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		By: Samantha T		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Samantha T]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[Wow, what a disaster.

Yes, someday, when all three boys are much older, you will look back on this and laugh about it.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, what a disaster.</p>
<p>Yes, someday, when all three boys are much older, you will look back on this and laugh about it.</p>
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		By: Liz Dewsnap		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Liz Dewsnap]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Jan 2010 03:33:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Bless you dear Kristen.  Yes, you WILL laugh one day (it will be a while I suspect) - think about the leverage you will have when they start to date! By the way, I did not laugh, I whimpered....]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bless you dear Kristen.  Yes, you WILL laugh one day (it will be a while I suspect) &#8211; think about the leverage you will have when they start to date! By the way, I did not laugh, I whimpered&#8230;.</p>
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		By: Kristen		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Kristen]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 21:19:27 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[That day was a Wednesday, I blog on Sunday mornings. It took that long for me to get my eyebrows smashed back down to where they were supposed to go and be capable of putting all of those details into something more coherent than general frothing, followed by a mixture of shouted &quot;No Don&#039;t You Dare&quot; s and random sobbing. Poop and Rhubarb! That is just the height of YUCK! You cannot know how glad I am that another mother has lived this day. Not that I would wish it on anyone, but since I had to go through it...well I guess I would wish just a little bit. Misery loves company you know. And you seemed so normal and sane at camp. There is hope for me yet, perhaps I am not permanently damaged after all.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That day was a Wednesday, I blog on Sunday mornings. It took that long for me to get my eyebrows smashed back down to where they were supposed to go and be capable of putting all of those details into something more coherent than general frothing, followed by a mixture of shouted &#8220;No Don&#8217;t You Dare&#8221; s and random sobbing. Poop and Rhubarb! That is just the height of YUCK! You cannot know how glad I am that another mother has lived this day. Not that I would wish it on anyone, but since I had to go through it&#8230;well I guess I would wish just a little bit. Misery loves company you know. And you seemed so normal and sane at camp. There is hope for me yet, perhaps I am not permanently damaged after all.</p>
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		By: Heather		</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Heather]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 02:10:31 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Oh Kristen, I have lived that day.  Different details, but THAT day.  Now, it does make a great story, but primarily because it&#039;s been at least 5 years and I&#039;m not currently living it or cleaning up the mess (one small part of THAT day: one young toddler decided that the only possible action to take at the moment I stepped out to set the sprinkler in the back yard during snack was to empty his messy diaper into his sister&#039;s bowl of strawberry rhubarb sauce and thoroughly mix it up with a spoon. My spoon.  From my kitchen my spoon.  In my bowl.).  Sadly, at the end of the day I don&#039;t think I could reflect with as much gratefulness on my responses as you. I remember arriving at my mother in law&#039;s home late that night after more adventures and travel and she came out to greet me.  I opened those van doors and said something to the effect of &quot;they&#039;re yours, just take them, I&#039;ll come in later...&quot;  :-) 
 Thank you for the reminder of what&#039;s really important in the midst of all this parenting/learning!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Kristen, I have lived that day.  Different details, but THAT day.  Now, it does make a great story, but primarily because it&#8217;s been at least 5 years and I&#8217;m not currently living it or cleaning up the mess (one small part of THAT day: one young toddler decided that the only possible action to take at the moment I stepped out to set the sprinkler in the back yard during snack was to empty his messy diaper into his sister&#8217;s bowl of strawberry rhubarb sauce and thoroughly mix it up with a spoon. My spoon.  From my kitchen my spoon.  In my bowl.).  Sadly, at the end of the day I don&#8217;t think I could reflect with as much gratefulness on my responses as you. I remember arriving at my mother in law&#8217;s home late that night after more adventures and travel and she came out to greet me.  I opened those van doors and said something to the effect of &#8220;they&#8217;re yours, just take them, I&#8217;ll come in later&#8230;&#8221;  🙂<br />
 Thank you for the reminder of what&#8217;s really important in the midst of all this parenting/learning!</p>
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