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		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://jillshalvis.com/blog/2008/07/16/mom-has-left-the-building/#comment-35557</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 15:56:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I threw a party the day I stopped wiping butts.  

 :bananadance:
 
I'm convinced that once you become a mother and/or pet owner, PMS stands for Poop Management Systems.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I threw a party the day I stopped wiping butts.  </p>
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<p>I&#8217;m convinced that once you become a mother and/or pet owner, PMS stands for Poop Management Systems.</p>
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		<title>By: Terrie v. Baarsel</title>
		<link>http://jillshalvis.com/blog/2008/07/16/mom-has-left-the-building/#comment-35530</link>
		<dc:creator>Terrie v. Baarsel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 15:16:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Reminds me of one of my own personal moments of clarity. The exact milisecond in time when I fully realized: "I am a mother." It came as I was holding my nursing infant with one hand, wiping my 2 year old's butt with my other hand, while my 4 year tugged at my shirt repeating, "Mommy, I'm hungry! Mommy I'm hungry!"

Is there anything quite like motherhood? :grin:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Reminds me of one of my own personal moments of clarity. The exact milisecond in time when I fully realized: &#8220;I am a mother.&#8221; It came as I was holding my nursing infant with one hand, wiping my 2 year old&#8217;s butt with my other hand, while my 4 year tugged at my shirt repeating, &#8220;Mommy, I&#8217;m hungry! Mommy I&#8217;m hungry!&#8221;</p>
<p>Is there anything quite like motherhood? <img src='http://jillshalvis.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif' alt=':grin:' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Donna M</title>
		<link>http://jillshalvis.com/blog/2008/07/16/mom-has-left-the-building/#comment-35518</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna M</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 00:37:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So glad all that is behind me.  Potty training was different when my kids were little.  By the time they could demand that I change them they were out of diapers &#38; the second daughter was not easy to train!

Great story, hope you got back into your train of thought and kept writing.  :smile: 

I couldn't get onto your website earlier today, then daughter #1 called &#38; then I was gone most of the day!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So glad all that is behind me.  Potty training was different when my kids were little.  By the time they could demand that I change them they were out of diapers &amp; the second daughter was not easy to train!</p>
<p>Great story, hope you got back into your train of thought and kept writing.  <img src='http://jillshalvis.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':smile:' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I couldn&#8217;t get onto your website earlier today, then daughter #1 called &amp; then I was gone most of the day!</p>
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		<title>By: Cryna</title>
		<link>http://jillshalvis.com/blog/2008/07/16/mom-has-left-the-building/#comment-35516</link>
		<dc:creator>Cryna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:53:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kids can give us the biggest reality checks and say the darndest things at sometimes not the best times.  :yes:</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kids can give us the biggest reality checks and say the darndest things at sometimes not the best times.  <img src='http://jillshalvis.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_yes.gif' alt=':yes:' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Brandy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Brandy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 20:09:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kids are nuts. Maybe that's why we love them. *G*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kids are nuts. Maybe that&#8217;s why we love them. *G*</p>
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		<title>By: Susan</title>
		<link>http://jillshalvis.com/blog/2008/07/16/mom-has-left-the-building/#comment-35513</link>
		<dc:creator>Susan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 19:59:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:rotfl:</description>
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		<title>By: Angie-la</title>
		<link>http://jillshalvis.com/blog/2008/07/16/mom-has-left-the-building/#comment-35512</link>
		<dc:creator>Angie-la</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 16:52:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Which brings to mind a story about Spawn 2.  He was about 3 years old or so and we were at a place called Discovery Zone...a chain of entertainment facilities featuring games, indoor mazes, slides, and ball pits.  So the place was packed with kids and parents. I thought the DH was watching S2 and vice versa.
Just about the time mild panic set in, the men's bathroom door opens and S2 waddles out with his pants and pull up around his ankles and declares in a very loud voice, "Daddy! I need you to wipe me!"  
I was laughing so hard...along with about 30 other parents.
The DH says, "Your son needs you" and walks off! So, I took him into the ladies room and cleaned him up.
We talk about that incident frequently even though it was about 13 years ago...and it doesn't bother S2 one bit.  Unfortunately, he seems kinda proud of it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Which brings to mind a story about Spawn 2.  He was about 3 years old or so and we were at a place called Discovery Zone&#8230;a chain of entertainment facilities featuring games, indoor mazes, slides, and ball pits.  So the place was packed with kids and parents. I thought the DH was watching S2 and vice versa.<br />
Just about the time mild panic set in, the men&#8217;s bathroom door opens and S2 waddles out with his pants and pull up around his ankles and declares in a very loud voice, &#8220;Daddy! I need you to wipe me!&#8221;<br />
I was laughing so hard&#8230;along with about 30 other parents.<br />
The DH says, &#8220;Your son needs you&#8221; and walks off! So, I took him into the ladies room and cleaned him up.<br />
We talk about that incident frequently even though it was about 13 years ago&#8230;and it doesn&#8217;t bother S2 one bit.  Unfortunately, he seems kinda proud of it!</p>
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		<title>By: Jill</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:54:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The funny thing is, we're not allowed to tell this story in front of Youngest.  If we do, she won't speak to any of us for days.  Man, that girl can hold a grudge . . .</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The funny thing is, we&#8217;re not allowed to tell this story in front of Youngest.  If we do, she won&#8217;t speak to any of us for days.  Man, that girl can hold a grudge . . .</p>
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		<title>By: Karin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Karin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:50:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:lol:  I absolutely love that story, Jill. Kids have no shame in stating exactly what they need, much to the parents' chagrin. My niece, who is 4, still yells for someone to wipe her after #2. Oh, and the kicker is that she'll tell you exactly who she wants to help her - daddy, auntie, grandma... It always makes me laugh when she chooses, unless it's me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> <img src='http://jillshalvis.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_lol.gif' alt=':lol:' class='wp-smiley' />  I absolutely love that story, Jill. Kids have no shame in stating exactly what they need, much to the parents&#8217; chagrin. My niece, who is 4, still yells for someone to wipe her after #2. Oh, and the kicker is that she&#8217;ll tell you exactly who she wants to help her - daddy, auntie, grandma&#8230; It always makes me laugh when she chooses, unless it&#8217;s me.</p>
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		<title>By: Patricia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Patricia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 Jul 2008 15:36:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jill,  I chuckled at your story, because I remember my son couldn't get into nursery school until he was trained. He used to say, "here's my diaper, here's my pins, I need changing".  &#38;, I said to him, "anyone who can say all that, should be doing it himself".  However, one day he just walked into the bathroom, took off his training pants, aimed for the toilet bowl, &#38; never had an accident afterwards.  My Pediatrician said that boys are much slower to be trained than girls, &#38; that the "training" they receive before age 3 is really the parent being trained, not the kid.  Of course, this was 40 years ago, so, maybe, things have changed--LOL.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jill,  I chuckled at your story, because I remember my son couldn&#8217;t get into nursery school until he was trained. He used to say, &#8220;here&#8217;s my diaper, here&#8217;s my pins, I need changing&#8221;.  &amp;, I said to him, &#8220;anyone who can say all that, should be doing it himself&#8221;.  However, one day he just walked into the bathroom, took off his training pants, aimed for the toilet bowl, &amp; never had an accident afterwards.  My Pediatrician said that boys are much slower to be trained than girls, &amp; that the &#8220;training&#8221; they receive before age 3 is really the parent being trained, not the kid.  Of course, this was 40 years ago, so, maybe, things have changed&#8211;LOL.</p>
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