<?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-6366206142868173203.post3005204874353193339..comments</id><updated>2009-08-18T14:27:52.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Warm Chocolate Milk: Little boy hands</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/feeds/3005204874353193339/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>warmchocmilk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751377135395989730</uri><email>susanberlien@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-1635050472049484611</id><published>2009-08-18T14:27:52.965-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T14:27:52.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a sweet post, but tragic all at the same time...</title><content type='html'>What a sweet post, but tragic all at the same time. I have two boys, one to be five tomorrow, the other is 16 months.  The five year old will allow me to hold his hand still...the 16 month old already refuses. He&amp;#39;s so independent that I think I pull the five year old along a bit longer than necessary, but I do believe he knows I need that.  :)  Welcome to Blogland. I refuse to call it a sphere, just so you know. I&amp;#39;m popping over from Heather of the EO. Happy Tuesday.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/1635050472049484611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/1635050472049484611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1250630872965#c1635050472049484611' title=''/><author><name>Tooj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15910737494137891606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-6525257387062056107</id><published>2009-08-11T17:50:44.589-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:50:44.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...Heather's got lots of friends, huh?  She sen...</title><content type='html'>Wow...Heather&amp;#39;s got lots of friends, huh?  She sent me, too.  I might need to ask her to send some peeps my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you feel.  I felt this way with my first two, and now I too have a little boy starting kindergarten in less than a month.  It gets easier, in a way, because you know what it will be like with each successive child.  But still there are those strings you speak of, always being pulled from our hearts.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/6525257387062056107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/6525257387062056107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1250038244589#c6525257387062056107' title=''/><author><name>Kristen@nosmallthing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11179729832299127748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-9132909551954504391</id><published>2009-08-10T19:58:01.742-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:58:01.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm here welcoming you from Heather's blog too...</title><content type='html'>Hi, I&amp;#39;m here welcoming you from Heather&amp;#39;s blog too. I understand that heart-tug balancing the need to let go all too well. I love your warm chocolate milk ritual. We do that here too.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/9132909551954504391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/9132909551954504391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249959481742#c9132909551954504391' title=''/><author><name>charrette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16351177033783487168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12086936348172434583'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-781640369216457209</id><published>2009-08-10T10:23:04.202-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:23:04.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello! I came over from Heather's blog. Great post...</title><content type='html'>Hello! I came over from Heather&amp;#39;s blog. Great post. It is all to familiar in a Mama&amp;#39;s life, realizing they grow up way too fast!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/781640369216457209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/781640369216457209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249924984202#c781640369216457209' title=''/><author><name>Chele</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04590696973253007816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-5557349723596051080</id><published>2009-08-10T09:30:11.426-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T09:30:11.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi! I popped over from Heather at the EO's blog an...</title><content type='html'>Hi! I popped over from Heather at the EO&amp;#39;s blog and have to say this story is wonderful. Hubby just asked me this morning why I went ahead and sat down again to hold my little almost 2 year old when she asked me to... again... even though I have 3 million and 10 things to get done today and had already held her for about 30 minutes. It was simply because I know these days are slipping by fast and I want to hold onto every minute I can!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5557349723596051080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5557349723596051080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249921811426#c5557349723596051080' title=''/><author><name>Blessed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00029860506890356566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-8082767460715078319</id><published>2009-08-10T06:29:39.167-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:29:39.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, when Heather tells us to jump, apparently we ...</title><content type='html'>Boy, when Heather tells us to jump, apparently we all do!  I came by to meet you even though I secretly don&amp;#39;t like you since you know Heather in real life and I don&amp;#39;t.  But, I&amp;#39;ll try to get over that:)&lt;br /&gt;And you are such a talented writer.  It is unusual to read a new blog that already has such a clear voice.  Welcome!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/8082767460715078319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/8082767460715078319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249910979167#c8082767460715078319' title=''/><author><name>Debbie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17480046958714954128</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00540261512546803853'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3844331805293689212</id><published>2009-08-10T05:36:52.705-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:36:52.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to blogging. Your little guy is precious a...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to blogging. Your little guy is precious and this post really captured some great moments.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3844331805293689212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3844331805293689212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249907812705#c3844331805293689212' title=''/><author><name>Angela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13949844180291293484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-323352097351241721</id><published>2009-08-09T23:37:37.989-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:37:37.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a beautiful post! Welcome to the bloggy wo...</title><content type='html'>This is a beautiful post! Welcome to the bloggy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry your basement got flooded. :(</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/323352097351241721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/323352097351241721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249886257989#c323352097351241721' title=''/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05163097493450864797</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07146634562675235799'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-4689833332631172373</id><published>2009-08-09T19:39:33.216-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:39:33.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post made me tear up.</title><content type='html'>This post made me tear up.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/4689833332631172373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/4689833332631172373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249871973216#c4689833332631172373' title=''/><author><name>Krista</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00243249269698089735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3654708118569160226</id><published>2009-08-09T19:24:07.086-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:24:07.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the blogging world!  Heather sent me ov...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the blogging world!  Heather sent me over and I am so glad she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so understand this post.  My little guy starts Kindergarten in a couple of weeks and I just can not believe it.  I am not ready, but he is.  I am just glad it&amp;#39;s half day, I don&amp;#39;t think I could handle full day.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3654708118569160226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3654708118569160226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249871047086#c3654708118569160226' title=''/><author><name>Kim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13652588913103400105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04779547041747196080'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3559269315293608178</id><published>2009-08-09T12:11:08.256-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:11:08.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am visiting from the EO. Welcome to the bloggy w...</title><content type='html'>I am visiting from the EO. Welcome to the bloggy world! :+)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3559269315293608178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3559269315293608178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249845068256#c3559269315293608178' title=''/><author><name>Mammatalk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02817604771276398853</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17504352380547690263'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3425178887024332919</id><published>2009-08-09T07:51:58.727-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:51:58.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm visiting from the EO!

My son is 5 and also st...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m visiting from the EO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is 5 and also starting K this year. I have many of the same feelings as you. I&amp;#39;m trying to soak in all the love and kisses and special moments I can while he&amp;#39;s still young, because one day, I know he won&amp;#39;t be so willing. Sure, he&amp;#39;ll still love me something fierce, but it won&amp;#39;t be as obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the blog world!!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3425178887024332919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3425178887024332919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249829518727#c3425178887024332919' title=''/><author><name>Christy M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04123151731240277244</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-4819500858359749661</id><published>2009-08-08T23:02:34.907-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T23:02:34.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have such a way with words - that post brought...</title><content type='html'>You have such a way with words - that post brought tears to my eyes and I&amp;#39;m pretty sure it&amp;#39;s not just because I&amp;#39;m expecting.  Such a beautiful tribute.  How glad we blogging mothers will be in years to come to have these recorded memories to look back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the crazy wonderful world of blogging - bon appetit!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/4819500858359749661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/4819500858359749661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249797754907#c4819500858359749661' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01653757517652257445</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-5739989305445569204</id><published>2009-08-08T21:33:28.878-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:33:28.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the blog world!</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the blog world!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5739989305445569204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5739989305445569204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249792408878#c5739989305445569204' title=''/><author><name>Kimberly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815049701010983875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05479289417198800072'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-9111884841922418160</id><published>2009-08-08T19:18:21.692-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:18:21.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've described the feeling so well...  They keep...</title><content type='html'>You&amp;#39;ve described the feeling so well...  They keep getting more and more independent.  I keep reminding myself just to enjoy each moment rather than wish for the past or the future.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/9111884841922418160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/9111884841922418160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249784301692#c9111884841922418160' title=''/><author><name>MoziEsmé</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16078786257885681829</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-4860464911002939472</id><published>2009-08-08T18:39:00.584-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:39:00.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>heather sent me too :-)

my 3 yr old starts presch...</title><content type='html'>heather sent me too :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 3 yr old starts preschool in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;gulp&amp;gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/4860464911002939472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/4860464911002939472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249781940584#c4860464911002939472' title=''/><author><name>Dave</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02084704453299107385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-8496530557611929930</id><published>2009-08-08T14:41:31.890-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:41:31.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the blog world! I'm over from Heather's...</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the blog world! I&amp;#39;m over from Heather&amp;#39;s blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post about your son is so sweet. It&amp;#39;s tough to let them go but it&amp;#39;s an absoutely wonderful feeling when they walk back in through the door. I hope the school year goes well.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/8496530557611929930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/8496530557611929930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249767691890#c8496530557611929930' title=''/><author><name>Life Is Beautiful</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12115664780629312155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-5841843674710254519</id><published>2009-08-08T13:48:55.024-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:48:55.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting from Heather - my boys are 6 and 3 1/2. Y...</title><content type='html'>Visiting from Heather - my boys are 6 and 3 1/2. Your post made me teary. Oldest is preparing for first grade - I was hoping this year I would be more ready than I was for kindergarten last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that it will never get easier, sending them on their way. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that didn&amp;#39;t help. So very sorry!! Know you&amp;#39;re not alone :-).</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5841843674710254519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5841843674710254519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249764535024#c5841843674710254519' title=''/><author><name>Em</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00084508582913500810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-1188563230281894323</id><published>2009-08-08T13:38:26.310-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:38:26.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What an amazing dimple!


Welcome, glad I found yo...</title><content type='html'>What an amazing dimple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, glad I found you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/1188563230281894323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/1188563230281894323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249763906310#c1188563230281894323' title=''/><author><name>Chief</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01666221134973458983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03682273381268141577'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-7105529293765097422</id><published>2009-08-08T12:48:42.431-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:48:42.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping by from Heather's blog. I love this post....</title><content type='html'>Stopping by from Heather&amp;#39;s blog. I love this post. They grow up way to fast.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/7105529293765097422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/7105529293765097422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249760922431#c7105529293765097422' title=''/><author><name>Get Real Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13729746508094507948</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18442114243194016667'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-5219799402128434694</id><published>2009-08-08T12:25:08.510-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:25:08.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I hope my daughter (3) will always hold my ...</title><content type='html'>Oh how I hope my daughter (3) will always hold my hand.  I am going to continue to live in lala land and hope that happens ;-)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5219799402128434694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/5219799402128434694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249759508510#c5219799402128434694' title=''/><author><name>Midwest Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07878325934353943862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17790696938104450762'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-1951243764073402345</id><published>2009-08-07T10:32:24.183-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:32:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If they find comfort in snuggling now, they will a...</title><content type='html'>If they find comfort in snuggling now, they will always find comfort in snuggling. My almost 22 year old daughter would DIE if she knew I was posting this, but...you need to hear it! When she woke up for work one morning (at 6AM) several weeks ago, she felt nauseous. Bad enough that she was uncomfortable, but not enough that she was running to the bathroom. She came to my room, quietly and kindly asked if I would come to her room, she needed me. I jumped out of bed (once a mom, always a mom). In her room she told me how she felt, and asked if I thought she should call in sick to work. I suggested trying a little food to see if that settled her stomach (or made her puke). After getting her some crackers, she thanked me, but looked like she still wanted something from me. I asked what else she thought might help and she said.........&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;will you snuggle with me?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, YES! As we lay there in her bed, my arm gently around her, her head on my shoulder, she fell back to sleep. At 7 she woke up, said she felt better, called work and said she be a little late, and off she went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...while you may feel like the boys are growing up and won&amp;#39;t need you, they will always need you...just not every minute of every day!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/1951243764073402345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/1951243764073402345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249666344183#c1951243764073402345' title=''/><author><name>Carol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14683802745849393080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-6033020581148618237</id><published>2009-08-07T06:50:52.860-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:50:52.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You made your old babysitter cry today. We take Ma...</title><content type='html'>You made your old babysitter cry today. We take Maddie to college in two weeks and while she is completely ready...I am not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you, I can only hope that we have done our jobs right and that she will make choices that will keep her safe. I keep telling myself that this is why we have kids, this is part of life, etc. And it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, keep enjoying those moments. They do go by too quickly. But, aren&amp;#39;t we lucky to have them.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/6033020581148618237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/6033020581148618237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249653052860#c6033020581148618237' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3638934341252707415</id><published>2009-08-07T01:53:11.079-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T01:53:11.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy this...  you had me hooked on the Warm Cho...</title><content type='html'>I enjoy this...  you had me hooked on the Warm Chocolate Milk.  I make cocoa, sometimes 3 times a day.  Morning and bedtime are almost certain... in a sippy cup at least at night.  My Ben is 8.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly now he doesn&amp;#39;t want to hold hands and cuddle if there is any chance one of his peers will see, but in the private moments he is still my little boy.  when he is asleep he has that little boy face - the one I always love to study.  That peaceful, angle face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They grow up, and we are not raising children - we are raising adults.  But do not loose heart, do not give up  - keep trying for those moments of hand holding, cuddles and they don&amp;#39;t stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend told me that he kids would still cuddle on the couch watching a movie and sit on her lap even when they were so big she sometimes wished they would not!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note:  a resource I found on Netflix was &amp;quot;Your Child ages 6-12&amp;quot; and it was an EXCELLENT study.  It talks about the balance between them needing affection and boundaries during these years where they firmly establish their independence.  Highly recommended if you have children in that age range.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on blogging...  you have sometime to share.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3638934341252707415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/3638934341252707415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249635191079#c3638934341252707415' title=''/><author><name>Ynot</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-798320866852152011</id><published>2009-08-06T19:14:46.524-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:14:46.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan, you have broken my heart.  I know exactly h...</title><content type='html'>Susan, you have broken my heart.  I know exactly how you feel and I think about Ada everyday and how she is growing and becoming more and more independent.  There will come a time when she will not crawl in my lap and tell me how much she loves me as she nuzzles in.  The fact that you think about these things makes you a great mother and helps you to appreciate the things that you have and have had with your sons.  I really try to treasure every moment (except the bratty, tantrumy ones) and I don&amp;#39;t know what is going to happen, but I hope because I am aware that my baby is growing and is not going to always be my baby that I will somehow be able to stay in her life and take joy in whatever phase of life she is going through. It sucks to think about how they go away someday though...that they are not always &amp;quot;yours&amp;quot;.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/798320866852152011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/3005204874353193339/comments/default/798320866852152011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html?showComment=1249611286524#c798320866852152011' title=''/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10298680169011841143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.warmchocolatemilk.com/2009/08/little-boy-hands.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6366206142868173203.post-3005204874353193339' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6366206142868173203/posts/default/3005204874353193339' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>