tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post1196177612313250590..comments2023-05-20T06:33:09.959-07:00Comments on Long Story Longer . . .: My Little TomatoLSLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01958803948139792799noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-10076845120547508482007-08-16T03:57:00.000-07:002007-08-16T03:57:00.000-07:00oh sweetie, you're in love! and he sounds absolute...oh sweetie, you're in love! and he sounds absolutely perfect for you. what a little angel. <BR/><BR/><I>and he would glue himself to my body and bury his head in my neck and calm down and sleep.</I> there's really nothing else like that. it makes me smile when i see my grandkids or my neices and nephews and i think to myself "i can feel you, right here over my heart, where i held you when you were small." and it's true. <BR/><BR/>with an aunt like you, he will live your prayer. what a lovely prayer, too. and sperm donors? can you fit jon stewart in there? <BR/><BR/>i am so happy for you. this is a wonderful post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-41593281316155802672007-08-15T09:03:00.000-07:002007-08-15T09:03:00.000-07:00Even though they smell bad and poop in green, babi...Even though they smell bad and poop in green, babies make me happy. :)Buddhistahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14756155113915462234noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-15207339008901650852007-08-13T07:06:00.000-07:002007-08-13T07:06:00.000-07:00You need a dog.You need a dog.Laceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06707866603299800164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-75967074658145883252007-08-13T02:14:00.000-07:002007-08-13T02:14:00.000-07:00I have eight of them. Yes, eight! The oldest is no...I have eight of them. Yes, eight! The oldest is now 21. Try not to blink. One minute, they're in diapers and the next minute, they're towering over you, introducing you to the girlfriend. But no matter how old they get, all I see when I look at them is fat cheeks and belly laughs and little arms reaching up to be held.Demandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13091293696750606102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-69639892601152372032007-08-12T20:49:00.000-07:002007-08-12T20:49:00.000-07:00a few months back I heard someone ask: do they see...a few months back I heard someone ask: do they see your eyes light up when they walk/come into the room?<BR/><BR/>i thought back to my own childhood and the moments I can remember when someone received me like that. <BR/><BR/>it has been my mission ever since, with every child I encounter: may my eyes light up when I see them - and may their souls blossom in response.<BR/><BR/>i love hearing you talk about your little tomato.<BR/><BR/>ps: how would you feel about sharing Anderson Cooper? ;)the kicker is...https://www.blogger.com/profile/12304743927661869109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-41372299794641919052007-08-12T19:09:00.000-07:002007-08-12T19:09:00.000-07:00What a beautiful and lovingly written post LSL. I...What a beautiful and lovingly written post LSL. I got goosebumps reading your prayer and I like the reflective stuff (favourite subject etc).<BR/><BR/>He is pretty lucky to have an aunt that thinks about him with such love. All that positive energy (thoughts) can only be a good thing not only for him but you too.<BR/><BR/>Since I started reading your blog upon your return home, I have noticed a change in your posts (I could be wrong) but there seems to be less angst or anxiety to them.<BR/><BR/>Maybe you have found your little spot in the world for now.<BR/><BR/>Namaste, Denys.FireHorsehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088252658641734673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-52135000967992445062007-08-12T16:04:00.000-07:002007-08-12T16:04:00.000-07:00Baby bird hair? Poor little thing. (I'm KIDDING....Baby bird hair? Poor little thing. (I'm KIDDING.....don't hate me......). I can almost feel the squishy little soft cheeks.A Lewishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05066992019067893513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-55910710765372359402007-08-12T12:59:00.000-07:002007-08-12T12:59:00.000-07:00I love your prayer...if more parents( or aunties f...I love your prayer...if more parents( or aunties for that matter) started caring about what their children will be this early I think we might just be in a better place now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-48715416587598875212007-08-12T11:23:00.000-07:002007-08-12T11:23:00.000-07:00Awwww...how cute!Awwww...how cute!Steve Newsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00942550890039571901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-63532884645690120032007-08-12T10:55:00.000-07:002007-08-12T10:55:00.000-07:00That really is what it's all about, isn't it?That really is what it's all about, isn't it?Bigezbearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01518091273245395370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-46503451491810258662007-08-12T10:01:00.000-07:002007-08-12T10:01:00.000-07:00Man, he IS cute! He must come from DANG cute pare...Man, he IS cute! He must come from DANG cute parents!<BR/><BR/>-Parents of little TomatoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-35133937121119664412007-08-12T09:41:00.000-07:002007-08-12T09:41:00.000-07:00Every time you mention him, you write even more be...Every time you mention him, you write even more beautifully than before. I love that you think of who he will be, rather than just how cute he is now. You mentioned his worried forehead and searching eyes ... sounds like he has an old soul.Matthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08564827704670105620noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1576769111370725859.post-84457510801449744052007-08-12T09:35:00.000-07:002007-08-12T09:35:00.000-07:00i know what you mean about the little ones. there ...i know what you mean about the little ones. there is nothing as heart warming to me as spending time with my nephew. he's an absolute delight. of course, in my case, i don't hear my ovaries crying out for a kid of my own. sometimes i feel a little sad about that fact but am grateful i get to spend all the time i want with my little wonder boy.<BR/><BR/>i am glad you got that time!Sizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00182860438430294750noreply@blogger.com