tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post924151417558882077..comments2023-10-25T05:22:34.882-04:00Comments on f8hasit: for love of sheep and cashmere...f8hasithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09195691823384775191noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-71755445470459270142009-12-19T01:01:22.215-05:002009-12-19T01:01:22.215-05:00I had to Google "Uggs," as I had no clue...I had to Google "Uggs," as I had no clue what they were. I observed the results and realized that I've been calling them "snow boots" all my life. I guess I don't have your fashion sense. Of course, taking the apple/tree theory into it, if you were to see some of the stuff my dad has worn, you would understand my lack of knowledge in this area.Mikehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05431248436494081319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-26520373405532103062009-12-15T05:11:01.290-05:002009-12-15T05:11:01.290-05:00You remind me that I sometimes lose track my only ...You remind me that I sometimes lose track my only daughter growing up. She is almost 2 now and it feels like she just an infant yesterday. I have to view my blog now to recall what happened when she was a little baby. Wow!! time flies!! getting older and can not catch every moment she growing up.Ellen Chenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13623532938573767679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-41586372005012487122009-12-14T20:15:38.011-05:002009-12-14T20:15:38.011-05:00Wonderful post, Nancy! You've reminded me why ...Wonderful post, Nancy! You've reminded me why I should be grateful for all BOYS!<br /><br />Connor (12) also shot up in the last year...he went from staring at my collarbone to being almost 1" taller than me....I'm absolutely dying.<br />MY BABY!kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06152568985075401447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-45270625116727932492009-12-14T18:43:49.913-05:002009-12-14T18:43:49.913-05:00@toxic - :-)
I only WISH I were rich! My own moth...@toxic - :-)<br /><br />I only WISH I were rich! My own mother taught me years ago that to make something look good, have it tailored. So it fits right. I'd find the jeans I loved, yet they didn't fit my non-model body quite right. Bobby makes them look like they were custom made.<br /><br />Just wait till you get a bit older, you'll be saying the same thing about time that I do now!<br /><br />Nancyf8hasithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09195691823384775191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-20972329178066452892009-12-14T17:30:34.753-05:002009-12-14T17:30:34.753-05:00your kind of like your daughter...weird!! my mom a...your kind of like your daughter...weird!! my mom and i have completely different fashion senses. oh, and time flying past seems to be a parent thing. for me =probably a lot of other teens, it DRAGS! (^.^). and, whoah! you people have a TAILOR?! who HAS a tailor anymore??goodness!! rich people!LiberatedButterflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08867583153908113825noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-81705699642297841302009-12-14T00:01:24.438-05:002009-12-14T00:01:24.438-05:00Nancy, sorry I haven't been around in awhile!
...Nancy, sorry I haven't been around in awhile!<br />Yeah, kids grow up way too fast, right before our eyes! My daughter is 16 & has just finished driving school! (gulp) When did that happen? Wasn't she just crawling? Even if you didn't blink, you still wouldn't catch half of it! Our little girls aren't so little anymore! (((HUGS)))Moonrayvennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11254803252513819562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-4914104516486169302009-12-13T17:37:15.488-05:002009-12-13T17:37:15.488-05:00"You're the smart one, mommy. I learned i...<i>"You're the smart one, mommy. I learned it from you."</i> <br /><br />Brilliant girl!<br /><br />And since MiniMac is only 2...its hard to imagine him being 11 years old...and it will be here before i know it.JennyMachttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14594526663480442855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-19317644715750421222009-12-13T16:30:32.026-05:002009-12-13T16:30:32.026-05:00Hey Nancy. Just wanted to stop by and say hello. ...Hey Nancy. Just wanted to stop by and say hello. I've been kinda remiss in my duties in the blogoshpere. But I wanted to make sure I stopped by your place and say have a great holiday season and a wonderful new year!!<br /><br />p.s. you're right...they grow up way too fast.Theresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12667769917288382023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-57676730292056059842009-12-13T15:05:52.118-05:002009-12-13T15:05:52.118-05:00You are so right...our children's childhoods f...You are so right...our children's childhoods fly, and time gains speed! My daughter turned 26 Saturday (which is the subject of my post, much like yours). The warmth of your relationship shines through this piece.Dreamfarm Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08494214244290730058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-65888851210803214992009-12-13T13:49:16.509-05:002009-12-13T13:49:16.509-05:0013 year old stepson has always been a clothes-love...13 year old stepson has always been a clothes-lover. Good sense of style, and he always loved for me to bring back new ensembles for him. Loved. As in no longer. Because evidently, I only pick out dorky things now. He is EXTRA picky about what he wears, but unlike your daughter, I'm not sure the outfits are so stylish. Just cool.Mixed Reflectionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17273105474509056440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-28462915987553714692009-12-13T13:10:58.605-05:002009-12-13T13:10:58.605-05:00Oh, Nancy, this is a lovely post. I remember all t...Oh, Nancy, this is a lovely post. I remember all those people telling me that and I was so frazzled with my 3 kids that I just smiled and brushed them off. Now I'm one of those crazy "old" women looking at moms and babies and remembering. Your daughter is beautiful and sounds like a charmer.<br />And, as always, your writing rocks!Maureen@IslandRoarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17183530593417498063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-33148939270152879222009-12-13T08:36:50.327-05:002009-12-13T08:36:50.327-05:00awwww... you must be nostalgic..awwww... you must be nostalgic..Chandni (Chanz)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13739897867522404187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-78936014117913151852009-12-13T00:18:20.010-05:002009-12-13T00:18:20.010-05:00She can't be 11 already! You were just pregnan...She can't be 11 already! You were just pregnant yesterday and I was only 32.Bobby Allanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17362990178566295070noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-24894159791701160392009-12-12T15:55:22.666-05:002009-12-12T15:55:22.666-05:00Man, in some ways, I miss not caring what I look l...Man, in some ways, I miss not caring what I look like. I started a little later than her when it came to fashion though.Oddyoddyo13https://www.blogger.com/profile/05557994037779209704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-72054636891917021332009-12-12T12:34:32.687-05:002009-12-12T12:34:32.687-05:00A tailor at ten! I am so jealous! I have had to be...A tailor at ten! I am so jealous! I have had to be my own tailor.<br /><br />Great post.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16979939882187985994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-1738324052116376842009-12-12T12:15:58.473-05:002009-12-12T12:15:58.473-05:00Great post!Great post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-26015047400939666192009-12-12T09:24:27.886-05:002009-12-12T09:24:27.886-05:00Oh my lady...your fun is just begining..Enjoy this...Oh my lady...your fun is just begining..Enjoy this it won't last long!!gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00894920637532415315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-41744492174730861012009-12-12T07:48:46.973-05:002009-12-12T07:48:46.973-05:00I looooove this post. As a "tween" and ...I looooove this post. As a "tween" and then teenager I used to dress my mom and help her shop. She was so okay with being my very own lifesize Barbie doll. And was incidentally always the best dressed mom. I really miss those days. Your daughter sounds precious, and you are one step ahead of the game Nancy, because you have stopped to appreciate and acknowledge. Good for you.Country Gone Cityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16966623065699097844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-62484645515800308222009-12-12T07:40:25.070-05:002009-12-12T07:40:25.070-05:00You've clearly hit a nerve with this one, Nanc...You've clearly hit a nerve with this one, Nancy.<br />I too have seen the changes in my daughter. Up until this year (she's a 2nd grader) she used to let me pick out her clothes and I bragged about riding the wave as long as possible. About 2 weeks ago, I crashed on the beach.<br />Thankfully, that whole "apples and trees" motto appears to be true as many of the outfits she picks out for herself have the same style as the ones I was choosing just weeks ago.<br />I do have to say that I cried a little when she asked if she could start picking out her clothes for herself. Passing the torch is never easy.<br />PS Would Bobby be interested in a road trip to the East Coast?It Worked For Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09003161078127410461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-25386660741057270822009-12-12T04:10:17.682-05:002009-12-12T04:10:17.682-05:00I have a feeling that 'classic Uggs' may b...I have a feeling that 'classic Uggs' may be an oxymoron?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-23877276462045571782009-12-12T01:32:22.812-05:002009-12-12T01:32:22.812-05:00I just have to sigh in relief that I am not alone ...I just have to sigh in relief that I am not alone in this. Our daughter is 8, and she already has to have her clothes from certain stores and she has to have certain shoes and accessories and blah blah blah. Over the summer, my wife's cousin introduced our daughter to Prada. I don't think she remembers it now thank goodness. <br /><br />The annoying elders in the lines at the grocery stores were right indeed, Nancy. It really does go by so fast. We as parents really need to slow down and take it all in. It wont be long before loving their parents openly becomes uncool. Happy Holidays my friend.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04805406008862938772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-63174321712487310712009-12-12T00:12:43.403-05:002009-12-12T00:12:43.403-05:00Not a parent yet, but evey time I come home and se...Not a parent yet, but evey time I come home and see my "little" brother, he is less little. He's taller than me (at 16 vs 23) and last time I went home? I didn't even arm wrestle him. Lately, I know the only reason I've been winning is psycological. But I think even *that* won't save me now....redgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08467377107439876941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-11203806787837832552009-12-11T23:46:55.229-05:002009-12-11T23:46:55.229-05:00I loved this! Time is amazing isn't it? It alw...I loved this! Time is amazing isn't it? It always ticks by at the same pace, yet always seems different with each circumstance.Christine Macdonaldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02139820957031345995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-70613929220304240162009-12-11T22:42:00.072-05:002009-12-11T22:42:00.072-05:00Well, I can tell you it comes full circle. I am h...Well, I can tell you it comes full circle. I am hosting a birthday party for my 9 year old grandaughter tomorrow. A pool party at our local rec centre...8 kids are comming. Her mom set some guidelines even though Grandma is giving her a birthday party. At one point, I was like, what am I thinking? But when her and I stuffed the grab bags together, it was a wonderful feeling. She insisted on a Pinyata, I have never seen one of those things break right yet! OH well. Time does fly, but it is wonderful memories you are building. Please enjoy these lyrics from the movie Mamma Mia: your post reminded me of this song...it is lovely.<br /><br />Schoolbag in hand<br />She leaves home in the early morning<br />Waving goodbye<br />With an absent-minded smile<br />I watch her go<br />With a surge of that well-known sadness<br />And I have to sit down for a while<br />The feeling that I'm loosing her forever<br />And without really entering her world<br />I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter<br />That funny little girl<br /><br />Slipping through my fingers all the time<br />I try to capture every minute<br />The feeling in it<br />Slipping through my fingers all the time<br />Do I really see what's in her mind<br />Each time I think I'm close to knowing<br />She keeps on growing<br />Slipping through my fingers all the time<br /><br />Sleep in our eyes<br />Her and me at the breakfast table<br />Barely awake<br />I let precious time go by<br />Then when she's gone<br />There's that odd melancholy feeling<br />And a sense of guilt<br />I can't deny<br />What happened to the wonderful adventures<br />The places I had planned for us to go<br />Well some of that we did<br />But most we didn't<br />And why I just don't know<br /><br />Slipping through my fingers all the time<br />I try to capture every minute<br />The feeling in it<br />Slipping through my fingers all the time<br />Do I really see what's in her mind<br />Each time I think I'm close to knowing<br />She keeps on growing<br />Slipping through my fingers all the time<br /><br />Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture<br />And save it from the funny tricks of time<br />Slipping through my fingers -<br /><br />Schoolbag in hand<br />She leaves home in the early morning<br />Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smileRespectfully Yourshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17018215635835723955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4569955034831489569.post-39957995559033763752009-12-11T22:39:26.343-05:002009-12-11T22:39:26.343-05:00My husband and I were just talking tonight about h...My husband and I were just talking tonight about how time seems to be flying by at warp speed these days! I will be having a "big" birthday on Monday (stop by my blog on Monday to read about it :) ) ... and my kiddos are also growing at increasingly rapid rates. <br /><br />My daughter (also 11) doesn't understand why I keep asking her to slow down. Stop growing ... if just for a little while. And while I know that is impossible, it can't hurt to wish.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05634642713559547536noreply@blogger.com