tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post4867787688072547364..comments2011-04-08T21:45:29.874-05:00Fritzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12531695309894314450noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-52748278577440488032011-04-08T21:45:29.874-05:002011-04-08T21:45:29.874-05:00I have TOTALLY wondered where the name came from! Thank you for the awesomely awesome story. And for sharing Oda. I want more of those stories. :-)Nataliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05982204342107343202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-48884226217933314642011-03-30T22:27:58.187-05:002011-03-30T22:27:58.187-05:00i love those stories about grandma, too!!!christina q thomashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13286664828300416360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-82976099086497569652011-03-29T17:56:17.392-05:002011-03-29T17:56:17.392-05:00I remember all of your kids at the slime stage, but most of all the Slimmeball. Maybe I held him more, but I think he barfed and slimed on me more than the others. And I LOVE the grandma stories. I almost laughed myself into an asthma attack, not just because of what she said, but also how you told the stories. She is so awesome and definitely one of a kind! Thanks for sharing!Susannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02705733960868742828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-63914708962822807452011-03-29T12:50:05.649-05:002011-03-29T12:50:05.649-05:00Uh, this is mary. Not John . . . I'm not sure he'd wax so sweet about barf....Hanselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02951834991455827360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-77960833342505087472011-03-29T12:48:50.495-05:002011-03-29T12:48:50.495-05:00I had completely forgotten then smell of baby barf until you blogged. And oh, how I remember it, but it's so sweet now because I also remember their little faces and little bodies. It was worth the barfies. Can of course write it because I don't have any babies to barf on me!Hanselhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02951834991455827360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-13236666763900050102011-03-29T09:54:29.315-05:002011-03-29T09:54:29.315-05:00Sally was a barfer to, but oddly I get slimed more with T. because he spits up so little in comparison so I'm never prepared. With Sal I resorted to using her blankets as burp rags, so I had decent coverage. Also, I'm so glad you shared about grandma. I love her and her practicality!Katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02093149264011642246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8984871858387909207.post-44963060482125190542011-03-28T22:45:04.435-05:002011-03-28T22:45:04.435-05:00The barfing must run in the family. All our kids did it too. My major fantasy for about 4 years of my life to was to not smell like spit-up. When I think of it now, that is a pretty sad fantasy. I wanted clothes that needed to be dry cleaned because that meant the clothes, and by extension me, wouldn't be the target of the spit bombs. Love the stories about the names. There is no one like her!Sue Rasmussenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03857901743954597860noreply@blogger.com