tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post2854711661577764605..comments2013-11-04T13:11:43.778-06:00Comments on How My Life Turned Out: Just How Lame Am I?Kendrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15226660244598032307noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-2133628201674868042009-09-09T16:31:01.499-05:002009-09-09T16:31:01.499-05:00I seriously considered having one of those electri...I seriously considered having one of those electric chair lifts put in my house because of all the bruises I've sustained on my shins falling UP stairs. <br /><br />And hey, don't worry about the eggs - their high in cholesterol anyway.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-34958998639110382452009-09-05T08:27:10.077-05:002009-09-05T08:27:10.077-05:00You are SO not lame. Also... I would have nursed I...You are SO not lame. Also... I would have nursed Isaiah to sleep till he was two, had I the chance!Jasminehttp://thebrokins.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-5074925369209795602009-09-03T16:09:06.476-05:002009-09-03T16:09:06.476-05:00D all of the above. Now go buy yourself an egg the...D all of the above. Now go buy yourself an egg thermometer thingy that tells you when a hard boiled egg is done. It will be a good investment, no doubt!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07113307510907969520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-7458621329965723852009-09-01T09:05:17.716-05:002009-09-01T09:05:17.716-05:00I think you're much more competent than me. Bu...I think you're much more competent than me. But that might not make you feel any better. Funny, funny post.Wendihttp://www.wendiaarons.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-48181216577428871462009-08-31T07:29:46.541-05:002009-08-31T07:29:46.541-05:00Thanks, Kami! I'm glad to hear I'm not the...Thanks, Kami! I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who's ever fallen up the stairs. I felt like I kept getting the "it's the crazy lady again" looks at the doctor's office! And yes, I like nursing, and I know she'll be our last baby, but between her apparent inability to put herself to sleep and my wrist pain, it's getting to be too much.<br /><br />Sarah, I'm glad I'm not the only one to have gone through this with "older" babies (I'd dealt with it more or less with the other two, but it was resolved by a year at least). Maybe I will end up having to have my husband to bedtime for a few nights, though it kills me to think of it. (Am I a glutton for punishment or just super controlling?) And I like the egg idea. Sounds like it takes a little time, but at least those are instructions I can handle!Kendrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15226660244598032307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-80447836700825487772009-08-30T23:18:30.915-05:002009-08-30T23:18:30.915-05:00First of all.. you're way more funny than you ...First of all.. you're way more funny than you are lame. Second, do not misinterpret this as my thinking I have a) a clue or b) any real answers to YOUR ... issues. :) <br /><br />But... I totally nursed Jack until he was 18 months old. To sleep as well. The only reason that ended was because my husband - otr trucker - was home for a week. HE put Jack to bed every night for a week, and that is why he was weaned and learned to sleep in his own bed. I was exhausted, and Jim couldn't miss that part of my exhaustion was due to being braided into and around Jack's darling fingers. He also realized that HE wanted to be the only other person in bed with me (took him a freaking week to realize this apparently!) BUT... you should know that I personally was nursed by my mom until I was 2.5, because NEITHER of my parents were interested in standing up to me. That never changed. I still own them. And furthermore.. if I ever score another baby, I fully intend to nurse them til they're two. If it's strikes every cow in Texas dead.. I make no apology... that's my plan. KILLED me to wean Jack. (Note: next baby will hopefully be the only one in the house... nursing with other little ones...you have my deepest sympathy and admiration!) Jack... he didn't really care. :) I told him the milk was all gone (LIE!) and he'd have to eat what the rest of us were eating. He was like.. "Oh.. ok Mom.. no big deal." NOT in so many words. Of course, he's a little dude. You may have noticed by now how much more logical a little dude can be relative to a cute baby chick. :)<br /><br />So sorry about your wrist!<br /><br />I couldn't boil an egg either until I stayed with my G'ma for a month. Dig it: as soon as the water (with the eggs already in it of course) hit the full rolling boil point, she turned off the heat. That was it... left it there til it was room temperature. They were *bloody PERFECT* every single time. G'mas rock. It does, however, take some advance planning.. a bit longer than the standard methodology. <br /><br />Sorry for the ginormous comment!! Great post!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00907539721865214428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6247666709399793599.post-7018230211264809512009-08-30T20:54:37.692-05:002009-08-30T20:54:37.692-05:00Great post, Kendra! You're not lame. You'r...Great post, Kendra! You're not lame. You're just...distracted. I too have fallen up the stairs. Feels pretty jerky, right? Sorry to hear about the wrist. That sucks. But girl, you gotta CUT THAT BABY OFF! (Not your wrist, the nursing.) Take back the night!Kamihttp://www.livefromthefence.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com