tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015298038862903173.post7356575585759577506..comments2011-05-25T13:45:06.764-07:00Comments on The Sherwood Journals: Cookie HangoverWhitneyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02838373944014182826noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015298038862903173.post-69594088196207098402011-04-04T20:16:39.749-07:002011-04-04T20:16:39.749-07:00Oh Whitney!! You made me want to wait longer to ha...Oh Whitney!! You made me want to wait longer to have kids!!! HAHAHA! Being a mom is hard work and I think you're doing an awesome job. You have 3 beautiful angels, what more could you ask for? When my brother was born, he cried ALL THE TIME and my mom was about ready to pull her hair out. She would buckle him in his car seat, set him on top of the dryer, and turn the dryer on and the vibration would rock him to sleep. Worked like a charm. Kelly and I were at school so she just had Cassie come in the laundry room and play with toys on the floor while my mom sat in a chair and watched Connor sleep. Sad huh? But it worked! PS I'm SO GLAD you're blogging again!! It's a great form of a journal, keep it up! xoxoM + Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10131101131745360534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7015298038862903173.post-7785186595599773832011-04-01T11:42:52.403-07:002011-04-01T11:42:52.403-07:00I remember thoses days. I used to lock myself in ...I remember thoses days. I used to lock myself in the bathroom with the fan on to "kinda" drown out the sounds of my Colicy (sp?) baby.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15881067815368731048noreply@blogger.com