http://blondemomblog.com/2006/06/05/wwjd/ just another manic mom day Thu, 28 Aug 2008 07:40:10 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 http://blondemomblog.com/2006/06/05/wwjd/#comment-100474 Dina Mon, 19 Nov 2007 14:30:44 +0000 http://blondemomblog.com/?p=400#comment-100474 That is really awesome! My husband and I often play the "WWJD" game about things that happen in our lives. It's both fun and humbling. That is really awesome! My husband and I often play the “WWJD” game about things that happen in our lives. It’s both fun and humbling.

]]> http://blondemomblog.com/2006/06/05/wwjd/#comment-29092 BlondeMomBlog » It’s Been One Year… Tue, 17 Oct 2006 19:33:03 +0000 http://blondemomblog.com/?p=400#comment-29092 [...] Workin’ From Home Mom Blues Delusions of a Working Mom More Boobs Than Bourbon Street WWJD Super Caitlin Being 3 Means Hell on Wheels Mama Don’t Get No Flex Time The Young and the Mostly Restless Baby’s First Car Ride and Up, Up and Away in My Beautiful Brassiere [...] [...] Workin’ From Home Mom Blues Delusions of a Working Mom More Boobs Than Bourbon Street WWJD Super Caitlin Being 3 Means Hell on Wheels Mama Don’t Get No Flex Time The Young and the Mostly Restless Baby’s First Car Ride and Up, Up and Away in My Beautiful Brassiere [...]

]]> http://blondemomblog.com/2006/06/05/wwjd/#comment-7374 Joel Thu, 08 Jun 2006 13:55:55 +0000 http://blondemomblog.com/?p=400#comment-7374 When our youngest son was 5-years old, having been greatly impressed with the first "Ghostbuster" movie, he went around telling everyone his name is "Ray," which was the name of his favorite "Ghostbuster." This was nothing more than an adorable little phase until, while in the grocery story my wife was asked by a stranger the name of her cute little boy. She replied with his given name only to have said son chirp, "that's not my name...my name is Ray," which he repeated loudly several times with nary a smile on his face. The stranger grimaced and set out to find the nearest security guard quite sure she had stumbled upon one of those kids whose pictures are plastered on milk cartons...my wife made a hasty retreat and made it a point to limit public exposure until the phase had passed. When our youngest son was 5-years old, having been greatly impressed with the first “Ghostbuster” movie, he went around telling everyone his name is “Ray,” which was the name of his favorite “Ghostbuster.” This was nothing more than an adorable little phase until, while in the grocery story my wife was asked by a stranger the name of her cute little boy. She replied with his given name only to have said son chirp, “that’s not my name…my name is Ray,” which he repeated loudly several times with nary a smile on his face. The stranger grimaced and set out to find the nearest security guard quite sure she had stumbled upon one of those kids whose pictures are plastered on milk cartons…my wife made a hasty retreat and made it a point to limit public exposure until the phase had passed.

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