tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post49139793264968284..comments2024-03-26T00:13:50.146-07:00Comments on sugar city journal: It's my Birthday!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06107874472168573211noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-78287091087804100012008-10-20T18:02:00.000-07:002008-10-20T18:02:00.000-07:00I realize the contest has ended, but I enjoyed rea...I realize the contest has ended, but I enjoyed reading through everyone's stories and they jogged a memory for me. <BR/><BR/>I used to run an online bookdealing business, and was very proud of purchasing my own domain. I was homeschooling my daughter, so allowed her webspace to build her own website, with stories she had written, favorite links and pictures. She maintained it for several years, and since it had links to her favorite websites, it was her homepage when her computer started up. <BR/><BR/>When she was about 7 or 8 I decided to no longer maintain the website and let the domain expire. Since her website was part of that domain, when she opened her computer she'd get a "website not found" message. It has only been like that for a few days and I was intending to change her homepage but hadn't gotten to it (sheer laziness, how long does it take? a minute or two?) Anyway, one day she started up her computer and I heard her say uh, mom? And she's staring at her computer. <BR/><BR/>Apparently a porn company had bought the domain name I'd been using (dragonflybooks? not sure what the rationale was), and now her computer had opened up to I swear 50 thumbnails of couples in various sex acts. I stared for a few seconds in horror, leaped at the computer and closed the page. And then immediately changed her homepage to something new.Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11879927963858160523noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-29121996584454873402008-10-20T15:48:00.000-07:002008-10-20T15:48:00.000-07:00happy, happy belated birthday lynne. i love seein...happy, happy belated birthday lynne. i love seeing that photo of you! such a lovely shot.<BR/>xoxoxJoslynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02355764179533604630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-34168996730261279352008-10-19T18:17:00.000-07:002008-10-19T18:17:00.000-07:00happy bday! wish I was in california to swing by a...happy bday! wish I was in california to swing by and take YOUR kids for the day so you could go to a movie all by yourself. and also for a little sunshine.<BR/><BR/>as to stories, of course I don't have any. unless you count the time 6 neighbors called because george (age 5) was on top of the light pole out back (the really tall street kind of light pole), or the time isaac, who was 2 and having trouble mixing his "f"s up with his "tr"s kept yelling "I want my TRUCK!" from the second row in church. or maybe when cath's teacher called a few weeks ago for me to come pick her up early from school on account of the comb she had hopelessly tangled into the entire front half of her hair while "getting stylish" in the bathroom (bringin' back the 80's bangs-halfway-across-your-scalp. beautiful.) or every single kid during their toddler years drinking from the toilet with various cups, caps, and spoons. or perhaps the time isaac climbed onto the small wobbly table which promptly keeled over launching him, a large potted aloe vera plant, and a pan full of cream of wheat all over the kitchen floor. dirt and glue is almost as good as flour, sugar and toilet paper. but it has nothing on sweeping with doll hair. oh la la lauren, you are a good woman.<BR/><BR/>I haven't pulled out I Capture the Castle in ages. but now that I've relived all those lovely memories, I think it is time . . .allydruhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681832709393778260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-74115842842611010992008-10-19T15:16:00.000-07:002008-10-19T15:16:00.000-07:00Freckled Hen - I have SO been there, too! Why must...Freckled Hen - I have SO been there, too! Why must the worst word of all rhyme with "duck"?!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06107874472168573211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-29130733537333421082008-10-19T12:03:00.000-07:002008-10-19T12:03:00.000-07:00I realized lately I have started to accept these m...I realized lately I have started to accept these mothering moments as they happen with no more hysteria and shock, when I start to feel that out of body I-can't-believe-this-is happening feeling I push past it and gather what few wits I have left to step back into normalcy. My five kids are spread in age (16 to nearly 2), they create mayhem just sitting in the car. Friday in Hobby Lobby as I was looking through the pattern books (greatly looking forward to by the way as they were on sale) was sitting with two proper looking women who were adoring my youngest two with an old fashioned eye twinkle. The youngest who was acting adorable passed a rather loud volume of gas and interupted my silent bliss of sewing designer wannabe, I barely looked up to see the horrid look on their faces. Luckily Molly, age five, didn't explode with laughter and I recovered thinking to myself how mature of us not to laugh. Molly began rhyming words (her latest feat) I heard her voice echoing in my head "duck", "truck", "luck"...and all too late realized where this was heading. She said the dreaded word too loud, in my mind it was like she was on the store loud speaker. I gave up on the patterns and took the two precious babes home where they could fart and swear in peace.Freckled Henhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13214921876047156786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-73563031077128272562008-10-19T09:16:00.000-07:002008-10-19T09:16:00.000-07:00Happy Birthday from a fellow October baby!! I lov...Happy Birthday from a fellow October baby!! I love this time of year, and not just for my birthday!<BR/><BR/>Here is one of my better days...as written by my culprit son.<BR/><BR/>If Two-year-olds could Blog…<BR/><BR/>After a long day of doing my usual deeds—pouring syrup on the couch, yes, couch.... But I better back track a little. Just so you all know, I've figured out how to get the fridge lock open. So I just go in there whenever I want something, get the item I need, and then lock the fridge back up. It's a great system, really. Although, I can't get the upper cabinet locks undone to get into the jar of peanut butter anymore. That's a bummer. I really like eating peanut butter straight out of the jar with my hands. But back to the syrup—I poured it all over Mom’s couch and she was not happy. I got put in my room for that one.<BR/><BR/>Anyway, I also found scissors and cut up straws into little tiny pieces today. That was really cool. I haven't ever done that before, but since Mom cuts the straws down to size when we have hot chocolate it really wasn't all that hard to figure out. And someone is always leaving scissors around the house for me to find.<BR/><BR/>After more of that I guess she could tell that I needed to recharge my batteries so she locked me in my room for a nap. I found a nice cozy spot where no one would bother me so I could make the most of my time. I got under my bed (twinsize bunk), behind the rolled up play carpet and fell promptly asleep. It was awesome! No one could even find me for awhile. That was the point. Us two year olds do need some alone time. Hope everyone had as good of a day as I did. <BR/> <BR/>Love, C<BR/><BR/>Luckily for this kid the couch cushion did come off so I could wash it. However, it was a bit nerve wracking to come look for him in his LOCKED room after all was cleaned up and I couldn't find him. Considering all the other cool stuff he had figured out to do by this age I thought for sure he had done a Houdini out of his room somehow. <BR/><BR/>But no, he had just fallen asleep under his bed, clear back up against the wall, and behind a play carpet. It took me awhile to actually find him. I have a darling picture of him under there just to remind me that "this too shall pass".<BR/><BR/>This son is almost 3 now and he still does "fun" things like this.Renaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10930260405339838511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-86684581602457764442008-10-18T04:07:00.000-07:002008-10-18T04:07:00.000-07:00Belated happy birthday, I hope you had a wonderful...Belated happy birthday, I hope you had a wonderful day :)<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately my worst/most embarassing parenting story is a little 'blue' (it involved a dog and a very large tattoed skinhead getting on the bus *sigh*) It still makes me cringe, although I can laugh about it now, but I wouldn't want to possibly offend anyone.<BR/><BR/>One of the cutest (for me at least) is that I was upstairs folding washing and noticed it had gone *really* quiet. <BR/><BR/>I went downstairs to see what the boys were up to and found themselves trying to stick their hair back on with glue... <BR/><BR/>For dd it has to be, "Daddy, I've been really helpful and cleaned the bathroom."<BR/><BR/>"That's lovely."<BR/><BR/>"With your toothbrush."<BR/><BR/>Perhaps not so lovely then...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-25857175555740105292008-10-18T00:05:00.000-07:002008-10-18T00:05:00.000-07:00happy birthday, lynne! i just wanted to say that, ...happy birthday, lynne! i just wanted to say that, and tell you how much i enjoy your blog.<BR/>we share the same birthday. hope it was a great one for you!melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16999231815629576276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-42030137497513861412008-10-17T20:13:00.000-07:002008-10-17T20:13:00.000-07:00Here’s one of the MANY stories I could think of: I...Here’s one of the MANY stories I could think of: I was driving home from somewhere and Emily wanted to stop at the park across the street from our house. So rather than go home first and walking to the park, I decided to just park the car at the park. When it was time to go home, Emily (being 2) had a complete and total flailing tantrum. I picked her up and carried her to the car, but she was thrashing around so violently that I literally could not get her into her car seat. I tried to force her in with my knees even, I think, but I could not get her in. So, I went to plan B: I left the car at the park and started walking home, carrying Emily. She was not happy about that either and proceeded to throw up on me (this is something she could do on command.) So, picture me, walking down the sidewalk with a thrashing, screaming beast of a child, trailing barf the whole way. I was sweating just trying to hold on to her and probably crying myself. Not a pretty picture. It was the longest block I’ve ever had to walk.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13356089277084384742noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-31494845817138846992008-10-17T18:33:00.000-07:002008-10-17T18:33:00.000-07:00oh I LOVE this idea! Happy Birthday and what a bea...oh I LOVE this idea! Happy Birthday and what a beautiful picture!<BR/><BR/>My story is crazy enough to not be told while people are eating. One afternoon shortly after my second babe was born I found myself with two simultaneous nappers. To my absolute delight I went upstairs into my bedroom, pulled out my easel, and dug into an oil painting I had put off for ages. I couldn't believe my luck. An hour and a half into their naps I snuck downstairs to check outside their doors for signs of life. Not a peep. "whoo-hooh!" I thought. Maybe I would even get another hour of painting in. My husband was working from home and it was nearing five o clock so I poured myself a glass of wine and turned on Joni Mitchell. The world was mine...it was on a string.<BR/>About ten minutes later my husband came upstairs and asked me if I had used some Gold Bond powder in the bathroom. "huh?..no. Weird" I thought and returned to my bliss. Ten more minutes later I went down for a bathroom break. The bathroom in our house is connected to my older sons room and I just happened to look down and notice some movement in the light coming from his window. I opened the door to see my son looking guiltily at me and he said "look Mama! I flung it!" It was dark enough in the room for me to not notice the mayhem at first. And then I saw it.<BR/><BR/>1) His diaper had been a)filled with poop b) taken off and thrown into the floor c) but not before be scooped out his poop and began to smear it EVERYWHERE he could possibly think to smear it. I "flung" it referred to the glob he had tossed against the far wall of his nursery. <BR/>2) believe it or not this was just the "first" coat. He had then found the Costco Jug of Vaseline, popped the lid and smeared it on top of his dresser, inside of his drawers (as if it was a fine polishing solution), across the lower half of the windows, inside of his own shoes (!!)<BR/>3) But why stop at horrendous when you can almost touch on the absolutely unthinkable--maybe not even captures in cinema- finishing detail. He grabbed the Baby Powder (also Costco size) and basically jumped himself into oblivion dispensing every last puff and cloud of powder that mongo jug had to offer. The room was unidentifiable. IT looked like a toilet/ the blob/ bakery had exploded all over everything. The look on Jude's face was one of absolute delight. I was livid and he had just experienced on of the most intense "creative" spasms of his 2 1/2 years on the planet so far. I think I yelled myself blue before my husband finally grabbed the rubber gloves off my hands and sent me into the other room to sit outside and have "another glass wine". Even though I almost lost my mind, I kind of would give a big hunk of cash to see a video of Jude in the midst of all of that action. incredible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-29717670405026735352008-10-17T18:13:00.000-07:002008-10-17T18:13:00.000-07:00I LOVE I capture the Castle!!How creative, hair as...I LOVE I capture the Castle!!<BR/><BR/>How creative, hair as a broom! who would've thought!??andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04566011281613613900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-53488505968946499412008-10-17T10:46:00.000-07:002008-10-17T10:46:00.000-07:00While on the phone with my sister one day, I went ...While on the phone with my sister one day, I went to check on my diaper-less toddler (we were potty training.) The horror that met me is indescribable. He had paraded all of his Little People animals and people through his accident. There were tiny poopy footprints EVERYWHERE! We did have a casualty that day, the Little People kangaroo didn't make it out alive. <BR/>What is amazing to me now is that I was calling my sister to complain about the bad day that I was already having.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-38759996679947407962008-10-17T09:45:00.000-07:002008-10-17T09:45:00.000-07:00oops, sorry, i want to change my entry to this one...oops, sorry, i want to change my entry to this one, instead. this is for all you moms out there who have children who are freaked out by life-size mascots. how could i have forgotten this?<BR/>http://jamesbessrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturday-happenings.html<BR/>-bess :)james and besshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08330516058036735649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-40586136740349312402008-10-17T09:36:00.000-07:002008-10-17T09:36:00.000-07:00okay, so my story doesn't include poo or hair-cutt...okay, so my story doesn't include poo or hair-cutting (those stories were HILARIOUS, by the way, especially the one with the dad and the shoe store), but it was my latest memorable adventure, accentuated by the fact that my husband was in china at the time. good times!<BR/>http://jamesbessrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-we-had-two-notable-adventures-one.html<BR/>-bess :)james and besshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08330516058036735649noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-89869984981653124972008-10-17T09:02:00.000-07:002008-10-17T09:02:00.000-07:00Take a look and I will share two of the moments wh...Take a look and I will share two of the moments when I knew I was "Mom of teh Year." The other moments shall remain locked away in my brain...suppressed is more like it!!!!<BR/><BR/>http://justmetammy.blogspot.com/tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06089105047115114848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-26114024135206981062008-10-17T08:43:00.000-07:002008-10-17T08:43:00.000-07:00Shortly after having baby number five I had this e...Shortly after having baby number five I had this experience with my 6 year old. It was late afternoon and I was very tired and I accidently fell asleep. My husband was in the house (working in his office) so all was well. Or so I thought. When I woke up an hour later the whole house was very quiet. Suspiciously so. I wandered around looking for everybody and all the kids bar one were fast asleep in their beds. This was very unusual and I kept looking for my 6 year old. I found her in the kitchen. She was gliding over our vinyl floor. She said, "Look Mum I'm ice skating!". Which was very strange because we didn't have ice and she was definitely gliding. She went on to explain that now I didn't have to take her ice skating because she was having the experience without me having to go out of my way for her. I was furious and speechless, so she reiterated her kindness to me and explained how she made her "ice". It just took one tub of margarine which she spread all over our kitchen floor and now it was an ice skating surface which she would willingly share with everyone. (Funnily enough "everyone" had seen her start on this and all decided that going to their beds would be the best way of staying out of trouble!) I regained the power of speech and began to explain to her (okay, SHOUT to her) that this was not appropriate behaviour! This brought my husband running and he sent both her and me to bed because he could see that in my sleep deprived state I was not able to successfully mother this child! I was furious, but soon fell asleep again and didn't wake (except for feeds) again till morning. My husband had cleaned up the mess and discussed her behaviour with our 6 year old. This was 16 years ago and she still remembers what fun it was ice skating in our kitchen. She was a most frustrating child to parent because she never saw what she was doing as wrong, just different from what we wanted. All's well that ends well however as she has just returned home from serving a mission. (Phew! Lucky she made it to adulthood! It was touch and go a few times there!!!)Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02611233587655427186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-89777313946076174552008-10-17T08:28:00.000-07:002008-10-17T08:28:00.000-07:00My memory fails me as, my kids are now much older,...My memory fails me as, my kids are now much older, so I'll just say happy birthday to a fellow Libra/October blogger :)Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02026706261655333994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-51090629359670527612008-10-17T06:32:00.000-07:002008-10-17T06:32:00.000-07:00Happy Birthday, Lynne. Love your blog! Oh, and I...Happy Birthday, Lynne. Love your blog! Oh, and I think I knew Lauren when they lived in Boston--our husbands were both at HBS. Anyway, with twins I also have a few doozies to share. Let's see, I think the craziest was when they discovered the delights of petroleum jelly. One super busy school morning I was helping my oldest daughter get ready for school while my husband was getting ready for work and the twins (2 yrs. old) were supposedly playing nicely in the living room. We were ready to rush out the door when I looked in on them and they were literally ice skating in a pool of petroleum jelly on our hardwood floors. Now, I don't usually leave petroleum jelly lying around and I don't think they had ever even seen petroleum jelly before, but somehow they felt the lure of that extra large jar! I had just bought a new container and put it up on a shelf out of their way. Apparently they boosted one another up to the shelf, pulled it down and took huge handful-size scoops to smear all over the floor and each other's bodies and hair. Needless to say, we were late to school and my husband went late to work so he could help clean up the disaster. It took me over three days and multiple baths to get the petroleum jelly out of their hair! It was a defining moment in my parenting where I decided it was either a chance to scream and cry or just accept the chaos and have a good laugh. I chose to laugh about it and that has made all the difference!Janikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13624135916061444439noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-21052269150106451692008-10-17T06:25:00.000-07:002008-10-17T06:25:00.000-07:00Okay, I thought of one...We were sitting around th...Okay, I thought of one...<BR/>We were sitting around the Thanksgiving table at my in laws. Three of our families had small children. I was enjoying my Thanksgiving feast, but needed to use the restroom. When I went into the bathroom I noticed that the trash can was FILLED with blonde hair. All the children were around playing and I said to my S-I-L, in a very SMUG way, "I think one of YOUR children cut their hair..." She looked around and saw all three of her kids with full heads of hair. Then my little guy, who had had the most adorable bowl step cut, came up with A REVERSED MOHAWK! All I could do was scream "you look sooo ugly" which my M-I-L still will not let me live down. I was in such denial that it took me two days to take him in to get his head shaved. I really, really loved his bowl-step cut. Looking back, it is not really the fact that he cut his hair. It really was the way I reacted and the "my child would never cut their hair" attitude that makes this story so funny. How would you have reacted?<BR/>♥JenAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14606670867237509659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-16205941029022530412008-10-17T06:24:00.000-07:002008-10-17T06:24:00.000-07:00Happy Birthday! What a fun way to remember all th...Happy Birthday! What a fun way to remember all those frustratingly hilarious times. Mine is too long to leave here. But you can read about it here. http://pumpkinheadbabyco.blogspot.com/2007/08/naptime-for-2-yr-old-is-not-just-for.htmlPumpkin Head Baby Cohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08253974878665630113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-41490591067530247322008-10-17T01:34:00.000-07:002008-10-17T01:34:00.000-07:00Happy birthday, a little late...Beautiful picture!...Happy birthday, a little late...<BR/>Beautiful picture!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-25028513411188965202008-10-16T20:37:00.000-07:002008-10-16T20:37:00.000-07:00I'm not a mom, but I am a teacher and these are hi...I'm not a mom, but I am a teacher and these are hilarious, glad-it-wasn't-me stories....keep your chins up, and happy birthday!Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05468422056345875269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-83689309137941080072008-10-16T20:33:00.000-07:002008-10-16T20:33:00.000-07:00Happy birthday Lynne!!Okay, since my baby is only ...Happy birthday Lynne!!<BR/><BR/>Okay, since my baby is only almost 6 months old, I havent' had any truly embarrassing parenting moments yet. Unless you count my water breaking on a Friday and me not going to the hospital (or even calling the doctor) until the following Monday afternoon?<BR/><BR/>Please consider me for the drawing anyway?Janellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10851454323588239492noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-76902209374075821572008-10-16T19:36:00.000-07:002008-10-16T19:36:00.000-07:00Happy Birthday!I had a doozy today - my 21 month o...Happy Birthday!<BR/>I had a doozy today - my 21 month old heard me say that we (shouldn't have used that pronoun) were going to change his pooey nappy (diaper for you Americans) before his nap. I come out of the kitchen and my very proud 1 year old has somehow taken off his nappy from underneath his overalls (all in one with braces - we call this overalls in Australia). It is now messily hanging off one ankle. He has also wee-ed on his clothes, and has picked up the pants he wears for his nap (great thinking ahead) and managed to wee on that too. He then tries to help me as I try to clean him up, and squarely plants his foot in the middle of the dirty nappy. I didn't know whether to be proud or upset at such independence...Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05400747412761753914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1356332869012029488.post-51956608469618451182008-10-16T19:19:00.000-07:002008-10-16T19:19:00.000-07:00Happy birthday, and great stories! Our most humbl...Happy birthday, and great stories! Our most humbling moment as parents happened just after I had our second child. My son was just over two at the time and had not quite figured out the rules of potty training. I was recovering from a week of my own stomach virus - just what a nursing mom of a 2 mos old and a 2 year old needs - so when my husband asked if he could take our son on a run and shoe shopping, I jumped at the chance to send the newborn along as well. Thinking of this as a rare chance to fit in a run, and being a novice daddy of two, my husband arrived at the shoe store with both kids only to realize that the stroller wouldn't fit in the store and he had no pockets to carry his cell phone and wallet or baby carrier to facilitate carrying the infant. Determined to make do, he balanced the wobbly headed baby in one arm and his device/wallet in the other arm while running after our pinball of a son who was already 4 feet ahead, rifling through boxes, pulling shoes off the shelf... Frantically straightening in the wake of our son, at some point my husband looked up to find he'd lost the 2 year-old. Thankfully, another shopper pointed my husband to our son, now poised in the doorway of the store with his pants at his ankles. Peeing. Humiliated, my husband rushed to the front of the store at unhuman pace, with the bobbly headed infant, wallet and phone all precariously balanced in his arms. By the time he reached the front of the store, our son was pooping. Knowing he hadn't considered this a possibility and so didn't have a diaper or a stitch of wet wipes in the stroller - it was after all supposed to be a 30 minute trip - immediately ducked into the now long line at the cashier to ask for something to clean up the mess. At this point our son is standing in his "wipe-me" position with bare poopy bottom high in the air yelling "Daaaaah-ddy! Daaaah-ddy!"<BR/><BR/>We've become HUGE zappos.com fans as a result of that experience. Two years later, we can still make out the discoloration on the pavement at the store front.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com