tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33516164.post8553576506844129902..comments2023-10-12T02:02:54.330-06:00Comments on Woman with a Hatchet: To Get or Not GetWoman with a Hatchethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16539793554273012568noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33516164.post-55815702556111736592008-12-01T06:35:00.000-07:002008-12-01T06:35:00.000-07:00So, did she measure the amount of turkey you stuff...So, did she measure the amount of turkey you stuffed into the twins at T-day dinner?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33516164.post-55855747789149167682008-11-29T10:37:00.000-07:002008-11-29T10:37:00.000-07:00Alessa: Argh!Ali: Aren't those people called "nann...Alessa: Argh!<BR/><BR/>Ali: Aren't those people called "nannies"? I've heard of them. I've even met a couple. They're a mythical beast, as far as I can tell unless you have the magical spell to summon them (Say: "Moola!" while waving around loads of cash.).<BR/><BR/>Dawn: Yeah, I could take her out for tea and then she'd spend 20 minutes telling me how she "didn't really WANT tea". There's no winning this, I swear! Right now, the twins are sleeping while we're eating, so things are calm and happy in Hatchetville. The tea is a good idea, though. Thanks!Woman with a Hatchethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16539793554273012568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33516164.post-61831943488144785112008-11-26T14:09:00.000-07:002008-11-26T14:09:00.000-07:00Well yah know, I want time in Mom's lap too....Bar...Well yah know, I want time in Mom's lap too....<BR/><BR/>Barring that, I've come to accept that there are things she will cook just for you, me Cindy or Ian when we visit or even better when she visits. Maybe you could consider a special occasion (Unbirthday?) and a special Caitlin only dish, with lap time?<BR/>And yes I know Caitlin has had 6 years of pre-twin/only child life... but as you may well remember we spent a lot of time in the fight, angst and misery that is living in the country of no-longer-the-center-of-attention.<BR/><BR/>And don't think the dish has to be anything frou-frou - after all your mom-dish was lasagna, mine was either date squares or ackee and salt fish. Of course if you must be frou-frou - didn't you used to take her to some place that served English tea complete with petit-fours and little sandwiches?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33516164.post-44134370294333170142008-11-26T08:18:00.000-07:002008-11-26T08:18:00.000-07:00Okay, somebody needs to start paying people to par...Okay, somebody needs to start paying people to parent. Because it is haaard. I have no advice, only sympathy and shared eyeball rolls.Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10278842338463861715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33516164.post-66410444392447540772008-11-26T06:32:00.000-07:002008-11-26T06:32:00.000-07:00I hate to say it, but that jealously never really ...I hate to say it, but that jealously never really leaves. Maybe one day, as an adult, she'll cope. But between 7 and 27,<BR/>there are a lot of years to live through as her mother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com