tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11256222.post114909730532537809..comments2013-06-29T14:58:37.109-06:00Comments on Musings from Baby Jail: All By Myself...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01592312983008232386noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11256222.post-1149110263402976132006-05-31T15:17:00.000-06:002006-05-31T15:17:00.000-06:00My mother-in-law used to be a nurse and keeps remi...My mother-in-law used to be a nurse and keeps reminding me that "rails break falls". I guess if you're going over, at least it slows things down (or it did with her charges).<BR/><BR/>Don't feel bad about the being spurned bit. Whenever I ask Danny for a kiss these days, he runs over to his hobby horse (or Raggedy Ann-whomever is closer) and gives them kisses instead. At least you're being rejected for a human being. <BR/><BR/>Supposedly 35 inches (what is that, about 90 cm?) is the height at which a child should be moved to a bed. I'm dreading it too-how am I supposed to prevent him getting up early and playing in the diaper pail, or God knows what else?Goodyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17383404429461423998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11256222.post-1149109986971805282006-05-31T15:13:00.000-06:002006-05-31T15:13:00.000-06:00All little girls love thier daddies. Not to mentio...All little girls love thier daddies. Not to mention that absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? I mean, she can hug *you* any ol' time. :)Emmetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00223723243262289188noreply@blogger.com