tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post5810745209575246705..comments2024-03-23T02:42:09.727-07:00Comments on BooKiNG with MaNiC™: The Hairs on His HeadMaNiC MoMMy™http://www.blogger.com/profile/14038801888210803955noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-4862027557746167472007-04-12T13:14:00.000-07:002007-04-12T13:14:00.000-07:00Counting his hairs AND naming them... his ambition...Counting his hairs AND naming them... his ambition is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17452291026102177415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-77727713356333372672007-04-11T18:00:00.000-07:002007-04-11T18:00:00.000-07:00Ah, that's so cute. I can't read that Love You For...Ah, that's so cute. I can't read that Love You Forever book to my boys. It makes me bawl. Then they ask why I am bawling and look at me like the nutcase I am.<BR/><BR/>My Indian name today is Eats Too Much SugarStephanie J. Blakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17997433466625207454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-31477402443555760822007-04-11T17:16:00.000-07:002007-04-11T17:16:00.000-07:00As long as you remember these moments- they don't ...As long as you remember these moments- they don't end.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-71242245842795511372007-04-11T14:17:00.000-07:002007-04-11T14:17:00.000-07:00You know, this reminds of a Scripture that says, "...You know, this reminds of a Scripture that says, "What is the price of five sparrows? A couple of pennies? Yet God does not forget a single one of them. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don't be afraid; you are more valuable to him than a whole flock of sparrows."--Luke 12:6-7 (NLT)<BR/><BR/>It doesn't say that God knows how many strands of hair you have, but that he knows Nancy Frenchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14415827393969690168noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-61495623713008782102007-04-11T13:36:00.000-07:002007-04-11T13:36:00.000-07:00Senor Beav--thank you for your kindess. I'm sure t...Senor Beav--thank you for your kindess. I'm sure they'll be another post you can damnate. Oh, I think I just made up a new word.<BR/><BR/>Pink is cool; in fact, Ajers has a shirt that says: TOUGH ENOUGH TO WEAR PINK.MaNiC MoMMy™https://www.blogger.com/profile/14038801888210803955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-71021849457160535262007-04-11T13:19:00.000-07:002007-04-11T13:19:00.000-07:00I was going to return your damnation by faint prai...I was going to return your damnation by faint praise, but this is the absolute wrong post to do it. I know when to pick my spots. :) <BR/><BR/>Oh, and to answer your question, it's pink because that's funny.Senor Beavishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10438481549941797439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-41250055982118407892007-04-11T12:48:00.000-07:002007-04-11T12:48:00.000-07:00yep, i saw it and agree! but some of the white ke...yep, i saw it and agree! but some of the white keys are mean too. it depends upon the song. :)Monnikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13998729112903749621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-4304526011222984592007-04-11T12:44:00.000-07:002007-04-11T12:44:00.000-07:00OK, that post is causing me to tear up a bit. Ugh...OK, that post is causing me to tear up a bit. Ugh... Get this book and read it. It's about a little boy and his mom:<BR/><BR/>"Love You Forever," by Robert N. MunschRusty Nailshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00486477924217926063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-57541892582164277612007-04-11T12:29:00.000-07:002007-04-11T12:29:00.000-07:00don't you just hate how fast they grow???don't you just hate how fast they grow???Lainey-Paneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07722187515774744428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-20591918581592091782007-04-11T07:42:00.000-07:002007-04-11T07:42:00.000-07:00So sweet! I love and cherish all those silly litt...So sweet! I love and cherish all those silly little moments, too. There's such a bittersweetness to our babies growing up. I can easily cry thinking about how cute and sweet mine were when they were little and how much I miss it with every fiber of my being. But on the other hand, I'm loving who they're becoming and how much fun they are now. And in just another blink of my eye they're goingJensterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15639970448069931471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-41674031208184160142007-04-11T06:50:00.000-07:002007-04-11T06:50:00.000-07:00Lovely! I love Tukey's creativity. Enjoy his child...Lovely! I love Tukey's creativity. Enjoy his childhood - savor his ability to grow up - give him the love and skills he needs and watch him fly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-76565242264463817322007-04-11T03:58:00.000-07:002007-04-11T03:58:00.000-07:00what a sweet, heart felt post.They grow up wayyyy ...what a sweet, heart felt post.<BR/><BR/>They grow up wayyyy to fast. and don't you just love to smell your kid? They always smell so good...at that age...not 15 and sweaty!<BR/><BR/>Lucky boy TukeyAngelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06245554563405436101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-61900225333595287452007-04-11T03:36:00.000-07:002007-04-11T03:36:00.000-07:00Yup that is exactly what you will do. I kept my gu...Yup that is exactly what you will do. I kept my guys cutest baby outfits and whenever I want their little baby selves back I go through the box and cry. Or threir baby album...so that I can see just what cute chubby little packages they were.<BR/><BR/>Tukey is adorable and you'll be glad you have captured him so well in your posts because tomorrow he will be 18 and graduating from highschool.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-59701555473471514632007-04-10T23:15:00.000-07:002007-04-10T23:15:00.000-07:00No, he did not! Oh my gosh, he is the cutest of th...No, he did not! Oh my gosh, he is the cutest of the cute. I love Tukey.xxxxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16348725618072239708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-20025494524827522712007-04-10T22:27:00.000-07:002007-04-10T22:27:00.000-07:00Leslie--Yes, his sweetness got rid of the crabs! L...Leslie--Yes, his sweetness got rid of the crabs! LOL...<BR/><BR/>Piddler--My Indian name for certain right now:<BR/><BR/>Stinky Pig Feet.<BR/><BR/>Man, I need a shower!<BR/><BR/>Monnik--did you read what I said over at your blog about the mean piano keys, I totally got what you meant! (I think I did anyway!)MaNiC MoMMy™https://www.blogger.com/profile/14038801888210803955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-63622294564574277252007-04-10T20:44:00.000-07:002007-04-10T20:44:00.000-07:00those are the most treasured moments. I try to wr...those are the most treasured moments. I try to write down as many as I can remember so that when my kids are old and living elsewhere, I can somehow remember these kinds of times.<BR/><BR/>I love, love, love that he has a color for the hairs! My mind works that way too, things have colors. Oh, and they have personalities. Like piano keys? Some are nice and some are mean. Probably a bit too Monnikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13998729112903749621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-8860968190996166002007-04-10T19:54:00.000-07:002007-04-10T19:54:00.000-07:00Crabbiness and bliss; the two sides of the motherh...Crabbiness and bliss; the two sides of the motherhood coin. We give up so much for them; we get so much from them. The real trick is to find ways to be mom and wife and daughter and sister and friend and still be just you. Not identified by a relationship. Horses are what make me just me. My Indian name would be Smells Like Horses. What would yours be?Piddlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12056865331170868231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15694514.post-80893938830775796212007-04-10T19:40:00.000-07:002007-04-10T19:40:00.000-07:00What a sweet boy! I too have a five year old son a...What a sweet boy! I too have a five year old son and there is nothing sweeter in the world! Sounds like his sweetness may have helped the crabs? Just be glad that means you are crabby, not that you really have crabs!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com