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[lunasky]

Adventures in Parenting #421 - The Knitting CirclesAnd by Knitting Circles, I mean the other mom's that bring their kids to the park and sit aroung chatting. So today around 2 pm, I went over to one of the mother's houses that I met last week - I had some things to drop off and figured I could see if she wanted to take her kids to the park. She

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[madam_rptr]

I wish you would have scared her. Although, truth be told, I'm pissed at Hubby when he doesn't have dinner on the table when I get home...*g*

Bwah! Sheeya. Right.

WeeOne called everyone BOB! for weeks and weeks. We still talk about it. Oh, good times. Good times.

::pats you::

[lunasky]

It's not that I never cook dinner, usually I do. I'm really great at cooking frozen pizzas or sometimes pasta or soup or a simple meat dish. But if I'm having a rough day, I don't feel bad going to bed early. I figure if I can eat a P&J sandwhich for dinner - Boomer can figure out to do the same.

[madam_rptr]

Seriously? I still question how long I'm supposed to boil an egg. Sue me - (not you - just women like the woman you met today) - I was raised by a single mother raising three kids by the skin of her teeth. She did a kick-ass job, but wasn't Superwoman (thank the gods!). She did her absolute best and I worship her for it.

So what if I need cooking lessons and follow online recipes to.the.T.? Every now and then I wow Hubby with something new and all's good. Otherwise? The easier, the better, I say. I'd rather be with my kids anyways, than slaving over a fricken hot...what's it called again? oh, yeah...stove.

[lunasky]

WeeOne called everyone BOB! for weeks and weeks. We still talk about it. Oh, good times. Good times.

I forgot to say - that made me laugh so hard. Thank you for sharing that. Being called Dada doesn't seem so bad now. *g*

[madam_rptr]

The extra funny thing about that? We don't even know a Bob. She had this Little People farmer guy, a little black guy with overalls on holding carrots wearing a straw hat...she loved that little guy and named him Bob. From where she got that name we shall never know...but it was her first word and her only word for at least a week or so...are they just grand?

And, honestly? When I get those little jealousy pangs (and boy howdy do I get 'em! Both of my girls are Daddy's Girls), I just remind myself that I too have my moments and will have more - I'm just insanely grateful that they don't have a father like mine and all is right in the world again.