I made myself a bagel this afternoon and made the mistake of going into the room the kids were in. Within SECONDS all three (yes, ALL THREE) were right by my side begging for some. Needless to say, I didn’t get much. *sigh*
No Tears!: Gio, unfortunately, I have to head home to get some work done between drop off and pick up times…so much for solitude! ♦ What a Card – thanks for the update on the kids (I know, I’ve seen you since, but it doesn’t seem right to just ignore you here 😉 ♦ Heather, Maggie’s red head always makes me stare at her…I just can’t get over how RED it is! (And honestly, these pictures don’t do her justice…)
Is It Just Me?: Once again, thank you to everyone who proved that’s it’s not just me 🙂 Bia – too funny about the sweats! ♦ Tanya – Perhaps you should find some of that leave in conditioner LOL!
Mommy meme: Sure, GrannyFranni – feel free to use my blurb…just let me know what your patients say 😀
Fx4: Lori and Debbie from GA – What a good idea!! I’m not sure if I’ll remember to take a picture every year on the same day, but I LOVE that.
TOO HIGH! (And Too Big): Laura – yes…that’s EXACTLY why your nieces and nephews run when they see you 😉
The Zimmer Zoo 
That’s why if I have something that I don’t want to share, I eat it in the garage. Besides I remember when I was young with my brothers and we would gather around our mother with our mouth’s open like baby birds. I really should call my mom and apologize.
That’s funny…my kids don’t eat much but if I try to eat a bagel, they’re all over it! As an unrelated comment, I’m pretty sure B-man is in love with Maggie. She’s the only kid at school he talks about. 🙂
They can run…but they cannot hide.
(I don’t like food moochers….everyone get your own.)
I left you a little something on my blog.
I should really just feed J&L from what I eat, they somehow think it is sooo much better off of my plate than if I set their own plate in front of them.
We have vultures around here too, I am not sure why I am not loosing weight yet???
That happens here, too. Doesn’t matter what I’m trying to eat, they demand whatever I’m having. H. sits next to me at dinner and swipes food off my plate then, too. For some reason, Mommy’s food always tastes better.