tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post2377785638426391158..comments2008-06-03T19:41:26.600-04:00Pregnantly Plumphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16520084082888706200noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-55780592392717198922008-06-03T19:41:00.000-04:002008-06-03T19:41:00.000-04:00how funny!<BR/>i remember feeding my nephew when i was in 9th grade and he decided to blow it all out zerbert-style.<BR/>i got green beans ALL. OVER. ME.<BR/><BR/>makes me dread the solid foods!mpotterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04828627152965729832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-33129630712050741752008-05-31T12:25:00.000-04:002008-05-31T12:25:00.000-04:00Haa!! Banana hair!!! Hmmm. . . might be something there :)Laskihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12001998549713092381noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-57435700522047819752008-05-31T01:53:00.000-04:002008-05-31T01:53:00.000-04:00HA! He wanted to give your dad a reason to remember him all day!! hehe. I got to work the other day and noticed a slimy graham cracker on my boob just stuck there. neat. <BR/><BR/>xtra hour of sleep? Grandparents rule.Ann(ie)http://www.blogger.com/profile/00671535020245819924noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-58314395697583910052008-05-30T16:37:00.000-04:002008-05-30T16:37:00.000-04:00How funny. He definitely would have received some stares at work!Kristihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03792735154830422231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-32980002242348719572008-05-30T12:17:00.000-04:002008-05-30T12:17:00.000-04:00Oh that is funny!<BR/><BR/>My hubby went to work once with a perfect hand print of jam on his back!<BR/><BR/>have a great weekend.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08122365458052947125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-28752841772521350462008-05-30T07:56:00.000-04:002008-05-30T07:56:00.000-04:00Ha! Isn't it funny when that happens. I remember one day I was going out to the store after my hubby came home from work. Well, I checked my reflection and had NO spit up on my shirt. (An amazing thing with my kid.) So, I went shopping. Upon my return, my hubby began to laugh. I had a nice mix of formula and baby food all down my back. Tell Coachpa...I can relate! :)The Burp Cloth Babehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11697213369253597654noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-26962102494530510302008-05-29T22:31:00.000-04:002008-05-29T22:31:00.000-04:00You get an extra hour of sleep!!!! Yes! Enjoy!Marlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03190244970587239644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-41767037083977032702008-05-29T15:26:00.000-04:002008-05-29T15:26:00.000-04:00Gross! Poor Coachpa. They must be loving having you guys there, take care.Mighty Morphin' Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03244716672872427829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35026818.post-66849789930735839692008-05-29T07:17:00.000-04:002008-05-29T07:17:00.000-04:00LOL Clearly, he wanted to make sure your dad had a little morning snack so he wouldn't get hungry!Dawn @ Coming to a Nursery Near Youhttp://dawnandjimmy.us/blog/noreply@blogger.com