tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post112545832638870531..comments2024-03-14T00:16:32.077-07:00Comments on 50 Books: ETC: Did You Happen to See the Most Crabby Baby in the World?Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1126456525475518642005-09-11T09:35:00.000-07:002005-09-11T09:35:00.000-07:00I love blog fame. It's like regular fame except wi...I love blog fame. It's like regular fame except with more anonymity.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for the link! Does the "G" in Baby G stand for gorgeous? Because she is. Good golly, the picture of her with the dahlia is stunning. Did you take it yourself? <BR/><BR/>I'm trying to do the math in my head... is she about seven weeks old now? If I recall correctly, that's about when I started nagging Sam to smile at me. It just felt like he'd cruised long enough on newborn cuteness; now I wanted him to at least make an effort to be extra charming. <BR/><BR/>Oh, and this:<BR/><BR/>"Our quiet evenings with TiVo will give way to baths and storytime. Our weekends of local fairs and farmers markets will now include a stroller and diaper bag. The days of traveling to dangerous third world countries will be long gone. Money will be a thing of the past. We can't wait!"<BR/><BR/>So spot on. Heheh.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1126377309337841402005-09-10T11:35:00.000-07:002005-09-10T11:35:00.000-07:00Heeeey... Korie, your profile doesn't link to your...Heeeey... Korie, your profile doesn't link to your blog. Sneaky, sneaky...Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1126335656095190812005-09-10T00:00:00.000-07:002005-09-10T00:00:00.000-07:00Ha! Korie, I'm up, too! Sam's not cranky. He's jus...Ha! Korie, I'm up, too! Sam's not cranky. He's just... wide... awake. So very, very, very awake. He's watching anime with his dad right now, but only after I made The Mister promise me it wasn't the seizure-inducing kind.<BR/><BR/>I can't tell you how flattered I am by your kind words. From one formerly hugely pregnant chick to another, I have to tell you that the experience absolutely floored me. Don't get me wrong: I also thought it was pretty cool, but in a science-fiction-y, let's-see-how-this-lab-experiment-turns-out kind of way. I'm so glad that other people felt similarly about it.<BR/><BR/>And now I'm off to check out your site! The siren call of the internet beckons...Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1126111330781492682005-09-07T09:42:00.000-07:002005-09-07T09:42:00.000-07:00Hee! "Rageaholism." I told him he was a rageaholic...Hee! "Rageaholism." I told him he was a rageaholic immediately after reading this and he laughed. And agreed.<BR/><BR/>Here's the problem with the bad box: when I was a kid, we had one in kindergarten, and I LOVED it. I was never bad (mostly because I was boring and it just didn't occur to me, not through any inner virtue), but I used to love spending some quality "me time" in the box. So peaceful...<BR/><BR/>Judes, I've realized that the flaw in dressing them like a Florida retiree as punishment is that the look is only a couple of pieces of bling away from looking like a rapper. At some point, Sam is going to realize this and he's going to thumb his nose at me. (Are kids still thumbing their noses at their elders? Or did they stop doing that in the 1880s?)Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1126104921320634432005-09-07T07:55:00.000-07:002005-09-07T07:55:00.000-07:00"dress them like a Florida retiree for the day"......"dress them like a Florida retiree for the day"...hee.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1126076611166016752005-09-07T00:03:00.000-07:002005-09-07T00:03:00.000-07:00ah, they grow so fast. and very soon, if you're pa...ah, they grow so fast. and very soon, if you're patient, you can punish them. start building your bad box now....https://www.blogger.com/profile/11123313424374995066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1125791458184728432005-09-03T16:50:00.000-07:002005-09-03T16:50:00.000-07:00I'm really sorry that your kid ended up with your ...I'm really sorry that your kid ended up with your husband's rageaholism. Maybe he'll get your looks, and it will all balance out!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1125708033921439892005-09-02T17:40:00.000-07:002005-09-02T17:40:00.000-07:00My sisters! I'm so glad to know I'm not alone in h...My sisters! I'm so glad to know I'm not alone in having illogical, bipolar, mercurial, want-what-they-want-when-they-want-it progeny.<BR/><BR/>I was thinking about this, and remembered <B><A HREF="http://usera.imagecave.com/Doppelganger3/dad-n-Sam-n-skull.jpg" REL="nofollow">this photo</A></B>, which I think explains a lot.<BR/><BR/>What's that expression? Something about apples and trees?Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16613804843380827691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1125677438330766152005-09-02T09:10:00.000-07:002005-09-02T09:10:00.000-07:00I prefer bipolar to describe the the little bugger...I prefer bipolar to describe the the little buggers.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1125677186064419112005-09-02T09:06:00.000-07:002005-09-02T09:06:00.000-07:00I was incredibly easy baby and thought I would hav...I was incredibly easy baby and thought I would have one just like me, but noooo. Mine is actually quite jolly when she gets enough sleep, but she never does. I don't know if I would call her mercurial, but she definitely wants what she wants when she wants it. I think it bodes well for her later in life but is somewhat trying right now.Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11563829976522188467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1125664355711677432005-09-02T05:32:00.000-07:002005-09-02T05:32:00.000-07:00Reason, schmeason (to quote my kids). Why on earth...Reason, schmeason (to quote my kids). Why on earth would a kid use logic when random interludes of loving affection and devilish mayhem is so much more fun?landismomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328094347362872558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9931308.post-1125661792107483602005-09-02T04:49:00.000-07:002005-09-02T04:49:00.000-07:00I thought I was the only parent who used the word ...I thought I was the only parent who used the word "mercurial" to describe my baby! (not such a baby anymore; she turns two in less than a month) But yeah, totally. She's either an absolute delight to be around - engaging, lovey, happy and fun, etc. - or she's an unmitigated terror. And she's been like that since the day she was born. <BR/><BR/>The saving grace is that, by the time they're about 20 months, although you still can't really reason with them, you CAN bargain with them and bribe them. I am the Gateway To Goldfish - look on my works ye mighty, and despair.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com