tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218588460220746050.post4078452287791923855..comments2024-01-06T04:45:17.251-06:00Comments on The Davidson Den: Irony at ThanksgivingThe Davidson Denhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04257859773498238928noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218588460220746050.post-41232411408562711082008-12-16T21:33:00.000-06:002008-12-16T21:33:00.000-06:00I love you, but I HAD to laugh my boodie off!! I ...I love you, but I HAD to laugh my boodie off!! I remember the days! And I know that I'm supposed to miss them, but I'm just selfish enough to say that I don't! I love that everyone can walk and buckle and potty and sleep ALL BY THEMSELVES!! Of course, as I type, I'm holding my two girls, 8 and 6, so maybe, hopefully, it doesn't ever REALLY end!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218588460220746050.post-90198546592142311572008-12-16T11:39:00.000-06:002008-12-16T11:39:00.000-06:00Lori Lori Lori... I was reading through your older...Lori Lori Lori... I was reading through your older posts (with the busy holidays I don't often find the time)... when I read this one, I wanted so much to be there! haha. I'm glad you realized at the end of all God was blessing you. Sometimes those blessings are what we expect nor what WHEN we expect. haha. Have a blessed Christmas! And I'll start emailing Whole Foods about their baskets. It isn't so much to ask.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9218588460220746050.post-59624761726921750252008-12-04T10:06:00.000-06:002008-12-04T10:06:00.000-06:00Girl...I don't know what to say other than, "Bless...Girl...I don't know what to say other than, "Bless your heart." That's what my Dad always says to me when he's leaving me with the kids alone. I agree with you on the WF shopping carts. After Remi was born, I could only grocery shop with the double stroller and Finn pushing the cart (or if he wasn't being agreeable, I pushed the stroller in front of me and pulled the cart behind...I'm sure that got some looks). Also, we ask for the snacks if they are not offered or just look for the basket ourselves...I figure with the hundreds upon hundreds of dollars we spend in there a month, it's okay. And by the way, I used to have strangers, not just employees, offer (and I accepted) to help me to my car back in Raff's wilder days. :)Jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11320336368732794711noreply@blogger.com