tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post5701031737955758342..comments2023-11-02T05:21:54.413-05:00Comments on Mrs. Hall: Roughing up the little ones (repost)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-3275720568108154822010-01-22T17:48:04.640-06:002010-01-22T17:48:04.640-06:00yeah Bruce, I'm what they call a strong willed...yeah Bruce, I'm what they call a strong willed, alpha female type. But, Mr. Hall has strength but it comes from balance and calm, not brute force.<br /><br />So I trusted this from the very beginning and trusted the power that he has to help me chill the heck out.<br /><br />;)Mrs. Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15360433416733092249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-5561912075992119972010-01-22T17:37:46.609-06:002010-01-22T17:37:46.609-06:00You displayed all the behavior traits of my ex-wif...You displayed all the behavior traits of my ex-wife before you married Mr. Hall. Glad you saw the light and learned how to steer clear of the anxiety and worriness. I have first hand knowledge of what happens when you don't. (hmmm, I might be still married to my first wife if I could have been more like Mr. Hall.......on second thought maybe not.)Bruce Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10898228670873232050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-45249782453052081032010-01-22T15:14:57.957-06:002010-01-22T15:14:57.957-06:00Hello Mr. Bamaotrava: went to your site, dropped a...Hello Mr. Bamaotrava: went to your site, dropped a comment or two. Very nice . . . very nice . . . :)Mrs. Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15360433416733092249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-38543777149233722712010-01-22T14:23:47.677-06:002010-01-22T14:23:47.677-06:00Funny, I have no kids of my own but feel the same ...Funny, I have no kids of my own but feel the same way about someone, the part of me that stands guard when they have no idea. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-32621124937611477732010-01-22T11:33:09.770-06:002010-01-22T11:33:09.770-06:00Savage: Aim for the best! :)Savage: Aim for the best! :)Mrs. Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15360433416733092249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-44220195408395604162010-01-22T11:08:44.593-06:002010-01-22T11:08:44.593-06:00I wanna be like Mr. Hall when I grow up!I wanna be like Mr. Hall when I grow up!The Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743715158080363222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-73779640968637067862010-01-22T09:34:11.925-06:002010-01-22T09:34:11.925-06:00Cam: Yes! ovaries on overdrive! And good Lord, sha...Cam: Yes! ovaries on overdrive! And good Lord, shaking the crib. BAH! no good :)<br /><br />we found the crib amoungst the piles of boxes last week. and I think it's a sign cause like you said, ovulation is BEYOOCH!!! this month ;)<br /><br />Maureen: Oh such a lovely comment. Such a moment, the transition from a crib to the bed. ;)<br /><br />Jim (x2): Well, you seem to be a frequent flier . . . have you signed up to follow me yet? (tee hee hee)<br /><br />Yeah, we bought the crib second hand. I haven't even thought about selling it after we have our third. I just can't even think about it now. <br /><br />And what a cheeky monkey the nephew! Sounds like my son. And yes, i named them here for their favorite foods. They are squishy and love and talkative and needy. I do enjoy it so ;)Mrs. Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15360433416733092249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-12579831361949115282010-01-22T09:05:18.382-06:002010-01-22T09:05:18.382-06:00Btw, I LOVE your names for your kids, lol. Mac &a...Btw, I LOVE your names for your kids, lol. Mac & Cheese looks like he still has those nice sausagey arms and legs that make little kids so squeezable.<br /><br />Not possible anymore, with my 15-yr-old [sniff] . . . you're lucky if they talk to you, at that point :-) . . .<br /><br />XOJimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16762035243524494686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-16237122044776963902010-01-22T08:35:21.541-06:002010-01-22T08:35:21.541-06:00Major milestone, for sure. We still have our crib...Major milestone, for sure. We still have our crib, not out of any sense of it being a family heirloom or anything . . . just didn't want to put a perfectly good crib out for the trash truck, and haven't found anyone to take it off our hands yet. My daughter is 10 . . . :-)<br /><br />My nephew let his parents know he was ready for a "big boy bed" when they found him similarly on the floor of his room one morning. His shocked mother said "how did you get out of your crib?" to which the little scamp replied "here, I show you . . ."<br /><br />XOJimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16762035243524494686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-51789495058804561242010-01-22T07:33:35.273-06:002010-01-22T07:33:35.273-06:00Oh, this was lovely. I remember getting the first ...Oh, this was lovely. I remember getting the first 2 out of the crib somewhere around 2 and a half, because I was pregnant. My youngest (and I'm embarassed to admit this now) was in it till she was over 3. She wasn't interested in climbing out and I think I liked her there. Your little one made such a self imposed, smooth transition. Harder for moms.Maureen@IslandRoarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17183530593417498063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79674722144036755.post-34189156402367372882010-01-22T04:46:01.738-06:002010-01-22T04:46:01.738-06:00Something happens in our ovaries when we become mo...Something happens in our ovaries when we become mothers, well, it happens to some of us...<br />Some undetermined, undiscovered chemical gets released and sets up shop in our brains. It makes us crazy. We worry and we react with the ferociousness of mama bears, just like you describe. Dads stay chillaxed, and we get brain bubbles. Yin and yang, I reckon.<br /><br />I did not have this experience with the crib taking down day. I was elated. Why? Because Dylan had figured out how to grab the bars and shake the crib violently back and forth bouncing it off the wall. It sounded like Mike Tyson banging on the bedroom wall. He thought it was hilarious, so he did it at every opportunity. I don't recall being so faint of heart before that. Yes. Now that I think of it, I am sure. That's what fried my nerves. Three a.m wall beatings courtesy of Dylan.<br /><br />That, or the crazy ovary chemical.<br /><br />{here's hoping that crib is coming out soon, by the way...}Camhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07972079738846934736noreply@blogger.com