tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post5193398736277006430..comments2023-11-05T01:32:28.975-06:00Comments on Observations from an Ozark Life: Pay No Attention, PleaseWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03115002505324651653noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-6471790504846982872009-04-09T08:28:00.000-05:002009-04-09T08:28:00.000-05:00Hey there- first time visitor here, but I have to ...Hey there- first time visitor here, but I have to say - as a mother of 4- with twins sons who would constantly challenge us with their actions (what one didn't think up, the other did) you really have to pick your arguments. Yeah so your son got a little wet, his shoes (oh dear) but what harm came from this? Freedom to explore- that's important, too!supplies overflowing!https://www.blogger.com/profile/02701676503667687058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-74918013318865979202009-04-07T17:41:00.000-05:002009-04-07T17:41:00.000-05:00Good for you! Why worry about a petty old lady's ...Good for you! Why worry about a petty old lady's thoughts of you. Life is too short. I once had a lady come to my front door to show me that my son was at the top of a tree. She obviously was bothered by it. I looked right at her and said, "oh, I know, he actually asked permission this time!" She looked at me like I was crazy. Look, I know my son and if he wasn't in a tree, he'd be doing some other crazy boy thing somewhere else. so, don't worry about it. A little water and a lot of entertainment at a much better evening at the ball park then most people with toddlers experience while watching their other children! Great story!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-2331259001201051822009-04-06T08:22:00.000-05:002009-04-06T08:22:00.000-05:00This was great!!!I think that all boys and all pud...This was great!!!<BR/>I think that all boys and all puddles are connected. The have a launguge all there own .... much like twins.<BR/>They speak a silent communication.<BR/>It just can not, and will not be stopped.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15007358001683431887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-91119173270786786642009-04-06T07:48:00.000-05:002009-04-06T07:48:00.000-05:00hee hee! LOVE IT!! Puddles are like magnets for ...hee hee! LOVE IT!! Puddles are like magnets for little boys (and dogs... my dog does the same thing). I struggle with uptightedness, too. You made the right call here! :) In the beginning I might have been like: "gosh... I dunno whose kid this is..." lolFunnyrunnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06871547075275345029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-42378461485115361292009-04-05T14:19:00.000-05:002009-04-05T14:19:00.000-05:00hahahaha that would be me...you crack me up :Dhahahaha that would be me...you crack me up :D♥ Kathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14591559212770014981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-43310980475248674162009-04-05T12:59:00.000-05:002009-04-05T12:59:00.000-05:00Puddles are God's gift to childhood. When he get'...Puddles are God's gift to childhood. When he get's older, he'll avoid them like we mature, sensible people do. And who do you think is having more fun, him or us?Mrs. Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09281364500907238463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-38496022012614311692009-04-05T00:49:00.000-05:002009-04-05T00:49:00.000-05:00LOL! You're right--what is it with little boys and...LOL! You're right--what is it with little boys and puddles??<BR/><BR/>I love what you said to everybody. You are a class act!Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06517252487552392654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-71307988577845546772009-04-04T23:27:00.000-05:002009-04-04T23:27:00.000-05:00365: Thank you for your kind words. You're a sweet...365: Thank you for your kind words. You're a sweetie. Good for your girl for being a puddle stomper!<BR/><BR/>Shawn: Boo to puddle terrorists.<BR/><BR/>Nipsy: It's like death and taxes.<BR/><BR/>Staci: Ugh, I think that could have been me. I make the effort not to turn into one of those!<BR/><BR/>Sherri: You're in for some great fun!<BR/><BR/>Mama Kat: I wish you had been there to give me the muddy hug idea in person. Drat. And thanks for the drive-by on the monkey sex. My blog has been monkey-sex-free for too long, really. Now I can cross that off my "things to blog about" list. Whew. :DWendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03115002505324651653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-33740182130735469412009-04-04T22:35:00.000-05:002009-04-04T22:35:00.000-05:00I just hate that we have to even THINK about what ...I just hate that we have to even THINK about what other people think. We know our kids, we know what we're wlling to put up with. I mean give me a break...what could possibly be cuter than someone else's child playing in a puddle? <BR/><BR/>You should have told him to go over and give those nice people a big hug! ;)<BR/><BR/>Monkey sex.KatBouskahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11556451375792958743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-76644485135774076042009-04-04T22:14:00.000-05:002009-04-04T22:14:00.000-05:00I so breathe into the paper bag all the time, I'm ...I so breathe into the paper bag all the time, I'm learning to let my kid's jump in the puddles as well. Your sons sure are cute. Love all the mud shots. I can't wait til my guys (hopefully will want to) play baseball.essbeseehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05745117719761568320noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-89204832471032585142009-04-04T21:04:00.000-05:002009-04-04T21:04:00.000-05:00You know, I think fuddy-duddies like that never go...You know, I think fuddy-duddies like that never got to play in mud puddles as a kid, that or they don't have enough fiber in their diets. They probably also have a closet full of clothes that they save for "one day when" and that one day never comes. <BR/><BR/>My grandmother was like that. Still is. She'd get mad at mom whenever she let us wear our "good clothes." She also freaked out when my nephew was one and stuck both hands in his cake and went to town. Everyone else was like, "Let him have fun," but all she could do was scream, "He's ruining it! He's ruining it!"<BR/><BR/>Your son had fun. The clothes will wash, and you got some great pics. I say it's a day well spent.Stacihttp://www.justbloggled.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-19441888174835386012009-04-04T07:09:00.000-05:002009-04-04T07:09:00.000-05:00Love it!! Puddles were made for little boys, they ...Love it!! Puddles were made for little boys, they call out in invisible voices, enticing them to come play. I know from experience, two boys of my own here. I never had that problem with my daughter though..<BR/><BR/>Good for you for just letting him be. As you say, once its done, no going back.nipsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11061571053152403416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-82794924855787631912009-04-03T23:50:00.000-05:002009-04-03T23:50:00.000-05:00If the time has come that a boy can't enjoy splash...If the time has come that a boy can't enjoy splashing around in a puddle to expend energy and alleviate boredom, then the terrorists have won.Shawnhttp://whitesharktank.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2571590790949407117.post-82208559971747544982009-04-03T23:21:00.000-05:002009-04-03T23:21:00.000-05:00Oh, Wendy! I love your stories! I have just one da...Oh, Wendy! I love your stories! I have just one daughter (8), and some of your stories make me very happy to have a daughter! But, this one, in this case, I don't think girls are much different than boys. Not many puddles around here, but when there is, it's like a magnet, pulling my little bundle of joy right into it! I've learned to just accept it, too. If you'd screamed at him to get out of the puddle, the onlookers probably would've tsk-tsked you for being so uptight!365 Lettershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04773062418906842533noreply@blogger.com