tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post5656843352514297207..comments2023-04-26T05:12:29.804-04:00Comments on an army of ermas: Love Means Never Having to Say “That Was Me You Kicked In the Head Last Night”weeghostieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05784292070517987961noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-7274261613888356272011-03-01T08:55:03.130-05:002011-03-01T08:55:03.130-05:00Ah yes, I remember those days! And this is why God...Ah yes, I remember those days! And this is why God makes them cute. :) I have found however, that they reap what they sow, as my son is experiencing this joy with his son...Karen Langehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18177923284595298347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-57521681058685630042011-02-25T23:40:54.105-05:002011-02-25T23:40:54.105-05:00Both of my daughters were squirmy sleepers. My eld...Both of my daughters were squirmy sleepers. My eldest, who is now 18, would climb into bed with me around the age of three and rub her feet up and down my legs in the night. It was like waking up next to a warm, soft octopus. Then my youngest is a bed hog, who has mastered that whole "elbow to mom's kidney" routine. Doesn't even wake up when I'm yowling in pain at 2 am -- just snorts and rolls over.Patti Wigingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08241392570238433440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-3858558910676002742011-02-25T21:56:50.247-05:002011-02-25T21:56:50.247-05:00Why is it always the cute ones? When he was just a...Why is it always the cute ones? When he was just a bundle of precious, mine with the blonde hair and dimples used to climb in bed with me, fall asleep, and immediately spin sideways. It's like he was miniature Chuck Norris by night.Amy Mullishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09650408133826832302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-87994286714454295052011-02-25T13:48:12.506-05:002011-02-25T13:48:12.506-05:00This only reinforces my firm belief that children ...This only reinforces my firm belief that children are evil, and my cagy decision to not have any was a good one.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07123379306124169092noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-42485965737842946872011-02-25T13:36:37.201-05:002011-02-25T13:36:37.201-05:00My husband and son tag team me. My son sneaks in ...My husband and son tag team me. My son sneaks in and pushes me towards the center of the bed so there is no escape route. Then as my husband snores and turns over clocking me in the head with an elbow while my son stretched and socks me in the stomach. Really, It's like a well choreographed violent ballet.Elissa Newtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05895798949813158349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-90054956078038536342011-02-25T11:56:45.772-05:002011-02-25T11:56:45.772-05:00Last week we went to visit my mom for two days and...Last week we went to visit my mom for two days and I had to sleep with my daughter. Ugh. She's horrible! It's shocking that such little people can cause such harm in their sleep.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-17305112660222838842011-02-25T10:34:25.210-05:002011-02-25T10:34:25.210-05:00Oh, I know just what you mean. I've got two of...Oh, I know just what you mean. I've got two of those in my house. And if you were to see them during the day, you wouldn't suspect a thing.Angie Muresanhttp://www.angiemuresan.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3475732294480121490.post-22801281857329611952011-02-25T09:03:43.082-05:002011-02-25T09:03:43.082-05:00Poor little thing.... oh, and you too..... Very re...Poor little thing.... oh, and you too..... Very restless sleeper. :O)Dianehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07604687906788800639noreply@blogger.com