tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841782.post6045978860461762943..comments2023-09-25T08:52:15.671-05:00Comments on The Good Part Blog: On Being a Superhero and a Supermom All in One DayThe Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11267368729189076910noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841782.post-88007318136532313662007-11-17T16:51:00.000-06:002007-11-17T16:51:00.000-06:00Wow that must have been scary!Wow that must have been scary!gentlebreezehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05957242675426694683noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841782.post-71220855703547357272007-11-16T21:14:00.000-06:002007-11-16T21:14:00.000-06:00I did the same thing with my oldest daughter who i...I did the same thing with my oldest daughter who is now four, but at the time was about 18 months. Same exact thing. She was throwing a fit and I didn't want to give in, so I held on, but then noticed that her crying was actually pain and not whining. She was so little that I didn't even feel the pop that returned it to normal. <BR/><BR/>Now I'm not sure if you will have this same problem, but her arm popped three other times after that (Not because of me!!!) I think her arm was just sensitive. The last time it happened was about a year and a half ago. Some girl was helping her up the slide by holding on to her hand. I saw my daughter start that resisting kind of look and I asked the girl to let go of her hand. She didn't listen and then it happened again. <BR/><BR/>So, as a word of advice (or maybe just confirmation) if she resists, just let go of her hand. We can still be the authority without that hand holding thing, KWIM?<BR/><BR/>Keep up the good work!Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13661984853379427448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15841782.post-13175758726224567112007-11-16T18:25:00.000-06:002007-11-16T18:25:00.000-06:00Your last two posts bring back so many memories. ...Your last two posts bring back so many memories. I used to take a day and scrub down, clean or whatever just one room. My mom called it spring house cleaning and fall house cleaning. I was faithful with it when the kids were young. Now, it might be annually or longer. One day when David was 4 (that happened to be a terrible year), I decided it was the day to do the kitchen. That meant walls, curtains 80 panes of french window (x2--inside and out) cupboards, curtains, floor etc. The etc. that day was a decision I had made to reverse the henges on the refrigerator door. It came with instructions. I was "managing" my family of 2 at the time, by verbal instructions only. I'd glance outside once in awhile to see that the boys were o.k. About noon, John came home for lunch, which he did occasionally, with David in tow. He found him about a block and a half from home, thankfully on the route John was coming. I don't even remember if I knew that he was coming home. Anyway, David announced that he was running away from home. Well, today I'd be turned in for child neglect, and rightfully so. Don't remember any punishments or consequences. He probably got spanked, but David, if you're out there, it was my fault. I am sorry. Just one of a few of those days one never forgets. PatPat VEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13503099315290455556noreply@blogger.com