tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post7206629295124560114..comments2023-10-17T08:29:42.738-04:00Comments on Empty Nest: I Can Top ThatEmpty Nesterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14060983954463697344noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-64345786296177100582014-01-04T11:41:26.397-05:002014-01-04T11:41:26.397-05:00Of course there are always tales, lots of them. We...Of course there are always tales, lots of them. We sit around and laugh our heads off now, but then well, it was different. My son did say he was telling one of the stories to the guys at work and they asked for my number so they could call his Mom and they would beat up my son for me. I thought it was hilarious. <br />I much enjoy reading your stories. because I do think yours top mine every Farm Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00998621464797636686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-63759559947724243232014-01-03T18:59:31.596-05:002014-01-03T18:59:31.596-05:00Terri- That is the easy way for sure. What a lovel...Terri- That is the easy way for sure. What a lovely woman to want that for her family. So selfless!<br /><br />Plum- It's not as hard as you think. You just have to be ready and focused. <br /><br />Cathy- Sounds like a camping trip we took when I was growing up. And one of my brothers threw up. The odor was...well, you know. LOL<br /><br />Christine- Yes, they will be laughing one day! Just Empty Nesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14060983954463697344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-71554966803443543212014-01-03T18:38:07.638-05:002014-01-03T18:38:07.638-05:00Honestly, I can't remember any horror stories ...Honestly, I can't remember any horror stories with Mike. He was such a great kid and we took trips all over together while Rich worked. Now when I was a kid, it was usually me puking all over the back seat because I got carsick always and we had relatives in and over the mountains of WV or Upstate NY. Or me having accidents because my father was too stubborn to stop and let me pee somewhere.BBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09432729957196570774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-77861339790467698242014-01-03T16:50:15.087-05:002014-01-03T16:50:15.087-05:00The war wounds of parenthood! I came home from del...The war wounds of parenthood! I came home from delivering my 3rd son on my first born's 7th birthday. The party was scheduled (the baby was 2 weeks late, thank you), everything organized. Luckily my sister was in town to help out so she did the party at one of those ceramic painting places. Only the pizza place forgot to deliver the food to the ceramics place, so the kids at the party didn&#Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02690015877256719782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-55542038044753562692014-01-03T16:23:05.325-05:002014-01-03T16:23:05.325-05:00Ha!!! I had just Mike and our family vacations wer...Ha!!! I had just Mike and our family vacations were awesome! Mike slept any time the car moved. Wide awake and ready to roll when not. So can you guess how many miles we travel at night instead of motels. Parents a bit sleepy but hey a quiet happy car.<br />Blessings Pam!Deb and Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02101962268815611753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-88134848411508104502014-01-03T01:26:12.963-05:002014-01-03T01:26:12.963-05:00If my parents were still alive they could tell you...If my parents were still alive they could tell you about the time my younger brother & I (aged 5 and 3) decided to paint ourselves with the tar left behind when the workers went to lunch. It was not a pretty result and it involved a lot of Dutch Cleanser and a can of gas. We lived. My kids were dreams next to me and my bro. Stephanie Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03206167025245206754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-27181655994860895242014-01-02T23:19:59.888-05:002014-01-02T23:19:59.888-05:00I laugh, too, when I hear the stories. No matter ...I laugh, too, when I hear the stories. No matter how horrible the parent telling the story thinks it is, we seasoned parents know that mom will be laughing some day.<br />Our kids are pros at vomiting in the most impressive way possible. Our daughter once managed to cover a stairwell with her spew, all 30 stairs and 20 foot walls, top to bottom. <br />One threw up in church just one month ago.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-25172836337391320672014-01-02T23:13:43.465-05:002014-01-02T23:13:43.465-05:00Puking kids - the biggest nightmare of them all. I...Puking kids - the biggest nightmare of them all. I probably can't top your kid-nightmare-travel stories, but there was this one camping trip ... we were to be gone for a week. The very first morning I woke up to the unmistakeable smell of vomit. I looked over at the boys and Sam had puked hotdog skins and orange soda pop all over himself, his sleeping bag and his big brother.<br /><br />ThereCathy Olliffe-Websterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12729578896443750402noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-47424435447154390572014-01-02T22:04:41.775-05:002014-01-02T22:04:41.775-05:00I don't have kids, and I don't know how pa...I don't have kids, and I don't know how parents cope with traveling with kids (no matter how few/many)!PlumPetalshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16879841900594034234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2600608370084874699.post-716805901109615982014-01-02T21:58:03.683-05:002014-01-02T21:58:03.683-05:00I got my kids the easy way. I married their dad wh...I got my kids the easy way. I married their dad when they were 20 and 16. Blessed that they were good students, hard workers and responsible. Blessed. But they had watched their mom die from cancer, and she told everyone, including them, that she wanted Joe to find someone and marry again - and that they should trust him and be happy. Blessed.Terri Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15333024343069943295noreply@blogger.com