tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post7159945414808428711..comments2023-11-01T16:14:45.338-07:00Comments on Sole Searching Mama: Boys are Gross, Except When They Bring You FlowersSole Searching Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11791024176229050045noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post-70351444826344798002013-02-28T20:11:01.044-08:002013-02-28T20:11:01.044-08:00I never even thought about having bathroom puddles...I never even thought about having bathroom puddles of pee... my son is only 20 mos old... But I totally love ur poem. It's so perfect. I think someday your sons will understand you and cherish you more after reading this. And thank you for sharing. It makes me feel guilty about the crap I go through around here....not much probably compared to yours. Seriously? You must be superwoman in disguise! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17516571233579403525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post-14930822199750656042013-02-28T10:52:43.313-08:002013-02-28T10:52:43.313-08:00Love the poem! And so very, very true. I long for ...Love the poem! And so very, very true. I long for the days we were all crammed into a too small house. Now the kids are all scattered and rarely come out of their own little "holes". Teenagers are the pits when it comes to privacy and me time! Enjoy the crazy and take heart in the fact that at least with a smaller house there is less to clean. Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11082772735388979226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post-33819806031093226922013-02-27T17:20:43.515-08:002013-02-27T17:20:43.515-08:00Susan....this reminds me of a country song that I ...Susan....this reminds me of a country song that I used to love called "little Houses"...one line in particular says, "Love grows best in little houses with few walls to separate... when you eat and sleep so close together, you can't help but communicate...oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss. Love grows best in houses just like this...." I grew up in a little rancher and this song always brings back memories of my childhood and the closesness I shared with my siblings.<br />LOVED your poem and I'm such a huge fan of your blog and your AWESOMENESS!!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14435477319206760658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post-31605679336691746092013-02-27T10:13:37.077-08:002013-02-27T10:13:37.077-08:00I love that you included the pile you swept up. I...I love that you included the pile you swept up. I can identify just about everything in it, as those things are in my dirt piles, too. Boys are messy, but I think my daughter outmesses all five of our boys. Except for the pee. That is all boy. :) <br />The poem was wonderful. Really, the whole post was. Thanks for the smile.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17209807996463889703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post-78923092956899206872013-02-27T08:28:06.702-08:002013-02-27T08:28:06.702-08:00Beautiful! :)Beautiful! :)Adrienne Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13652224457869599624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6039084287472642442.post-49097269250527766662013-02-27T07:40:13.936-08:002013-02-27T07:40:13.936-08:00So cute! I laughed at the bathroom puddles of pee...So cute! I laughed at the bathroom puddles of pee . . . .that has happened to me too, way too often!Katiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11571439982499787798noreply@blogger.com