tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012939966701352894.post4136140935353618919..comments2024-01-28T15:20:07.933+02:00Comments on Help! I Have A Fire In My Kitchen: Do As I Preach, Not As I Practice - Rule # 9Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012939966701352894.post-29701912802778313082010-11-24T06:19:17.972+02:002010-11-24T06:19:17.972+02:00Hello,
This is a question for the webmaster/adm...Hello,<br /> <br /> This is a question for the webmaster/admin here at fireinmykitchen.blogspot.com.<br /><br />May I use part of the information from this post right above if I provide a backlink back to this site?<br /><br />Thanks,<br />JulesAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012939966701352894.post-49585266473119671812010-09-12T21:39:17.115+02:002010-09-12T21:39:17.115+02:00Thank you, that was extremely valuable and interes...Thank you, that was extremely valuable and interesting...I will be back again to read more on this topic.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012939966701352894.post-68485731316270655262007-04-04T07:12:00.000+03:002007-04-04T07:12:00.000+03:00oh i'm so glad i'm not the only one who forgets to...oh i'm so glad i'm not the only one who forgets to eat! <BR/><BR/>cereal, crackers, "sammich fixin's", can of something, and most importantly... "leftovers!"<BR/><BR/>my foster kids always thought it was so grown-up and a big treat to be able to choose and prepare their <I>own</I> meal without 'momma' hovering over and "stupervising".Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012939966701352894.post-89399026022345883612006-12-04T16:41:00.000+02:002006-12-04T16:41:00.000+02:00I laugh because it does happen. When my husband wa...I laugh because it does happen. When my husband was layed off for a short time, he had the honor of caring for our then 5 year old daughter. Now for a man that does not even know where I keep the toaster, this was a challenge. I would come home from work and ask the usual "Did Hailey brush her teeth? Did she have lunch?" he would get a horrified look on his face letting me know that he had forgotten to feed her. Thankfully she would rescue him and say "Mom, I made a peanut butter sandwhich." Then when he was not within earshot she would add " Where did we go wrong with him?"Paula and Elwood's Poetic Palacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13343194029961318354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012939966701352894.post-6322601902908121602006-12-03T19:55:00.000+02:002006-12-03T19:55:00.000+02:00And I thought I was the only one who forgot to eat...And I thought I was the only one who forgot to eat. I can't forget to feed my daughter, though. Her stomach clock is set for noon and 6, and she's not shy about reminding me that she needs to be fed. The few times she's been too busy to remind me, though, she's had to forage for her own food. I'm much better now that I'm a stay-at-home.B.E. Sandersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04336115135400388268noreply@blogger.com