citymouse
mommy to a mouselet
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Lozza, hope you get some rest!
Blessing, welcome! How lovely to have our "listeners" out and joining in the fun. And we don't have to worry if you'll like us, the way we would if it were a new person to the thread, because we definitely would have scared you away by now if you weren't up to the challenge.
Welcome back, kaz! Great tips, thank you!
MsC, huge hugs about your dad. Glad it was "just" pneumonia, though that's plenty serious, especially in someone who's unwell. Glad E is being so cooperative and letting you spend plenty of quality time with your dad while he's on the mend.
Skadi, ooh, your story about the ghostie thing sounds creepy. I'd definitely call a priest... they shouldn't think you're crazy, all of that stuff is in their line of work!
WT, hurray for little P (it was P, right?) flipping over!
Glowie, I used to have carpal tunnel when I was an assistant and spent all day typing. I would ice my forearms, 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off, and that would help a lot.
Cuppie, you poor thing! Worrying that they're not getting enough food is scary. But mixing bm/f sounds like a great plan. It may not be that he doesn't like the flavor but just that it's foreign to him. So if you ease into it he'll probably have no problem! Good luck.
I hear you all on Christmas gifts. My mom is a horrible overbuyer. One year she got my sister's kids so much stuff that they got bored and wanted to stop opening presents. I've told her ONE niceish gift... but even that is a problem, because she wants to give G "special" stuff that she'll cherish forever, and I'm like... if you get her one heirloom for her birthday and one for Christmas every year, by the time she's 18 she'll have 36 treasured items from Grandma!
My mom saves greeting cards and that kind of stuff and it's hard to get her to understand why we don't. She got sad when I told her I recycled the cards she sends unless she writes something meaningful, and then I'm like, "If you want me to keep them, write a letter or something!" But she never does. So we're at an impasse.
I call you all "my March Mamas" to DH. He's tolerant.
Blessing, welcome! How lovely to have our "listeners" out and joining in the fun. And we don't have to worry if you'll like us, the way we would if it were a new person to the thread, because we definitely would have scared you away by now if you weren't up to the challenge.
Welcome back, kaz! Great tips, thank you!
MsC, huge hugs about your dad. Glad it was "just" pneumonia, though that's plenty serious, especially in someone who's unwell. Glad E is being so cooperative and letting you spend plenty of quality time with your dad while he's on the mend.
Skadi, ooh, your story about the ghostie thing sounds creepy. I'd definitely call a priest... they shouldn't think you're crazy, all of that stuff is in their line of work!
WT, hurray for little P (it was P, right?) flipping over!
Glowie, I used to have carpal tunnel when I was an assistant and spent all day typing. I would ice my forearms, 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off, and that would help a lot.
Cuppie, you poor thing! Worrying that they're not getting enough food is scary. But mixing bm/f sounds like a great plan. It may not be that he doesn't like the flavor but just that it's foreign to him. So if you ease into it he'll probably have no problem! Good luck.
I hear you all on Christmas gifts. My mom is a horrible overbuyer. One year she got my sister's kids so much stuff that they got bored and wanted to stop opening presents. I've told her ONE niceish gift... but even that is a problem, because she wants to give G "special" stuff that she'll cherish forever, and I'm like... if you get her one heirloom for her birthday and one for Christmas every year, by the time she's 18 she'll have 36 treasured items from Grandma!
My mom saves greeting cards and that kind of stuff and it's hard to get her to understand why we don't. She got sad when I told her I recycled the cards she sends unless she writes something meaningful, and then I'm like, "If you want me to keep them, write a letter or something!" But she never does. So we're at an impasse.
I call you all "my March Mamas" to DH. He's tolerant.