tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post1778228754961411675..comments2024-03-20T12:23:23.467-04:00Comments on Not Wifezilla: It Gets BetterJackiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18076696497945939880noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-39828150698474340382012-06-12T22:40:47.652-04:002012-06-12T22:40:47.652-04:00This was wonderful & refreshing to read. When...This was wonderful & refreshing to read. When I see a new mom looking anxious and stressed, I want to put my arm around her and tell her that it's ok. Sure I'm barely 1 1/2 years in, but those newborn days are rough and scary. It's nice to have another mom who understands.Rach (DonutsMama)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14029074046922966097noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-34606013198214530602012-06-09T13:15:23.272-04:002012-06-09T13:15:23.272-04:00It does get better and easier. It's hard to im...It does get better and easier. It's hard to imagine when you are in the thick of it, though!Shellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06811697675090627618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-67920533753537107932012-06-06T19:46:57.597-04:002012-06-06T19:46:57.597-04:00Something about this post really struck me. Maybe ...Something about this post really struck me. Maybe cause i see so much of myself in that group of friends having dinner and we just made an offer on a house down the street from friends. i think it's wonderful that your friends have someone like you who understands and has been there before and doesn't judge or doesn't care if the meal is perfect.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10131912973188968527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-47253612324844830512012-06-06T19:15:15.056-04:002012-06-06T19:15:15.056-04:00Well written and point well made. When you have a ...Well written and point well made. When you have a newborn, especially a first, it's so hard to take one moment, one day, one week at a time but that's exactly what you need to do. And it does get better. I've even heard that once your kid hits elementary school you routinely get to do crazy stuff like sleep through the night *every* night and pee without an audience.<br /><br />Parents like your friends are also the reason I find it so annoying when people in restaurants are like, "O.M.G. *look* there's a baby doing baby stuff at this casual eatery. MY DINNER IS RUINED!" It's like, "Dude. Relax. a) your dinner doesn't have to be ruined if you lighten up and b) think of how hard this is for the baby's parents. A little kindness is in order."Larkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01782254001145914109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-74030417233552052802012-06-06T16:13:41.072-04:002012-06-06T16:13:41.072-04:00I remember those days too...they seem like so long...I remember those days too...they seem like so long ago now. You know what the best part of this post is? Your besties live only 2 blocks away now. That is awesome!!Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17940118384108153753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-39424040959228467832012-06-06T15:02:10.579-04:002012-06-06T15:02:10.579-04:00I was lucky and never had much of a problem with m...I was lucky and never had much of a problem with my kids in restaurants when they were babies. They were always fairly quiet and relaxed. I loathe when a parent just sits and lets their baby scream and cry for 20 minutes intruding on everyone else's nice dinner so I give her props for sitting out with the baby but I'm sure she felt left out. It does get better with time. Now my biggest problem is getting my kids to stop arguing in restaurants, lolAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12866181421636225099noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066198610262034062.post-11398760380682961552012-06-06T09:56:54.582-04:002012-06-06T09:56:54.582-04:00Oh, restaurants with babies! I admire you for tryi...Oh, restaurants with babies! I admire you for trying! I remember the days of passing my first born back and forth so Steve and I could take turns with appetizers and wine. After the first baby, we stopped trying to get out :) Great post!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com