tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post8390854483751907392..comments2008-11-25T14:07:50.506-05:00Josette at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-14272136653555528062008-11-25T14:07:00.000-05:002008-11-25T14:07:00.000-05:00I am very happy to hear you say that because I just forked over a ton of money for six tickets to those Rockettes.Magpiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08239311951910405878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-56526080708546736302008-11-19T04:11:00.000-05:002008-11-19T04:11:00.000-05:00LMAO! I can just picture your kids fighting to be at the center of the universe. And the hungry thing...been there, done that (except in our case it was Paris, where a croissant costs an arm and a leg). :DMother Theresahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09648404612737553605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-30817934128272659662008-11-18T23:20:00.000-05:002008-11-18T23:20:00.000-05:00rofl. this is my favorite tome to nyc ever, besides 'at grand central station I sat down and cried.'kgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02488069680575426742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-33588267450473707002008-11-18T19:15:00.000-05:002008-11-18T19:15:00.000-05:00Sulkity Sulk...<BR/>I never get to go..Waaaa!!<BR/><BR/><BR/>P.S.I'm glad you had fun.Peggy Sez..http://www.blogger.com/profile/15350382808322034028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-69791099530228292332008-11-18T14:34:00.000-05:002008-11-18T14:34:00.000-05:00Wow. Glad you didn't have to resort to the $1200 crepes, because that would just be ridiculous.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02845215266169983575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-72684878518779860892008-11-18T11:24:00.000-05:002008-11-18T11:24:00.000-05:00lulz - sounds like a fun time :^)annenahmhttp://profile.typekey.com/annenahm/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-26920510426132926792008-11-18T00:09:00.000-05:002008-11-18T00:09:00.000-05:00God, I miss New York. $500 pancakes and all.mothergoosemousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-29128370595099161272008-11-17T18:37:00.000-05:002008-11-17T18:37:00.000-05:00I'm so glad you guys had fun!Mrs. G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01171997573144385692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-73438891417363624302008-11-17T16:44:00.000-05:002008-11-17T16:44:00.000-05:00Now I wanna stand in the middle of the universe, sigh.Mr Fartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09181992797303553788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-20711565269990899662008-11-17T14:27:00.000-05:002008-11-17T14:27:00.000-05:00Deducting a stocking stuffer is really good!Amy @ Milk Breath and Margaritashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14258405168792203613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-7186367843141447502008-11-17T10:52:00.000-05:002008-11-17T10:52:00.000-05:00VOAT,<BR/><BR/>Yes! And I love Gavin DeBecker!<BR/><BR/>In fact, I usually have my girls practice going up to a mom or grandma (with the adult knowing about it) and tugging on her sleeve to get attention. <BR/><BR/>From working in the bookstore, I see kids who are lost and just standing around, and later their parents say, "But I told them what to do". I think when kids actually practice going up to an adult and tugging at a sleeve and reciting their "I'm lost" script, there is a better chance that they will do it in reality and not panic. So many kids just wander around the store looking lost and upset until an adult approaches them.<BR/><BR/>My older daughter knew what to do; she was just being a smart aleck. Wonder where she gets that from.<BR/><BR/>And yes! That's great that your kiddo knew what to do. <BR/><BR/>And so many parents I've seen then freak out at their kids when they do get found. Maybe understandable, but they also forget to say, "Good on you for not leaving the store" or "good job finding an adult." It's not easy being lost.Jozet at Halushkihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16790825543155685363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-7480499444398394962008-11-17T10:44:00.000-05:002008-11-17T10:44:00.000-05:00When my girlie was young, I taught her (thanks to Gavin DeBecker) to find a woman with children if she got lost. The first time my husband took both kids out by himself, she got lost in a bookstore. She was 4 years old.<BR/><BR/>The woman girlie found was standing by the information desk holding girlie in her arms when hubby arrived. When he got home (still looking rather terrified) he said, "Thank you for teaching her that." <BR/><BR/>She probably would have been fine regardless, but I was so proud! And glad he finally recognized my infinite wisdom, of course.Variations On A Themehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05999890261136824148noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-582765337652413002008-11-17T10:10:00.000-05:002008-11-17T10:10:00.000-05:00We Radio Cities a coupla Christmases ago and it was an awful lot of fun. Took Emily, but not Matthew ... that definitely helped. I try to limit the opportunities that the kids outnumber me. :)Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14948339436308804384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-49485541790780251752008-11-16T13:29:00.000-05:002008-11-16T13:29:00.000-05:00And that is why I'm the granola bar queen.Jenn @ Juggling Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455967210924573398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-80614880407184737822008-11-16T11:31:00.000-05:002008-11-16T11:31:00.000-05:00He he. We had a trip JUST like that when I was little.scargosunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14911826980781124597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-77708679557184831912008-11-16T08:22:00.000-05:002008-11-16T08:22:00.000-05:00That final photo is awesome----that's how I feel whenever I go to Times Square too. <BR/><BR/>The last time I took the girls to NYC, my oldest got her head stuck in a revolving door. In other words, we were so out of our league.Fairly Odd Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11974404093257620566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-71703030555679402532008-11-16T01:20:00.000-05:002008-11-16T01:20:00.000-05:00"...deducting a stocking stuffer" I'm using that one. <BR/><BR/>Suggestion:<BR/><BR/>Child "I'm hungry"<BR/>Mom "Hi hungry, I'm Mommy."<BR/>Repeat 5,ooo times.Suz Broughtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08955946962273998807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10673240.post-84079596301804081952008-11-16T00:08:00.000-05:002008-11-16T00:08:00.000-05:00Standing in the middle of the universe really builds up an appetite.Marinkahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16489592695993949578noreply@blogger.com