tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post115449629651355085..comments2023-10-23T06:31:49.539-07:00Comments on Hollywood Flakes: ImprintingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154711733439742732006-08-04T10:15:00.000-07:002006-08-04T10:15:00.000-07:00Even if Penny doesn't remember a lot from these ea...Even if Penny doesn't remember a lot from these early days, they are probably helping her to grow into a happy and secure person, which probably wouldn't happen if you were yelling at her every day instead of trying to "make every day a happy one."<BR/><BR/>I used to love to let Chelsea put make up on with me since it was so cute to see her delicately put on blush. that tradition ended when Kendall, my son, came on the scene and was intent on destroying every bit of make up in the bag. scratching out the eyeshadow from its case, dumping out base, using the mascara wand for a magic marker. It was not a pretty picture.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154634552532518702006-08-03T12:49:00.000-07:002006-08-03T12:49:00.000-07:00I concur. Memories are a funny thing. I wish your ...I concur. Memories are a funny thing. I wish your Penny, all the very best memories possible.<BR/><BR/>*very happy thoughts*Lisa M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01015215401481176075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154631809463156082006-08-03T12:03:00.000-07:002006-08-03T12:03:00.000-07:00wow, two swarmy posts in a row. you have gone soft...wow, two swarmy posts in a row. you have gone soft.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154629267857443382006-08-03T11:21:00.000-07:002006-08-03T11:21:00.000-07:00I have the exact same memory of my mother from chi...I have the exact same memory of my mother from childhood. As John read the posting aloud, I chimed in that I went so far as to push down the veins in her hands and watch them magically reappear; in fact the whole reson I chose my mothers ring as my wedding band was due to those memories. I also remember my own obilvion, looking up at her intermittedly to ask why she was crying.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154616056004057122006-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:002006-08-03T07:40:00.000-07:00It always amazes me what we remember from our chil...It always amazes me what we remember from our childhoods, because it's funny, it's hardly ever birthdays or special events... the earliest stuff that sticks in our mind are usually regular, daily things. I remember my grandmother putting her hair up in curlers, and I remember the way the little decorative soaps in her bathroom smelled. I remember watching "All in the Family" with my Dad, and going through my Mother's purse (which had that Mom-purse smell... Cash, mint gum, leather, cheerios squished in the bottom- my fault.)<BR/><BR/>I wonder the same thing you do when I'm around my friend's kids. Is this some random thing that'll stick? Will I trip over a lawn chair today and forever be the weird, unknown person in a memory who was clumsy? I think it's some strange confluence of attention and the malleable nature of the kid-mind.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154609885979191792006-08-03T05:58:00.000-07:002006-08-03T05:58:00.000-07:00Sarah, not only do I share your same memories of v...Sarah, not only do I share your same memories of veiny church days, I realized just this week that I am continuing the tradition. My girls love pushing my veins and watching them squirm back into place and like to put my arm up and down to monitor blood flow. Thanks for the memory!Catherine M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09020897150872708313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154596679993323302006-08-03T02:17:00.000-07:002006-08-03T02:17:00.000-07:00honestly, i remember mom's veiny hands too. i wasn...honestly, i remember mom's veiny hands too. i wasn't so fascinated by them as you, but i did sometimes compare the increasingly bulging veins in my young arms and hands to hers. i thought it was cool to be so veiny. go mom!billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02997922851243556099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154533287291626652006-08-02T08:41:00.000-07:002006-08-02T08:41:00.000-07:00This reminds me of Annie Dillard describing her mo...This reminds me of Annie Dillard describing her mother's hands in An American Childhood. If you haven't read it, the passage towards the beginning, I think, and it's a nice memoir.<BR/><BR/>I think of the same thing with my boys - they are experiencing their childhoods at this very moment. It is a heavy responsibility.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12665953612970774378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154528528929288972006-08-02T07:22:00.001-07:002006-08-02T07:22:00.001-07:00Sarah, don't go sweet on us! You had us hooked on ...Sarah, don't go sweet on us! You had us hooked on your sarcasm and your ability to chew up and spit out anything soft. Now this?Mary Elizabeth Libertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02497728681790204968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10702380.post-1154528520836589402006-08-02T07:22:00.000-07:002006-08-02T07:22:00.000-07:00Baby! Are you trying to butter me up in advance of...Baby! Are you trying to butter me up in advance of your visit so you'll get a better bedroom? I'll hold your hand ANYTIME, Sweets! Until then, here's a <A HREF="http://www.benac.com/momhand2.jpg" REL="nofollow">cyber-touch</A> showing me doing my daily reverence to your baby picture on my bulletin board next to the Ol' eMac. Ooh, burble, burble. I LOOOOVE you, Baby. <BR/><BR/>I like it when you get emotional.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com