Sueshore said:NO WAY....that would change the color of the sand!!!
Oh yeah- can't do that.
Sueshore said:NO WAY....that would change the color of the sand!!!
Sueshore said:NO WAY....that would change the color of the sand!!!
Rita said::funn: You never turn it off do you!
jdarg said:Kimbug- you better start reading now- there are threads and threads on restaurants,activites, etc. I wish I had been better organized and saved some of the posts that are now buried under titles that are not related to the subject- which is from an epidemic of tangent disease. I have it, and probably contracted it on this board!:clap_1:
kurt said:That's why it is important to start new threads. It helps everyone out.
Ocean Lover said:I made a few notes to myself like this when my first child was born.....things not to do when she has a baby and I'm the grandmother.
Do not tell her she's being selfish with the baby.
Do all her daily chores including laundry.
Support her in any way and be positive.
Cook for her
No pouting.
My Mom got a lot better with subsequent grandchildren but I had to be the guinea pig.
gotothebeachmom said:My daughter accidentially locked Camde in her truck tonight. She got so stressed she forgot the code to the door, couldn't get her husband. The dead bolt on her front door was jammed I couldn't unclock it with my key and the key pad on her garage door would not work. I finally beat the crap out of the key pad to bring it to life, got in, got the key, took it to her. She had finally gotten her husband, Camden slept the whole time. I made sure she was OK, gave her her extra keys, drove home. She just called, "thanks for not telling me what a bad Mom I was tonight, Mom."
I just told her, "your a great Mommy honey, Camden's a lucky boy." And you know what? He is.
gotothebeachmom said:My daughter accidentially locked Camde in her truck tonight. She got so stressed she forgot the code to the door, couldn't get her husband. The dead bolt on her front door was jammed I couldn't unclock it with my key and the key pad on her garage door would not work. I finally beat the crap out of the key pad to bring it to life, got in, got the key, took it to her. She had finally gotten her husband, Camden slept the whole time. I made sure she was OK, gave her her extra keys, drove home. She just called, "thanks for not telling me what a bad Mom I was tonight, Mom."
I just told her, "your a great Mommy honey, Camden's a lucky boy." And you know what? He is.