tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839765973714522260.post4409147146283839282..comments2023-04-13T01:13:29.689-07:00Comments on And I'll Raise You 5: I Am Not A PillowAnd I'll Raise You 5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04807118403081664721noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839765973714522260.post-64657674199998406132010-06-14T06:34:01.833-07:002010-06-14T06:34:01.833-07:00Thank you for writing my biography...that pretty m...Thank you for writing my biography...that pretty much has summed up the last 6 years for me with my girls! And I agree with Teacher Mommy, elbows are the worst! But little kid whispers are the best!Hillorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17024146934219324063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839765973714522260.post-53334445830677109362010-06-13T13:08:44.669-07:002010-06-13T13:08:44.669-07:00OY. I know what you mean, and I'm just fending...OY. I know what you mean, and I'm just fending off two little boys. And really that's mainly one, The Widget, who is VELCRO BABY and is now getting all jealous because, whaddya know, Mama wants to cuddle with someone else (aka MTL). And I'm all like NO WAY THIS IS TURNING INTO A COMPETITION and trying to keep him from destroying my boobs with his elbows.<br /><br />All to say, I feel your pain (literally) and wish you well in your search for the answer. If you find it, let me know.<br /><br />I'd send hugs, but I have a feeling you've had more than you need lately :PTeacher Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11215145025563985398noreply@blogger.com