tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post8320572147208319666..comments2010-08-12T22:06:05.967-04:00Josette at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-57839360603828120392010-08-12T22:06:05.967-04:002010-08-12T22:06:05.967-04:00Hahahaha--I laughed out loud through this whole post--THANKS!! :)mommagoosenoteshttp://mommagoosenotes.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-91215776364149475822008-08-07T15:19:00.000-04:002008-08-07T15:19:00.000-04:00Oh my gosh, I'm so glad I found this post. Hilarious, I'm still giggling. Thanks for taking a little time to share your perspective.Karunahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02360540915516969440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-59498109653140956542007-07-14T10:17:00.000-04:002007-07-14T10:17:00.000-04:00Wow, who knew you'd become such a popular blogger (or Mom). You should have had kids much earlier in life!Mikalhttp://www.belicove.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-33266563295491183172007-07-08T01:28:00.000-04:002007-07-08T01:28:00.000-04:00That was awesome. This is why I only have one friend I talk to who isn't a mom.PinkPowerSuit.comhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16006009995269729267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-9567006362779079182007-07-06T15:54:00.000-04:002007-07-06T15:54:00.000-04:00I feel that way with one! Brilliant!Momishhttp://momish.squarespace.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-80400186258525196502007-07-06T12:38:00.000-04:002007-07-06T12:38:00.000-04:00I have conversations that sound like this, too. But when mine are behaving, I get so annoyed at my friends whose kids aren't. What's wrong with me??miss blisshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11446905081239790819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-24078609687578676012007-07-04T13:40:00.000-04:002007-07-04T13:40:00.000-04:00Love. This. Post.Liam's Mom - Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950880083795695746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-48714271896530277482007-07-04T12:37:00.000-04:002007-07-04T12:37:00.000-04:00Hey there, just stopping in via OTJ's ROFL post... This had me laughing so hard. As a mother of three, I definitely relate. The other night at the dinner table my hubby and I kept talking even though our 5 year old (Eleanor) kept trying to interrupt. When it was her turn to talk, I said, "okay sweetie, what would you like to say?" She scrunched up her face and said, "You guys made me FORGET IT by not letting me talk when I needed to." We busted up laughing-- for once the tables were turned.Allyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15264625893829690986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-45622725099395453212007-06-25T09:38:00.000-04:002007-06-25T09:38:00.000-04:00Wait, are you living my life? I have some friends with no children and it annoys them to NO END to speak to me on the phone, as our conversations occur in a very similar way.<BR/><BR/>I would have to add the threat of, "Do I need to get the spanking spoon?" in there....I believe that comes out of my mouth every couple of hours! :)<BR/><BR/>I came to your blog via Marylue.....I enjoyed it! I will have to come back!Queen of the Mayhemhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10317309061471274358noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-80356539143878318602007-06-23T17:17:00.000-04:002007-06-23T17:17:00.000-04:00ROFL!©Jachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06590499043853073965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-88221711652604285072007-06-21T21:44:00.000-04:002007-06-21T21:44:00.000-04:00Bravo! Bravo!<BR/>That was hilarious. So well done!Oh, The Joyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-63994146370159425682007-06-21T20:54:00.000-04:002007-06-21T20:54:00.000-04:00Loved this!Mommy off the Recordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07245436504933052526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-84358866361572402592007-06-20T15:51:00.000-04:002007-06-20T15:51:00.000-04:00Oh, how I relate... we have a crawler with a pincer grasp here too. And a five year old who "just forgets" to pick up her tiny shit all day long.Imperfect Mommyhttp://imperfectmommy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-59173314117940068142007-06-20T04:50:00.000-04:002007-06-20T04:50:00.000-04:00Hilarious and so true. My kids start fighting as soon as I pick up the phone... they seem to get up to "quiet" no good if I'm on the internet... <BR/><BR/>Sometimes I wonder what they are cooking and then I think, bother... they're old enough to know not to set themselves on fire.jchevaishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02683339168047479228noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-65948245367101607892007-06-17T16:45:00.000-04:002007-06-17T16:45:00.000-04:00As a fellow mother of three, I really laughed at this. My youngest is now 3.5 years old. A friend of mine for several years and I just had our first COMPLETE conversations very recently. We meet at a playgroup. We may even get to know eachother better now beyond, "yes, he pees there too."Danihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11930785157316214472noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-26585860637830566932007-06-17T00:53:00.000-04:002007-06-17T00:53:00.000-04:00Yep, that's my life with two, ages 6 and 3. I can't imagine throwing a crawling babe into the mix as well!Stephanie T.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06609421452596422823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-11672679287146396512007-06-16T19:45:00.000-04:002007-06-16T19:45:00.000-04:00Brilliant. If you'd just let me sign my name to this I'd be really grateful...Oh wait, I only have two. That I know of. (Heh heh)Mom101http://www.blogger.com/profile/15468524489744839899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-24205877319219373762007-06-16T02:48:00.000-04:002007-06-16T02:48:00.000-04:00I'm livin' it baby!Siuanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02965143649272644604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-52346077461189223012007-06-15T23:13:00.000-04:002007-06-15T23:13:00.000-04:00Too funny. People without kids do not appreciate how constant the onslaught is.a happier girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09946104296368823743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-63297125106103808422007-06-15T14:08:00.000-04:002007-06-15T14:08:00.000-04:00Two bowls me over. <BR/><BR/>Two small children and I am fried like a bucket of KFC. My heart says I'm 'supposed' to have one more (or maybe that's my ovaries and sex drive) but my brain says hells no woman! <BR/><BR/>Funny piece, and a gentle reminder to keep using the Trojans.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17350861069153040567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-50151586439282977562007-06-15T11:03:00.000-04:002007-06-15T11:03:00.000-04:00Jozet, <BR/><BR/>I can't tell you how many conversations I've had like this. It's almost as though you've been channeling me...or tapping my phone.wordgirlhttp://wordgirl5.typepad.com/half_of_the_ksynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-60062177965925131162007-06-14T17:52:00.000-04:002007-06-14T17:52:00.000-04:00Very very funny! I have 4 and my telephone conversations always sound exactly like this. It's why I resort to email most of the time, no one can hear the screetching at children between lines. SM posted a link to this on her site and I am so glad she did. It's a great post!Joy, of course!http://www.blogger.com/profile/16743049921159926147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-87439402458024540812007-06-14T17:49:00.000-04:002007-06-14T17:49:00.000-04:00That was too freakin' funny! <BR/><BR/>I hear you, I am with you in your insanity!Day Dreamerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02287486337770132645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-7587189652688200052007-06-14T11:47:00.000-04:002007-06-14T11:47:00.000-04:00No dear, I trust you with the kids. <BR/><BR/>It's separating and not shrinking my fine washables that I don't trust you with.<BR/><BR/>No that we finally have that straightened out, I'm going to the movies tonight.Jozethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-92084359302310747202007-06-14T10:16:00.000-04:002007-06-14T10:16:00.000-04:00She's not dumb enough to trust me to watch them!Michael Plankhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15477439140216421861noreply@blogger.com