tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post7505230836405882029..comments2023-10-06T08:48:58.926-04:00Comments on Just Humor Me: Raising a puppy, a toddler and CainMike Toddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-20712279403195436892008-07-02T21:52:00.000-04:002008-07-02T21:52:00.000-04:00PJmom -- I think if (when) that happens, we'll nee...PJmom -- I think if (when) that happens, we'll need giant spatulas to lift each other off the floor at bedtime, which I'm guessing would be at about 6:30.<BR/><BR/>Miss Anne -- Dang, you got a crate with wheels? Sounds fancy. Glad you found the door to it eventually.<BR/><BR/>Burf -- I think if you added a kitten to the mix, you'd be a long way towards making your own particle accelerator.Mike Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-86597235249955104262008-07-02T14:50:00.000-04:002008-07-02T14:50:00.000-04:00I can handle puppy energy on it's own, but not tod...I can handle puppy energy on it's own, but not toddler, and definatly not together. hahahaha<BR/><BR/>Kitten energy is pretty dam funny too.Burficahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08207396583080371466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-17102585460868911792008-07-02T06:49:00.000-04:002008-07-02T06:49:00.000-04:00I sort of felt like I was in one of those crates w...I sort of felt like I was in one of those crates with my kids over the weekend. That's when we spent five hours in the car on the way to Tennessee. While Thing 1 sat in the front with her bare feet making pretty, pretty footprints on the windshield, Thing 2 sat in the back, occasionally wrapping her arm around Thing 1's throat and screaming, "Bitch, I'll KILL YOU!" All the while, Li'l Wayne let someone lick his lollipop at a decibel level normally reserved for fighter jets....<BR/><BR/>And a good time was had by all...melodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08269581985852005546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-4913990866630639932008-07-01T09:23:00.000-04:002008-07-01T09:23:00.000-04:00Just think--someday you could have your OWN toddle...Just think--someday you could have your OWN toddler and experience this energy/chaos/insanity every single DAY! Think of it this way: you will NEVER run out of writing material. And what better reason to bring a child into the world than a good career move?Paula Reecehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08203454641132883751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-9797712903411740002008-06-30T21:48:00.000-04:002008-06-30T21:48:00.000-04:00Serge-protector -- Banister underwear is the highe...Serge-protector -- Banister underwear is the highest degree of friendship we're authorized to confer.Mike Toddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08769922952632331554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10757363.post-21913217339151584722008-06-30T16:37:00.000-04:002008-06-30T16:37:00.000-04:00Well at least when we come over, you move the unde...Well at least when we come over, you move the underwear from the floor to the banister. That's like a quarter of the way between "local friends" and "family", right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com