tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230387809004080736.post3561880794126749514..comments2023-06-19T12:33:50.985+01:00Comments on Things I've Found In Pockets: On How I Still Don't Miss Those Baby Years...Nan Sheppardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02526627128978409559noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230387809004080736.post-74666195990675482622010-07-19T21:13:47.118+01:002010-07-19T21:13:47.118+01:00ah, yes, I agree. I'm thankful for the neighb...ah, yes, I agree. I'm thankful for the neighbor babies to give me my fix, but I'm good. No need to try for a girl. Glad to have the diaper and bottle years behind us!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230387809004080736.post-77298075654102939772010-07-19T02:54:54.352+01:002010-07-19T02:54:54.352+01:00I liked the older, verbal years best. The time bef...I liked the older, verbal years best. The time before is possible because we're so smitten and utterly in love with these dear ones.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230387809004080736.post-67626062917285294462010-07-18T15:51:20.698+01:002010-07-18T15:51:20.698+01:00You're lucky to have young nieces and nephews ...You're lucky to have young nieces and nephews and godchildren to hold! I miss those toddler years sometimes--not enough to want another child, just enough to miss my own when they were that age. Isn't memory a tricky thing? Because I was exhausted during those years! (I had 3 under 2 at one point)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230387809004080736.post-67812753820441956842010-07-18T15:14:07.355+01:002010-07-18T15:14:07.355+01:00I SO do not miss those days either. Kids with car ...I SO do not miss those days either. Kids with car keys and attitudes are so much easier on the hips, the nerves, and the sleep patterns, if not the mind.The Motherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15157821003454766570noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7230387809004080736.post-52160652325153353292010-07-18T13:14:55.261+01:002010-07-18T13:14:55.261+01:00For the first year (or so it seemed to me) of my s...For the first year (or so it seemed to me) of my second son's life he would inevitably cry to be nursed, fed or changed, just AS SOON AS my tea was done steeping and I was ready to take the first sip.Life As I Know Ithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09492465378321819342noreply@blogger.com