tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post3204837317280214033..comments2023-12-30T15:23:47.095+00:00Comments on Is there a Plan B?: Last timeHarriethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-69960425164368445302010-08-17T22:02:13.580+01:002010-08-17T22:02:13.580+01:00Alethea - sorry I made you cry! And glad to hear...Alethea - sorry I made you cry! And glad to hear about Bunny. My tip on the lasts - definitely don't think of them too much... as BlueDog says, that's a black hole...<br /><br />Kelloggsville - I saw it for the first time on telly when S and A were about a week old and I had one on each breast (well, not really as they had both fallen asleep, but you know what I mean) and I sat there and sobbed at the thought that they would leave me.... Still does it.<br /><br />BlueDog - you've given me a lump in my chest. Which is definitely worse than the lump in my throat. I can't imagine them leaving home, but then it's what I want...eventually. I suppose we just have to hope that they will come back every now and then...<br /><br />Mad House - Sorry!<br /><br />Suzanne - wow! I can't imagine what it will feel like when they start driving - then they really are heading away from you....Good luck to her (and you)<br /><br />Deer Baby - maybe it gets worse as we get older? You saying that you're all about to change is making me think too about how fast it happens, in the way that time just seems to have sped up since I was a child... And when you're feeling strong, you should watch. The pictures are lovely, but so bittersweet, as you say.<br /><br />M2M - and what about the ones you don't mark or can't mark? Those are the ones that get me? Because I think we forget. And it'd be silly to take a picture of the last nappy, or the last bowl of mush... but it was all part of who they are, even now, isn't it?<br /><br />Emma - don't you think about it... you're 12 weeks in... just enjoy the firsts!<br /><br />Spudballoo - There's another too. I think I must have stopped carrying L on "shonders" sometime round about now. She's just too heavy for me.... that I don't mind so much, but what about when I give her a carry for the last time? Can't think about it... Must notice it...<br /><br />Mwa - me too!<br /><br />Iota - oh, they so do... and I'm guessing it just gets worse.<br /><br />Zookeeper - words somehow aren't as bad for me, I don't know why. I suppose maybe because each word is so new and exciting and they're so proud of themselves for acquiring it. We had "slide" today, along with squeals of excitement at the object itself! So proud!<br /><br />Notes - thank you! And glad I made you smile - I prefer that to the making others weep!Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11975259590293860488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-10880991053118240592010-08-12T08:11:02.711+01:002010-08-12T08:11:02.711+01:00what a lovely post, and thanks for the low brow re...what a lovely post, and thanks for the low brow reference alert .. laughing, laughing xxxNotes to self plus twohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16396255505061434532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-90039511924017613172010-08-11T22:24:33.255+01:002010-08-11T22:24:33.255+01:00Hello Plan B
I remember before my girls stopped ...Hello Plan B <br /><br />I remember before my girls stopped crawling (or crittering, as I used to call it), I felt sad knowing that with each steadier step, the phase would end and I'd never see them scampering across the floor like a pair of beetles. How will I feel when the gurgles and formless sounds stop and are replaced with words?zookeeperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273861661493362850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-86265756445677603882010-08-08T20:54:00.221+01:002010-08-08T20:54:00.221+01:00Aargh, yes, they just slip away, don't they?Aargh, yes, they just slip away, don't they?Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-85922470155413415392010-08-08T00:25:01.111+01:002010-08-08T00:25:01.111+01:00That bit makes me cry EVERY time!That bit makes me cry EVERY time!Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-4430926669453627842010-08-06T19:14:30.985+01:002010-08-06T19:14:30.985+01:00Oh this is lovely! It's so bitter sweet isn...Oh this is lovely! It's so bitter sweet isn't it...this journey. We mark the 'firsts' with such joy, mostly...but it's the 'lasts' that sting so much. Not least because, as you say, often they slip by without us noticing. weep. <br /><br />xspudballoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12433420925135653667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-59907094050397800942010-08-06T15:21:33.914+01:002010-08-06T15:21:33.914+01:00Lovely post, you nearly made me cry, I have that d...Lovely post, you nearly made me cry, I have that damn pernicious lump in my throat too. <br /><br />My girl is 12 weeks old today... I must remember to note the "lasts" :) <br /><br />EmmaPlayPennieshttp://www.playpennies.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-48919349579768191162010-08-06T14:57:46.285+01:002010-08-06T14:57:46.285+01:00Ah, i am so with you here. I write often about my ...Ah, i am so with you here. I write often about my tendency to mourn time. Memories make me feel sad because i wish i could get that time back. And you never feel you did enough to mark the moments, not enough photos, videos. But you'll always feel like that.<br /><br />M2MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-2893252308199631812010-08-06T12:46:05.931+01:002010-08-06T12:46:05.931+01:00Beautiful post Plan B (not sure the link is workin...Beautiful post Plan B (not sure the link is working on BMB).<br /><br />I can't even watch that video you have posted because I know that Agnetha and Bjorn split up acrimoniously!<br /><br />We're about to start potty training and put my youngest in a big bed. Can hardly believe it.alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09338687691871813019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-37120902784118320662010-08-06T12:44:44.106+01:002010-08-06T12:44:44.106+01:00Beautiful post Plan B (not sure the link is workin...Beautiful post Plan B (not sure the link is working on BMB).<br /><br />I can't even watch that video you have posted because I know that Agnetha and Bjorn split up acrimoniously!<br /><br />We're about to start potty training and put my youngest in a big bed. Can hardly believe it.alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09338687691871813019noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-53210188991393803752010-08-06T11:05:14.765+01:002010-08-06T11:05:14.765+01:00You really do have an amazing talent for putting t...You really do have an amazing talent for putting things into words.<br />My children are spread out in ages 6, 14 and 17, and what you have written is so true.<br />I just try and embrace every step (my daughter starts driving lessons on Monday - yikes!), and hope that when they do find their own paths, that occasionally they will also end up on a side road back to me.<br />Beautiful Post.Suzannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00705692916293482229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-12409412126561972782010-08-06T10:48:53.159+01:002010-08-06T10:48:53.159+01:00So so true, must stoop the tears nowSo so true, must stoop the tears nowJen Walshawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07374363403295342745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-81490334989092870362010-08-06T10:43:17.464+01:002010-08-06T10:43:17.464+01:00Enjoy the young years. They are short. What th...Enjoy the young years. They are short. What they don't tell you about this parenting lark is the black hole that appears when they leave home.<br /><br />Although this event is flagged up even as they are born, it is still a massive change to learn to cope with. And so why does it hit us so hard, as if this is a bolt from the blue?Bluedoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03464374078873582916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-62652149974522263182010-08-06T10:05:02.672+01:002010-08-06T10:05:02.672+01:00oh that part of the film makes me sob and it is th...oh that part of the film makes me sob and it is the reason I wouldn't go to the theatre to watch it (I was too embarrassed as I knew I would sob again). There was the last ever night feed I remember it so well - I knew it was and a captured it in my mind held it there and the time she said she didn't want to share my bed anymore (when hubby was away), last time walking her to school last last last....now I'm crying too *sigh*<br /><br />lovely post xAGuidingLifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05823333742737762759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3432382804917497650.post-63608531573458154912010-08-05T23:09:53.216+01:002010-08-05T23:09:53.216+01:00What a beautiful post. Reading this brought tears ...What a beautiful post. Reading this brought tears to my eyes, but linking to your friendship post finished me right off. (My son has a bunny named 'Bunny'!) This has made me sit back and think about all our lasts, rather overwhelming to say the least.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com