tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post3368450379121831884..comments2023-10-20T19:51:28.537+08:00Comments on I Am Woman, See Me Blog!: ProgenyLizzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02612798054079065399noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-27180859502870701562008-04-24T11:40:00.000+08:002008-04-24T11:40:00.000+08:00That's a sweet story!Funny translation too.My .02G...That's a sweet story!<BR/><BR/>Funny translation too.<BR/><BR/>My .02<BR/><BR/>GregAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-86792447064600024522008-04-22T03:41:00.000+08:002008-04-22T03:41:00.000+08:00Bud Good question, indeed. It's a two-way street. ...<B>Bud</B> Good question, indeed. It's a two-way street. <BR/><BR/><B>Photo</B>: Thank you! They are adorable. Now pass me the Bailey's.<BR/><BR/><B>Trav</B>: Steal away! Cheers, my buddy.<BR/><BR/><B>Tif</B>: Thanks for dropping in. So glad you can relate, sister!<BR/><BR/><B>DaddyP</B>: I would beat my breast in time to your breaking of wind...but I don't have boobs, just mosquito bites.<BR/><BR/><B>Sidney</B>: Nooo, kids don't grow up. They'll always be our babies. Even when they're old and grey.<BR/><BR/><B>H</B>: So glad for the smile-in-the-head smile, dear sis. Now when will I be godmother to little H's? :-)<BR/><BR/><B>Puss</B>: Thanks. Yep, they're either smiling or playing a practical joke.<BR/><BR/><B>Bond</B>: Thanks...and, oh yes! Little crazy asses. What would we do without them?<BR/><BR/><B>Sognatrice</B>: Thank you. Grazie? So good to see you here, lovely one.<BR/><BR/><B>Citizen</B>: Thanks! That they most certainly are.Lizzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02612798054079065399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-59721373011175449352008-04-21T10:14:00.000+08:002008-04-21T10:14:00.000+08:00What a terrific photo of you and the kids. They a...What a terrific photo of you and the kids. They are a blessing, aren't they?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-6263297752660170722008-04-18T22:03:00.000+08:002008-04-18T22:03:00.000+08:00Aw :) Heart melting....Aw :) Heart melting....Michelle | Bleeding Espressohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13578703393987896737noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-18018012037989575282008-04-17T22:23:00.000+08:002008-04-17T22:23:00.000+08:00Ah our kids...you love them to death and sometimes...Ah our kids...you love them to death and sometimes want to put them to death...LOL<BR/><BR/>I had never seen that picture before...It is wonderful...Vinny "Bond" Marinihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07033455144526676371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-6472971761672727562008-04-17T19:13:00.000+08:002008-04-17T19:13:00.000+08:00Aw, that's lovely. The angels were smiling on you....Aw, that's lovely. The angels were smiling on you.<BR/><BR/>PussGlamourpusshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01450175254756849062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-85013000433268044142008-04-17T16:35:00.000+08:002008-04-17T16:35:00.000+08:00Hug Lizza. All your children sound lovely. Really ...Hug Lizza. <BR/>All your children sound lovely. Really lovely. The credit surely goes to you and their dad for bringing them up to be such warm quirky adorable individuals. <BR/><BR/>Stay smiling my dear. You made me smile that deep-in-the-head smile, with this one. <BR/><BR/>And the picture is to die for!Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15557492407687365362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-29251443223159575962008-04-17T14:41:00.000+08:002008-04-17T14:41:00.000+08:00We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all gro...We've had bad luck with our kids - they've all grown up.<BR/>-Christopher Morley-Sidneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02495108366627361182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-34658570627603958592008-04-17T13:59:00.000+08:002008-04-17T13:59:00.000+08:00Nice photee Lizza.See, I've told you to stop moani...Nice photee Lizza.<BR/><BR/>See, I've told you to stop moaning before. Count your blessings like I do ...... for instance there's ....? ....or ......? ..... mmmm?<BR/><BR/>*sob* *wail* *breast beating*<BR/><BR/>oooo ...... just remembered my wooden leg! ....... that's better.<BR/><BR/>*hum* *sing* *break wind in celebration*Daddy Papersurferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06229588740716431666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-73303788986331857132008-04-17T12:22:00.000+08:002008-04-17T12:22:00.000+08:00I came upon your blog through a series of links......I came upon your blog through a series of links...funny how that happens...but I needed to leave this comment...<BR/><BR/>I hear ya sister!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-17673290456117437032008-04-17T10:29:00.000+08:002008-04-17T10:29:00.000+08:00Crazy ass batshit? I'm so using that.Cheers!Crazy ass batshit? I'm so using that.<BR/><BR/>Cheers!Travis Codyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06192526507760146748noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-68372759152386504012008-04-17T07:41:00.000+08:002008-04-17T07:41:00.000+08:00Oh lizza, you have a wonderful looking brood. You...Oh lizza, you have a wonderful looking brood. You are so lucky, girl. Sorry about your shitty day, it's contagious actually, at least three of us here at work are feeling just like you do (and I got no little hands wrapped around my middle to get me through the day). A little Bailey's will help my mood :=)Photo Cachehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17734663922538063553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-56786871693993925692008-04-17T07:25:00.000+08:002008-04-17T07:25:00.000+08:00Children have a way of giving you perspective. Are...Children have a way of giving you perspective. Are you raising them or are they raising you? Ah, that IS the question...<BR/><BR/>Great post!Bud Weiser, WTIThttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02333989186132063905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-5221757138979478282008-04-17T06:01:00.000+08:002008-04-17T06:01:00.000+08:00They are my salvation, Mims. The mini-me is so min...They are my salvation, Mims. The mini-me is so mini-me, it's scary sometimes.Lizzahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02612798054079065399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-7570631204420017442008-04-17T05:56:00.000+08:002008-04-17T05:56:00.000+08:00oops....that should read "said" not "waid"Sigh.oops....that should read "said" not "waid"<BR/>Sigh.Mimi Lenoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01616635898420835541noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666117.post-79313012268474593332008-04-17T05:55:00.000+08:002008-04-17T05:55:00.000+08:00Aww...I love when you talk about your children. It...Aww...I love when you talk about your children. It is true. One little kiss on the cheek from them and you forget everything wrong in your world. I loved this part....<I>"wrapped her arms around my midriff...and waid "I love you, Mama" over and over again. Just because."</I><BR/><BR/>The mini-you?<BR/>What a lucky young lady.Mimi Lenoxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01616635898420835541noreply@blogger.com