tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post3409387001089788329..comments2023-09-30T10:49:16.025-05:00Comments on In Pieces: You Know They're Growing Up When...Jazzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03733411405712601399noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-46454990024042821972012-07-12T06:45:17.574-05:002012-07-12T06:45:17.574-05:00Oh my heart ACHED when I read this post. I am goi...Oh my heart ACHED when I read this post. I am going through the same feelings with my 17, 14, and 13 year-old sons. The time with them when they were young went SO FAST! Thank you for your well-written post.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07700513442088416155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-18126464901554643172009-12-24T12:53:00.177-06:002009-12-24T12:53:00.177-06:00Hi,
Happy Christmas.
Love,
HerradHi,<br />Happy Christmas.<br />Love,<br />HerradHerradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13728207969811635579noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-50461423900909652052009-12-09T19:41:34.851-06:002009-12-09T19:41:34.851-06:00Is it that bag you used to not be able to find you...Is it that bag you used to not be able to find your way out of? Or, to use much more proper grammar: is it the bag out of which you used to not be able to find your way? ;-)<br /><br />OOH! Totally OT here, but my word verification word is "ractred". Makes me think of "The Shining", and "redrum".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-43339612114878387832009-12-04T06:40:37.505-06:002009-12-04T06:40:37.505-06:00Although I am no longer allowed to wait at the bus...Although I am no longer allowed to wait at the bus stop on the first day, I must note that they are quite happy to see me and the nice, warm, dry car if it's pouring with rain or -30 and snowing! <br /><br />As long as I park a little bit down the block.<br /><br />And wear a bag over my head.Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03733411405712601399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-32006139314719430742009-12-03T12:36:08.358-06:002009-12-03T12:36:08.358-06:00Wow. They actually let you stand there with them t...Wow. They actually let you stand there with them that long? I believe that mine stopped allowing it in first grade. I would watch from the front porch, or the living room if it was too cold to stand out on the porch in my jammies. Actually, beyond kindergarten, no other parents waited on the bus stop, either.<br /><br />Odd, when you consider we lived in the inner city in a neighborhood rife withAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-73461307442670288322009-09-11T11:22:26.598-05:002009-09-11T11:22:26.598-05:00Thanks, Superla!
That's what I keep telling my...Thanks, Superla!<br />That's what I keep telling myself...it doesn't always work, though. They're growing up so fast!Jazzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03733411405712601399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399633159122258332.post-61345618958490112422009-09-11T08:27:07.713-05:002009-09-11T08:27:07.713-05:00Awww. I think their independence is evidence that...Awww. I think their independence is evidence that you've done a really good job with them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com