tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post2122648012394651331..comments2024-03-28T04:43:31.600-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: A Very Good DayMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24609925157362794112011-01-31T06:15:59.436-05:002011-01-31T06:15:59.436-05:00Excellent!
We watch the binmen. They seem to love...Excellent!<br /><br />We watch the binmen. They seem to love having an appreciative audience, too. I tell them thank you and the children wave and smile. Probably more than they get from most people.Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16509668591758766572011-01-28T22:47:26.494-05:002011-01-28T22:47:26.494-05:00True arborists are awesome. Hard to imagine them g...True arborists are awesome. Hard to imagine them getting those huge oak limbs down.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-16293352030311956962011-01-28T10:42:56.372-05:002011-01-28T10:42:56.372-05:00I love that he's holding a stick while he'...I love that he's holding a stick while he's watching. Getting the full sensory experience.Steph(anie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345590378662641435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-66300666860143258952011-01-28T10:04:17.192-05:002011-01-28T10:04:17.192-05:00I know this feeling. Some houses were built in ou...I know this feeling. Some houses were built in our neighborhood when Walter was 2-3 years old. We watched so much construction, and it was interesting for both of us!Lorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09590402368207743547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-11850977482484036302011-01-28T09:25:47.756-05:002011-01-28T09:25:47.756-05:00I remember taking care of my nephew when he was ab...I remember taking care of my nephew when he was about Owen's age, before I had children. You're so right about seeing things through their eyes. The joy of that is what made me want to have a child of my own.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-21545759519374181152011-01-28T08:23:02.341-05:002011-01-28T08:23:02.341-05:00Ah, the truck phase. I actually enjoyed learning a...Ah, the truck phase. I actually enjoyed learning about all the mighty machines (fun video series about trucks) with my boy. He was fascinated by cement trucks, which he called immence trucks. The joy of discovery is one of the best parts of being around kids. It's life affirming to see the world through their curious eyes. Have fun!Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-13905136931738886062011-01-28T03:58:37.116-05:002011-01-28T03:58:37.116-05:00I bet he will remember. My brother's first sen...I bet he will remember. My brother's first sentence was 'big axe chop down little tree!' <br /><br />Given that my father had cut down the tree it was all a bit Freudian, but ah well.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-52578204499392594072011-01-27T23:51:45.794-05:002011-01-27T23:51:45.794-05:00I remember construction sites in New York City and...I remember construction sites in New York City and the rows of strollers lined up alongside them, toddlers rapt and watching. I remember my own little boys -- how they'd sit on the front steps and wait for the garbage truck to come. <br /><br />I love how you described it as an arboreal ballet. Beautiful.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-55181078677776697412011-01-27T23:43:19.210-05:002011-01-27T23:43:19.210-05:00We are again/still living parallel lives, with our...We are again/still living parallel lives, with our tree men rhapsodies, only you have made your afternoon of watching into a whole chapter. Loved hearing about this day of yours. x0 N2N2https://www.blogger.com/profile/09508740809219902631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-83089467775370387812011-01-27T23:14:54.894-05:002011-01-27T23:14:54.894-05:00Glad you had a good day, love the pic of Owen, he ...Glad you had a good day, love the pic of Owen, he just looks so mesmerized by the goings on!tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09135221766636218138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-15690343467388466652011-01-27T22:50:16.254-05:002011-01-27T22:50:16.254-05:00What a very fine day! I enjoyed reading about it,...What a very fine day! I enjoyed reading about it, though I imagine not nearly as much as you enjoyed living it. :)I'm Katie.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00913701914113335102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-83643446464189033982011-01-27T22:25:49.608-05:002011-01-27T22:25:49.608-05:00Before we moved to the house we live in now, we li...Before we moved to the house we live in now, we lived near enough to the interstate that if I put Isabella in her stroller we could walk within about 50 yards of it. She would ask almost daily....cars cars cars! She loved talking about the size of the cars, the color of the cars and how some were loud. Those were fun days. As are these.Rebeccahttp://landlock-mo.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com