tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post1364726878941379226..comments2023-10-17T07:37:34.297-04:00Comments on motherbumper: 1 + 1 = meltdownmotherbumperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-40447395018293041472008-05-27T22:44:00.000-04:002008-05-27T22:44:00.000-04:00Miss I Never Comment is piping in (so for next tim...Miss I Never Comment is piping in (so for next time you know) here to say (as someone who forgets EVERYTHING) that the lovely folks at the farm sell snacks in the main house where the bathrooms are. Cookies are 3 for a buck or something and have oatmeal in them, so you don't feel so bad calling them lunch. They also make a mean tuna sandwich and sometimes even pizza in that woodfired oven thing they have out back.<BR/><BR/>Nate also refuses to leave the farm EVER, so we tell him he can sleep in the stinky barn with the animals and we'll just visit him from time to time. One whiff of that barn.... works every time.<BR/><BR/>(Can you tell I'm a pro at the farm? Marla was my sherpa -- you just needed a Riverdale Farm sherpa. Can you also tell I was hesitant to give out assvice, but really needed you to know?)scarbie dollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15067032043776994982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-62087074001097831752008-05-25T20:12:00.000-04:002008-05-25T20:12:00.000-04:00Wow! I'm impressed that you even made it to the fa...Wow! I'm impressed that you even made it to the farm, because I'm pretty sure I would have given up after the walking three blocks and winding up on the wrong bus ordeal. Yep, I'm that lazy!Cassiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00506628800184226270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-4290663871420290072008-05-25T09:16:00.000-04:002008-05-25T09:16:00.000-04:00I still have tantrums when there are no snacks.I still have tantrums when there are no snacks.Simple Answerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14822106303781479311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-73880094809337558372008-05-24T22:05:00.000-04:002008-05-24T22:05:00.000-04:00how is it that they can run for two hours at the p...how is it that they can run for two hours at the park yet not walk a single city block.<BR/>I feel your pain.<BR/>the temper tantrums here have reached all time intolerable levels. <BR/>It has nothing to do with whether you have snacks. If you did they would freak out bc how dare you offer them a cracker.moplanshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16998309937928231527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-69076007105894518402008-05-24T18:24:00.000-04:002008-05-24T18:24:00.000-04:00Man! I need to teach my kids how to laugh like Pee...Man! I need to teach my kids how to laugh like Pee Wee.<BR/><BR/>I have been in that situation too many times to ever let it happen again. It takes me an hour to pack everything we need every time we leave the house. And I tend to get weird stares when people see me towing a U-Haul everywhere I go.Chrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05810156368520745972noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-67171892381323753862008-05-24T14:15:00.000-04:002008-05-24T14:15:00.000-04:00Totally sputtering at Kyla's comment (and feeling ...Totally sputtering at Kyla's comment (and feeling grateful that neither of my girls have tried that strategy...yet).<BR/><BR/>Those kiddos have endless energy when we're not trying to direct it toward a specific purpose. As soon as we assert an agenda (like walking a full block), they become limp little noodles, don't they?Julie Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-3289251952867019442008-05-23T23:38:00.000-04:002008-05-23T23:38:00.000-04:00This sent shivers down my spine. Oh, I sympathise...This sent shivers down my spine. Oh, I sympathise. I have made that mistake before and, believe me, you never make it again. <BR/><BR/>At least not when you make it in NYC.<BR/><BR/>But, getting back to this hen penis...NotSoSagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04782162947524115936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-48953371770202207422008-05-23T22:25:00.000-04:002008-05-23T22:25:00.000-04:00YOU ARE MAH HERO.Seriously. I probably would have ...YOU ARE MAH HERO.<BR/><BR/>Seriously. I probably would have laid down to cry behind a tree (or a cow) at the farm.mamatuliphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02692442843330582571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-60095909763602374412008-05-23T21:45:00.000-04:002008-05-23T21:45:00.000-04:00Do you know how lucky you are that you survived?? ...Do you know how lucky you are that you survived?? Good gawd woman - Never, NEVER leave without snacks!! ha haKathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05982885583277159130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-81853970314498147672008-05-23T21:41:00.000-04:002008-05-23T21:41:00.000-04:00I'm the insane overpacker, which can be just as ba...I'm the insane overpacker, which can be just as bad, since you end of lugging a million things around that don't even get used. It's a no-win. And it occurred to me as I read this - can you piggy-back her? I'm finding that much easier that the carry now that Pumpkinpie is getting bigger, but I know you have some back issues, so it may not be better for you. Worth a shot, anyhow, once they get heavy.kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-17357090830713071732008-05-23T19:19:00.000-04:002008-05-23T19:19:00.000-04:00I am currently toddlerizing my third child and I *...I am currently toddlerizing my third child and I *still* forget drinks and snacks 3/4 of the time. It's not my fault; I received no formal training in this area.Janethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00567374243896229606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-17651506495298803022008-05-23T14:24:00.000-04:002008-05-23T14:24:00.000-04:00You is all kinds of crazy.Dude - when you are stuc...You is all kinds of crazy.<BR/>Dude - when you are stuck at the farm with no snacks and no stroller - YOU CALL ME! I can be there in a jiff. <BR/>Better yet, let's go together next time. I wanna see that hen penis.karengreenershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02488069680575426742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-75188740912101793042008-05-23T13:45:00.001-04:002008-05-23T13:45:00.001-04:00I am the mom who never has anything. Never has tis...I am the mom who never has anything. Never has tissue. Never has snacks. Never has something to drink. Cripes, I once drove 15 miles out of my way to find a Target so I could run in and buy a freakin' pacifer because I left the 2,054 I already owned at home. I feel your pain!<BR/><BR/>Luckily, you didn't resort to the option of slautering a farm animal and prepping it for a snack. There would have been no troubles leaving then, for they'd have gotten you out quick.<BR/><BR/>(Sorry...I just realized I hit the morbid head a few times when I come here, don't I. I'll try and do better. I'll also try and prep for kid adventures better, too!)for a different kind of girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04431273646365489225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-1899157158223698292008-05-23T13:45:00.000-04:002008-05-23T13:45:00.000-04:00Gee, what a fun day that was. Glad you survivied ...Gee, what a fun day that was. Glad you survivied it.Taniahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09886049581948361060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-56237422213685287532008-05-23T13:22:00.000-04:002008-05-23T13:22:00.000-04:00i am a chronic under-packer. i never have the righ...i am a chronic under-packer. i never have the right stuff with me. GRR> it's probably why i never want to take my monsters out anywhere. haha.Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11127692699186571544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-57648966711912751882008-05-23T11:12:00.000-04:002008-05-23T11:12:00.000-04:00I think I once tried something like that... excurs...I think I once tried something like that... excursion, no supplies. Yeah. You live, you learn, you never ever do it again because it scars you for life. <BR/><BR/>Glad you lived to tell the tale... especially of the hen with a penis. Now THAT makes the petting zoo kinda fun.Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586323120994967027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-64564001084136108782008-05-23T10:58:00.000-04:002008-05-23T10:58:00.000-04:00You are brave, oh snack-less one.You are brave, oh snack-less one.Run ANChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088821030860597465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-18200452926697681972008-05-23T10:42:00.000-04:002008-05-23T10:42:00.000-04:00Oh shee-it. The adopted laugh. I spent (what felt ...Oh shee-it. The adopted laugh. I spent (what felt like years but was in reality only) months hissing at Cass 'That's NOT YOUR LAUGH. I like YOUR laugh. Where is my little boy? Because he doesn't laugh like THAT.'<BR/><BR/>Yes, total and complete Mommy love - except when he sounds like a cross between a whooping crane and a motorboat.....<BR/><BR/>And I am FOREVER forgetting that a fun day out means tired kids that need naps, and an ASTOUNDED when suddenly one will FREAK THE HELL OUT and I realize - whoops, the nice-baby meter? It just RAN OUT.Jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17308665452575511461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-55898684605330218592008-05-23T10:20:00.000-04:002008-05-23T10:20:00.000-04:00Hate packing. Haaaaate. And somehow my kids have g...Hate packing. Haaaaate. And somehow my kids have gotten the idea that snacks are ESSENTIAL for the 5-minute trip between school and home.Mayberryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14342826784650208124noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-41965954512907350722008-05-23T09:50:00.000-04:002008-05-23T09:50:00.000-04:00I can't pack for #@I$!I feel your pain.I can't pack for #@I$!<BR/><BR/>I feel your pain.toyfotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17925976386177377987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-7679180930460425472008-05-23T09:25:00.000-04:002008-05-23T09:25:00.000-04:00Have I mentioned that KayTar screams, "Help me! Do...Have I mentioned that KayTar screams, "Help me! Don't take me! It's an emergency!" any time I suggest things that she isn't agreeable to? Like getting the car? I'm sure the cops will be called on me very soon.<BR/><BR/>She does it at home, too. Especially when we suggest she might like to eat something. SIGH.<BR/><BR/>I feel your temperamental toddler pains.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24927410.post-5185134526006513152008-05-23T07:19:00.000-04:002008-05-23T07:19:00.000-04:00Wow. You lived to tell that story? I am fortunat...Wow. You lived to tell that story? <BR/><BR/>I am fortunate enough to have married someone who overpacks for everything. We always have spare this or extra that, no matter if we're going for a weekend, or to the grocery store.<BR/><BR/>It's kinda scary to think about my life with a preschooler if I were the one in charge, actually.SciFi Dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10479890087443823197noreply@blogger.com