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		<title>By: ivymae</title>
		<link>http://stopdropandblog.com/2008/04/29/mothers-day-contest-times-two/comment-page-2/#comment-1180</link>
		<dc:creator>ivymae</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 15:21:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Does this moment count, with Alice nursing in one arm, and Ella playing at my feet, &#039;feeding&#039; the cat, counting her sister&#039;s toes, and humming the Sesame Street song? Because it is these unspectacular, everyday moments that make me so grateful that my girls chose me to be their mother.

&lt;em&gt;ivymae&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://thetrivialpursuitofhappiness.wordpress.com/2008/05/01/328/&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;A nice long soak isn’t the same with a potty chair next to the tub.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Does this moment count, with Alice nursing in one arm, and Ella playing at my feet, &#8216;feeding&#8217; the cat, counting her sister&#8217;s toes, and humming the Sesame Street song? Because it is these unspectacular, everyday moments that make me so grateful that my girls chose me to be their mother.</p>
<p><em>ivymae&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://thetrivialpursuitofhappiness.wordpress.com/2008/05/01/328/' rel="nofollow">A nice long soak isn’t the same with a potty chair next to the tub.</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: ru</title>
		<link>http://stopdropandblog.com/2008/04/29/mothers-day-contest-times-two/comment-page-2/#comment-1179</link>
		<dc:creator>ru</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 12:47:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>the other night we were sitting on the couch with our 17-month old son.  he pointed to me and said &quot;mama.&quot;  then he pointed to my wife and said &quot;mommy.&quot;  i said &quot;that&#039;s right - mommy, mama and you - we&#039;re a family.&quot;  and he said &quot;mommy, mama, aya [his name for himself] - fably!&quot;  that&#039;s right, kiddo - fably.

&lt;em&gt;ru&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://heddadabbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-kid-will-eat.html&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;a sweet the kid will eat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the other night we were sitting on the couch with our 17-month old son.  he pointed to me and said &#8220;mama.&#8221;  then he pointed to my wife and said &#8220;mommy.&#8221;  i said &#8220;that&#8217;s right &#8211; mommy, mama and you &#8211; we&#8217;re a family.&#8221;  and he said &#8220;mommy, mama, aya [his name for himself] &#8211; fably!&#8221;  that&#8217;s right, kiddo &#8211; fably.</p>
<p><em>ru&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://heddadabbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-kid-will-eat.html' rel="nofollow">a sweet the kid will eat</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: ru</title>
		<link>http://stopdropandblog.com/2008/04/29/mothers-day-contest-times-two/comment-page-2/#comment-1178</link>
		<dc:creator>ru</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 12:33:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>just the other day, our son was sitting on the couch with us.  he pointed to me and said &quot;mama.&quot;  he pointed to my wife and he said &quot;mommy.&quot;  i said &quot;that&#039;s right - mommy, mama, and signal.  we&#039;re a family.&quot;  and he said &quot;mommy, mama, aya [his name for himself] - fably!&quot;  that&#039;s right, kiddo - fably.

&lt;em&gt;ru&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://heddadabbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-kid-will-eat.html&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;a sweet the kid will eat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>just the other day, our son was sitting on the couch with us.  he pointed to me and said &#8220;mama.&#8221;  he pointed to my wife and he said &#8220;mommy.&#8221;  i said &#8220;that&#8217;s right &#8211; mommy, mama, and signal.  we&#8217;re a family.&#8221;  and he said &#8220;mommy, mama, aya [his name for himself] &#8211; fably!&#8221;  that&#8217;s right, kiddo &#8211; fably.</p>
<p><em>ru&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://heddadabbler.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-kid-will-eat.html' rel="nofollow">a sweet the kid will eat</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: JenO</title>
		<link>http://stopdropandblog.com/2008/04/29/mothers-day-contest-times-two/comment-page-2/#comment-1177</link>
		<dc:creator>JenO</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 00:33:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve only been a mommy for 3 weeks, and I&#039;m not supposed to be one for another 3 weeks.  My baby came into this world in a rush!
I had no signs of preterm labor, just woke up to my water breaking around midnight.  I told my hubby to get started packing that bag we hadn&#039;t gotten to packing yet for the hospital.  I went into the restroom to dry myself off, and discovered the umbilical cord coming out!  So we skipped the bag and went straight to the emergency room!  She was coming out footling breech in addition to the prolapsed cord, so she was taken by emergency c section.  We spent 2 weeks in the NICU before coming home safe and sound.  Look out world, my little baby does things her own way!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve only been a mommy for 3 weeks, and I&#8217;m not supposed to be one for another 3 weeks.  My baby came into this world in a rush!<br />
I had no signs of preterm labor, just woke up to my water breaking around midnight.  I told my hubby to get started packing that bag we hadn&#8217;t gotten to packing yet for the hospital.  I went into the restroom to dry myself off, and discovered the umbilical cord coming out!  So we skipped the bag and went straight to the emergency room!  She was coming out footling breech in addition to the prolapsed cord, so she was taken by emergency c section.  We spent 2 weeks in the NICU before coming home safe and sound.  Look out world, my little baby does things her own way!</p>
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		<title>By: Jean</title>
		<link>http://stopdropandblog.com/2008/04/29/mothers-day-contest-times-two/comment-page-1/#comment-1175</link>
		<dc:creator>Jean</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 17:28:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My son is 6 months old, and I&#039;m only now starting to feel like a mother.  My favorite moment is when he sees me for the first time, after a nap, after I&#039;ve been away, and his face just lights up.  He will always be my son and I will always be his mother, and nothing will ever change that.

&lt;em&gt;Jean&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://cadenjames.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-in-24-hours.html&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;3 in 24 hours&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My son is 6 months old, and I&#8217;m only now starting to feel like a mother.  My favorite moment is when he sees me for the first time, after a nap, after I&#8217;ve been away, and his face just lights up.  He will always be my son and I will always be his mother, and nothing will ever change that.</p>
<p><em>Jean&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://cadenjames.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-in-24-hours.html' rel="nofollow">3 in 24 hours</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: mandy</title>
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		<dc:creator>mandy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 20:46:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have heard that some kids, just fall asleep on their own, when you lay them in bed, and that&#039;s it for the night.  Really that is all, no more books please, more water please, more songs please, please stay right here Mommy please, or I need you Momma.  But we aren&#039;t that lucky here. My son requires very little sleep, and it is a rare night for him to fall asleep before we do.

Last night my husband and I had some documents we needed to fill out on the computer. We did the whole bedtime routine, but sure enough our little guy wasn&#039;t anywhere near ready to actually fall asleep.  So we told him he could lay down on a blanket in the computer room, or he could stay in our room and look at books.
He wanted to stay in our room.

After a few loud verses of Jingle Bells, still his favorite song, even though it&#039;s out of season, it got really quiet.  I was about to check on him, when he appeared at the door way.  I asked him if he wanted to lay down on the blanket in the computer room, and he reached out his arms to me and said, &quot;No Mama Me sleep in you arms&quot;  Which is exactly what he did.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have heard that some kids, just fall asleep on their own, when you lay them in bed, and that&#8217;s it for the night.  Really that is all, no more books please, more water please, more songs please, please stay right here Mommy please, or I need you Momma.  But we aren&#8217;t that lucky here. My son requires very little sleep, and it is a rare night for him to fall asleep before we do.</p>
<p>Last night my husband and I had some documents we needed to fill out on the computer. We did the whole bedtime routine, but sure enough our little guy wasn&#8217;t anywhere near ready to actually fall asleep.  So we told him he could lay down on a blanket in the computer room, or he could stay in our room and look at books.<br />
He wanted to stay in our room.</p>
<p>After a few loud verses of Jingle Bells, still his favorite song, even though it&#8217;s out of season, it got really quiet.  I was about to check on him, when he appeared at the door way.  I asked him if he wanted to lay down on the blanket in the computer room, and he reached out his arms to me and said, &#8220;No Mama Me sleep in you arms&#8221;  Which is exactly what he did.</p>
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		<title>By: Kisha</title>
		<link>http://stopdropandblog.com/2008/04/29/mothers-day-contest-times-two/comment-page-1/#comment-1161</link>
		<dc:creator>Kisha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 14:38:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My daughter takes my breath away every single day. We tried for two years to have her, and we were beginning to worry that it would never happen.  With all we went through to get her, I would get frustrated sometimes and once, I grumbled that the baby we were trying for had better be the &quot;best kid ever&quot;.  Now, when my husband and I watch her learning new things every day and when she clings to us and pats us on the shoulder because she&#039;s so excited to see us... we know that indeed, she IS the best baby ever!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My daughter takes my breath away every single day. We tried for two years to have her, and we were beginning to worry that it would never happen.  With all we went through to get her, I would get frustrated sometimes and once, I grumbled that the baby we were trying for had better be the &#8220;best kid ever&#8221;.  Now, when my husband and I watch her learning new things every day and when she clings to us and pats us on the shoulder because she&#8217;s so excited to see us&#8230; we know that indeed, she IS the best baby ever!</p>
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		<title>By: Mary @ Adventures in Mommyland</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary @ Adventures in Mommyland</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 03:14:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow I dunno if I can compete with some of the wonderful stories shared here, but I&#039;ll try! I am a young mom and its so funny when my daughter was first born it was so strange to be called mom but how now it feels so natural. anyways, That was the first thing that came to mind. but I love being a mom though it is only the beginning! (my daughter is 2.) great giveaway, thanks!

&lt;em&gt;Mary @ Adventures in Mommyland&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://mommyland512.blogspot.com/2008/04/huge-sample-giveaway.html&#039; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Huge Sample Giveaway!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow I dunno if I can compete with some of the wonderful stories shared here, but I&#8217;ll try! I am a young mom and its so funny when my daughter was first born it was so strange to be called mom but how now it feels so natural. anyways, That was the first thing that came to mind. but I love being a mom though it is only the beginning! (my daughter is 2.) great giveaway, thanks!</p>
<p><em>Mary @ Adventures in Mommyland&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://mommyland512.blogspot.com/2008/04/huge-sample-giveaway.html' rel="nofollow">Huge Sample Giveaway!</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: cheryl</title>
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		<dc:creator>cheryl</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 02:14:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am the very proud mother of an 11 yr old boy. Last year was my first year being a noncustodial parent. Please don&#039;t judge me. I gave up the fight so that he could live in the house I grew up and continue his piano and theatre and attend the same school.
It is very difficult not being with him every day, he is my life. He is with me frequently yet never enough. At times, I wished for peace and quiet and now I count the days to hear running in the house and the piano being played.
Love them, appreciate them, never take your child for granted. 
It would have been very easy to give up on life. I cannot give up on him. I will not give up on being his mom for the rest of his life; however I can.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am the very proud mother of an 11 yr old boy. Last year was my first year being a noncustodial parent. Please don&#8217;t judge me. I gave up the fight so that he could live in the house I grew up and continue his piano and theatre and attend the same school.<br />
It is very difficult not being with him every day, he is my life. He is with me frequently yet never enough. At times, I wished for peace and quiet and now I count the days to hear running in the house and the piano being played.<br />
Love them, appreciate them, never take your child for granted.<br />
It would have been very easy to give up on life. I cannot give up on him. I will not give up on being his mom for the rest of his life; however I can.</p>
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		<title>By: DM</title>
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		<dc:creator>DM</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 00:54:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Funny, I read this today. My soon to be 10 year old daughter is asleep after a rabid tantrum today. She&#039;s only been my daughter short of 2 years now. She spent almost 5 in foster care. 

The tantrums are rare now so when they come it stings. She felt insecure today because I didn&#039;t get to go on a field trip with her. It breaks my heart. As I sit here I am sapped of energy and feel as if I could just cry. 

We have come so far. I can&#039;t tell in words how God put this plan together. After this blowup today she told me that God gave me her as a daughter because I&#039;m supposed to train her. Really? Is that why? She&#039;s a beautiful, straight A, athletic and charming girl. She makes my heart swell with pride and I know she calls ME mom. 

I read your blog to get all the insight I can into the adoption world. I know our situation is totally different than yours, but a girl can wish.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Funny, I read this today. My soon to be 10 year old daughter is asleep after a rabid tantrum today. She&#8217;s only been my daughter short of 2 years now. She spent almost 5 in foster care. </p>
<p>The tantrums are rare now so when they come it stings. She felt insecure today because I didn&#8217;t get to go on a field trip with her. It breaks my heart. As I sit here I am sapped of energy and feel as if I could just cry. </p>
<p>We have come so far. I can&#8217;t tell in words how God put this plan together. After this blowup today she told me that God gave me her as a daughter because I&#8217;m supposed to train her. Really? Is that why? She&#8217;s a beautiful, straight A, athletic and charming girl. She makes my heart swell with pride and I know she calls ME mom. </p>
<p>I read your blog to get all the insight I can into the adoption world. I know our situation is totally different than yours, but a girl can wish.</p>
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