tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post7377202489567301170..comments2024-01-17T02:53:45.885-06:00Comments on Mommy's Nest: Random Bits and Memories - or - I Remember MamaMommyLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08288191448338432734noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-72810820343343461262010-05-12T09:50:49.045-05:002010-05-12T09:50:49.045-05:00What wonderful memories!What wonderful memories!Marlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18000815937078399278noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-34474979589944856192010-05-07T19:22:17.191-05:002010-05-07T19:22:17.191-05:00My earliest memory is of playing tea party at my G...My earliest memory is of playing tea party at my Grandma's house. I can date it, because she died when I was 3. I remember that she let me use all her real china and real silver, which is crazy indulgent. And it's especially sweet to me now because I have inherited this very china and silver - we use it every holiday!gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00952840544630534206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-17247960236982447272010-05-06T20:40:06.177-05:002010-05-06T20:40:06.177-05:00Poor mom is right! Pickle Puke? GROSS!Poor mom is right! Pickle Puke? GROSS!Messy Mommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08598245588913819571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-59917507230357944622010-05-06T16:30:22.348-05:002010-05-06T16:30:22.348-05:00My earliest memory is of my dad getting me out of ...My earliest memory is of my dad getting me out of my crib after nap and carrying me on his shoulders to dinner!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-89069811087411765642010-05-06T15:44:27.581-05:002010-05-06T15:44:27.581-05:00It's 3:30 in the afternoon and I absolutely ca...It's 3:30 in the afternoon and I absolutely can't think of anything. For real. My mind is a total blank...how sad is that.<br /><br />I love pickles, but I don't think I've ever drank the juice...THAT is hilarious!Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06961186041071578537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-76762586243844649872010-05-06T11:21:43.372-05:002010-05-06T11:21:43.372-05:00Sitting on the stairs of our old house in Duluth, ...Sitting on the stairs of our old house in Duluth, waiting for my Mom or Dad to see me and hopefully make me a PB&J. <br />I sat there a long time, but eventually I got my sandwich. <br /><br />Too bad the sugar kept me up all night after that.<br />:)Whiskeymariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16680444919622976790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-63112464988375187252010-05-06T11:02:31.583-05:002010-05-06T11:02:31.583-05:00My earliest memory is of kneeling on something and...My earliest memory is of kneeling on something and looking out the window. If I'm correct about timing, I was kneeling on a box, the window was of our New York apartment (that we were about to move out of), and I was watching the Tall Ships come up the Hudson for the bicentennial. I was not quite three. Pretty cool, huh?Rebekah @ Mom-In-A-Millionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08249529448060517726noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-5578230963185235302010-05-06T11:01:59.235-05:002010-05-06T11:01:59.235-05:00I'm not mom in a million but I got here first ...I'm not mom in a million but I got here first so there. My earliest memory is being in the back of a convertible and the top was down. From what my parents have said, I was around 2 or 3. I'm pretty sure I think my carseat was red and plastic. The top was down. Those were extra safe times in my life.TheNextMarthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07155359897426664656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-683203389479901112010-05-06T09:22:23.039-05:002010-05-06T09:22:23.039-05:00I threw out my dinner in the trash when dad wasn&#...I threw out my dinner in the trash when dad wasn't looking. little modg butt paid for that one.Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08577926410913578120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-588395822253771722010-05-06T09:15:58.516-05:002010-05-06T09:15:58.516-05:00Elizabeth, that is FOR CUTE.
Doesn't a new ho...Elizabeth, that is FOR CUTE.<br /><br />Doesn't a new house always seem so BIG! ;)MommyLisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08288191448338432734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5165708682601537565.post-69183744146075318092010-05-06T07:08:58.444-05:002010-05-06T07:08:58.444-05:00LOL, my earliest memory... what a fun question!!! ...LOL, my earliest memory... what a fun question!!! I think it would have to be when I was about 3.5. We had just moved into our house, and my friend Faith and her mom had come over to visit. I remember running like a crazy woman around the room, thinking it was SOOOOO big compared to our old house!<br /><br />At least, that's the first memory I have that wasn't artificially "created" by a snapshot in a photo album... you know what I mean?<br /><br />~ElizabethConfessions From A Work-At-Home Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17537552947779004296noreply@blogger.com