tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post117073790812793156..comments2007-02-13T00:08:48.567-08:00GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-35202271973113820122007-02-13T02:59:00.000-08:002007-02-13T02:59:00.000-08:00oh.. that was beautiful... time flies... and all the rest of the cliches.. but so true. the last time i wrote a post abt my 20 month old moving to his own room and how much it hurt, the indian blogosphere smacked me in the face with their nastiness! i am so happy to see so many others relating to the feeling...The Mad Mommahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14535453643548976883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1171028317950637762007-02-09T05:38:00.000-08:002007-02-09T05:38:00.000-08:00Very touching and what an adorable first pic! Got to be honest, one of the first things that came to my mind: Oh my god. She was still able to wear her wedding band! lolJennhttp://www.shelteredsanity.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170928665439610442007-02-08T01:57:00.000-08:002007-02-08T01:57:00.000-08:00Beautiful post. I think it's so funny that we can't wait until our kids grow up and when they do we want them small and cute again.<BR/><BR/>ADAdventureDadhttp://www.adventuredad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170914971316745772007-02-07T22:09:00.000-08:002007-02-07T22:09:00.000-08:00Beautiful post Rebecca. It reminded me of why I am suffering through all of this nasty morning sickness again. It will all be worth it for the sweet little "death grip". We have the sweetest B&W pic of Caleb clenching to hubby's pinky while the nurses are cleaning him up after the birth. It makes me cry everytime I see it.Shannonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170883806529250192007-02-07T13:30:00.000-08:002007-02-07T13:30:00.000-08:00Oh so sweet and sad.<BR/><BR/>(must say I was thrown a bit by the pic above me, lost my thread now!!!! LOL)<BR/><BR/>I love the hand holding. I have many photos of Sylvie holding Dadddy's hand while I walk behind them. The huge difference in height.<BR/>For now, I have Sonny's little grasp on my finger and I am making the most of it.Kellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11608353600377892342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170877634456824962007-02-07T11:47:00.000-08:002007-02-07T11:47:00.000-08:00Looking at that first pic - can you ever believe he was that small? Amazing. Also, you are a super cute mom!barbara rushkoffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15014387600414828908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170828024810020472007-02-06T22:00:00.000-08:002007-02-06T22:00:00.000-08:00You made me cry. Leah has been a hand holder for a few months now- and it breaks my heart when she wants to "do it herself" and shrugs off my hand. I don't know what I'll do when she refuses altogether.Kristenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153813792289640964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170800621338955512007-02-06T14:23:00.000-08:002007-02-06T14:23:00.000-08:00Oh man. I will die when that day comes. I'll drop dead.GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170792058854083462007-02-06T12:00:00.000-08:002007-02-06T12:00:00.000-08:00Great Writing. I enjoyed that story and it pains my heart, for my own 3 1/2 year old son, will not give me a kiss in front of anyone ANYMORE. He says they laugh at him, who says they laugh at him, he does. SNIFF they don't stay our babies for long, and then before I know it, he'll be kissing his wife!!! I need to stop<BR/>KimAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170791752766966172007-02-06T11:55:00.000-08:002007-02-06T11:55:00.000-08:00I feel your pain...I look so forward to the boys getting older, yet at the same time I miss desperately what has passed.Domestic Chickyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06464391259920737902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170791613937463542007-02-06T11:53:00.000-08:002007-02-06T11:53:00.000-08:00It's amazing how much he looks like his newborn self still. And too funny - I used my pinky pic today too.<BR/><BR/>It breaks my heart to say goodbye those little things they grow out of. I miss her mispronunciation now that she's learned how to say certain words correctly.<BR/><BR/>But there are so many new things to look forward too now - just think of all the things he's going to pick up in the next year, and beyond. It's sad at the same time, but amazing to watch them learn and grow.Andyhttp://www.redwhineandboo.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170788575244112492007-02-06T11:09:00.000-08:002007-02-06T11:09:00.000-08:00You are officially the first person to make me want to have another baby, now. (I've always known I want another one, but I had no problem waiting). I think it was the reference to the startling instinct that did it. I can still see The (newborn) Boss in that little baby spasm whenever the shopping cart went over a bump. <BR/><BR/>My husband is not going to appreciate this.ECRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170787846820346952007-02-06T10:57:00.000-08:002007-02-06T10:57:00.000-08:00You are officially the first person to make me want to have another baby, now. (I've always known I want another one, but I had no problem waiting). I think it was the reference to the startling instinct that did it. I can still see The (newborn) Boss in that little baby spasm whenever the shopping cart went over a bump. <BR/><BR/>My husband is not going to appreciate this.ECRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170787627873748462007-02-06T10:53:00.000-08:002007-02-06T10:53:00.000-08:00You are officially the first person to make me want to have another baby, now. (I've always known I want another one, but I had no problem waiting). I think it was the reference to the startling instinct that did it. I can still see The (newborn) Boss in that little baby spasm whenever the shopping cart went over a bump. <BR/><BR/>My husband is not going to appreciate this.ECRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170784327333849722007-02-06T09:52:00.000-08:002007-02-06T09:52:00.000-08:00Awwww....such a sweet post.Stephanie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01543941319978259651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170784258876549662007-02-06T09:50:00.000-08:002007-02-06T09:50:00.000-08:00Stop it! You're going to make me lactate!!! <BR/><BR/>I've really been fighting the urge to have another. It's just so tempting...especially remembering those days...Mammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12317241081653904332noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170780982941737282007-02-06T08:56:00.000-08:002007-02-06T08:56:00.000-08:00mine too is big. but i explain to him that i am still a fussy mum and he must just humour me!Joker The Lurcherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17260629209872897792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170779577736919622007-02-06T08:32:00.000-08:002007-02-06T08:32:00.000-08:00Sniff! My "baby boy" is now 14! God, I remember that finger grip as if it were yesterday! I also have a 12 year old daughter. Daughters really do get closer to their mothers as they become united in womanhood--and sons really do break away from their mothers as they learn to assert their manhood. Now my son is taller than me, has enormous feet (size 10), and his hands are huge compared to mine. My daughter is all filled out and wears the same size shoes(8) and bras(34 B) as I do!! But I will NEVER forget that feeling of their tiny hands wrapped around my finger! :) Brings tears to my eyes!Kate Ryanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13298719929088121431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170777893732157542007-02-06T08:04:00.000-08:002007-02-06T08:04:00.000-08:00Oh, clutching - CLUTCHING - at my heart. <BR/><BR/>So wonderfully, painfully, brilliantly bittersweet.Her Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04582220249796318524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170775977827615342007-02-06T07:32:00.000-08:002007-02-06T07:32:00.000-08:00The feel of that little hand in mine will be short lived, and I can't help missing it already. Sometimes it's a real challenge to keep in the moment, and appreciate that little grip as much as I can, right now.Rock the Cradlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06476552972162497517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1170772328684602232007-02-06T06:32:00.000-08:002007-02-06T06:32:00.000-08:00Thus is the weird cycle of life... you want so badly for them to be on their own and then when they are, it hurts, just a little.<BR/><BR/>I'm learning (this time around) not to complain about how things are -- because I learned all too quickly -- they don't last that long... and I might sort of miss them.Khttp://motherhooduncensored.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.com