:18:14.132-07:00oh ya, and GO B-52's - appropriately this is o...oh ya, and GO B-52's - appropriately this is one of my favorite songs to run to.Stefanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17547900495157751102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-3087006130547781842011-03-03T08:17:30.863-07:002011-03-03T08:17:30.863-07:00The other day my son got knocked down during his M...The other day my son got knocked down during his Middle School Basketball game. The knee-jerk reaction (or maybe just the "jerk" reaction) was to shout out, "Oh my gosh Honey, are you hurt?" It won me a quick, but very warning look from him. The other moms laughed and teased me (then they went on to call their sons pooky bear and dumplin')-- and come to think of it, I was probably wearing a bad sweater.Stefanihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17547900495157751102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3626435726269756106.post-62564941618506182962011-03-03T06:45:47.940-07:002011-03-03T06:45:47.940-07:00I love the running analogy for your daughter's...I love the running analogy for your daughter's progress in life. Being a mom is difficult. You'll be fine (sniff), but it doesn't get easier as they age. I still want to stop and give my daughter a sip and a hug and she's thirty-one (almost.) It doesn't get easier--just different.just call me johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01241948627657510426noreply@blogger.com