<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018841461493509192.post8736254090382065811..comments</id><updated>2011-11-08T10:39:15.614-08:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='media'/><category term='moments'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='torn'/><category term='liesl jurock'/><category term='isolation'/><category term='moo-moo'/><category term='preschooler'/><category term='core being'/><category term='guilt'/><category term='women&apos;s post'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='boys'/><category term='rituals'/><category term='soother'/><category term='birth'/><category term='selfish'/><category term='woman'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='date'/><category term='beliefs'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='safety'/><category term='home'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='tantrum'/><category term='mothers'/><category term='vulnerable'/><category term='society'/><category term='starbucks'/><category term='family'/><category term='preconceptions'/><category term='mother'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='bond'/><category term='outing'/><category term='work'/><category term='balance'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='women'/><category term='nursing'/><category term='father'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='transition'/><category term='lieslmama'/><category term='students'/><category term='gordon ramsay'/><category term='body'/><category term='party'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='women post'/><category term='violence'/><category term='music'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='book'/><category term='fight'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='bribe'/><category term='baby'/><category term='escape'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='caregivers'/><category term='patience'/><category term='eating'/><category term='monsters'/><category term='play'/><category term='daycare'/><category term='career'/><category term='sick'/><category term='hopelessness'/><category term='fear'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='writing'/><category term='questions'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='money'/><category term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>Comments on Mama's Log: I Think I Finally Like Hallowe'en</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mamaslog.com/feeds/8736254090382065811/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/8736254090382065811/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mamaslog.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-like-halloween.html'/><author><name>liesl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05346570911602358427</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.sfu.ca/~lrjurock/kimberley.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018841461493509192.post-1202605414576910854</id><published>2011-11-08T10:39:15.614-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:39:15.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I&amp;#39;ve never had anything dedicated to me ....</title><content type='html'>Wow, I&amp;#39;ve never had anything dedicated to me ... except maybe my wedding day, but that was a loooong 10 years ago, lol!  Thanks, Liesl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading your piece, I have realized that one of the signs of true friendship is that both parties feel like THEY are the ones who benefits most, that THEY are the ones who hit the jackpot with the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreaded this Halloween.  Could be the weeks of planning for Jared&amp;#39;s birthday on the 14th, or maybe work stress, or maybe just the rainy fall blues.  I just wished I could skip it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grudgingly carved pumpkins on the night before, at one stage even screaming at the kids (who had lost interest and was playing upstairs)to &amp;quot;Get down here!  We are doing this for you, you know!&amp;quot;  Not my proudest moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of the 31st, I compared our bare front porch to our neighbours&amp;#39; spookily decorated houses, and Rob and I dragged ourselves to the dollar store to buy spider webs and a gravestone, grumbling at how overpriced everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I hadn&amp;#39;t even decided what food to make for that night, even though I invited a handful of people over!  There was some serious Googling and last minute Save-On runs going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all changed when you guys arrived and we started trick or treating.  The excitement in the air was intoxicating.  Seeing Lucas and Jamie dart from house to house amidst squeals of delight warmed my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was when we came back to the house, surrounded by some of the people most dear to us,that the evening actually became one of the most memorable ever.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for staying too late...WITH us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for drinking too much...WITH us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giggling too loud...WITH us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if you were anybody other than the awesome friends you are, we would have been in bed by 10, saying &amp;quot;Thank goodness it&amp;#39;s over&amp;quot;, and already dreading the next Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that we created a magical space for you.  I think you are wrong ... a very ordinary space was simply transformed into something special ... by some very magical people ... you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is NOTHING weird about a good shoulder massage!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/8736254090382065811/comments/default/1202605414576910854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/8736254090382065811/comments/default/1202605414576910854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mamaslog.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-like-halloween.html?showComment=1320777555614#c1202605414576910854' title=''/><author><name>Rochelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11665192045674776683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07753285672110667062'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b_EF-p13Hs8/S41yiGOBaUI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qs4Zi8Ozzhk/S220/DSC_0083.JPG'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mamaslog.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-like-halloween.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018841461493509192.post-8736254090382065811' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/posts/default/8736254090382065811' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-363279153'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018841461493509192.post-6132654024733317165</id><published>2011-11-07T03:49:27.203-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T03:49:27.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A) that vegetable skeleton thing is a masterpiece!...</title><content type='html'>A) that vegetable skeleton thing is a masterpiece!&lt;br /&gt;B) It does sound like GREAT fun. When Tenley and Wayne were Lucas&amp;#39;s age it all felt like so much work - the costumes, the candy inspection, the praying no one would get run over, etc. etc. but this year I sent my teenager off to a friend&amp;#39;s and my son was the one with the gun freaking little kids out. Made me nostalgic for the earlier years. :-)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/8736254090382065811/comments/default/6132654024733317165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/8736254090382065811/comments/default/6132654024733317165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mamaslog.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-like-halloween.html?showComment=1320666567203#c6132654024733317165' title=''/><author><name>Paula Kiger</name><uri>http://www.waytenmom.blogspot.com</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.mamaslog.com/2011/11/i-think-i-finally-like-halloween.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2018841461493509192.post-8736254090382065811' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2018841461493509192/posts/default/8736254090382065811' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-622054137'/></entry></feed>
