tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post4019221031085693628..comments2023-10-18T08:13:44.850-07:00Comments on Rooster Calls: It's A Party and I'll Cry if I Want ToUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-61493293619867492712009-01-12T18:37:00.000-08:002009-01-12T18:37:00.000-08:00First off. Ten pounds? You only need to lose TEN P...First off. Ten pounds? You only need to lose TEN POUNDS??? I think this might just possibly disqualify you as my friend. But we'll see.<BR/><BR/>As for the anguish surrounding parties, I hear you. It sounds like our boys are kind of opposites, but parties are hard for us too. Our little guy often refuses to take part in any of the "fun" stuff of parties. He won't eat around other people, he clings to us, and he's generally irritated by the other kids. It sucks. BIG.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry this was a tough one for you, but glad that you, like me, have an awesome and supportive hubby. It helps a little, huh? <BR/><BR/>Hang in there!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-31272811277359331352009-01-12T12:21:00.000-08:002009-01-12T12:21:00.000-08:00Hi:I'm not sure if this will make you feel better ...Hi:<BR/><BR/>I'm not sure if this will make you feel better but my kids were invited to so few b-day parties, and if we were invited, my daughter would get naked, lick the cake...etc.etc.etc.Hollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10590648520881407651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-73971784027837170602009-01-12T08:27:00.000-08:002009-01-12T08:27:00.000-08:00So sorry about the party and the face hitting. :-(...So sorry about the party and the face hitting. :-(<BR/><BR/>But I adore that you are finding the good in things! :-)Niksmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14715465327343655483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-13523940802474979442009-01-12T07:55:00.000-08:002009-01-12T07:55:00.000-08:00Yeah, parties. They're little bits of torture ...Yeah, parties. They're little bits of torture to me, personally. You know what? I try very hard not to take my kids to the park, because there's something not so good about the lack of boundaries - physical - for the kids. My stress level gets way too high. It's probably double stress for you that you have no control over the location of the party. <BR/><BR/>And it sucks to be sitting there as a family and coming face to face with a bad experience. But it passes rather quickly, and there is so much beauty & joy in your family, and in all families. Much of which you captured in your awesome list. I think my favorite is your grandma's flatware. I am a staunch believer that things are "living" because we attach memories to them, and they either bring you good memories or they don't. With the whole point being to increase the good things and sending out the things that bring you bad memories.redheadmommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06821882029097220118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-545465610500649673.post-23804892279849696272009-01-12T05:30:00.000-08:002009-01-12T05:30:00.000-08:00Over the years, I too suffered many horrible party...Over the years, I too suffered many horrible party experiences. But lately, things are much nicer because most of my boys' guests are on the spectrum. We may celebrate a bit differently (e.g. we have a quiet room, I hire a respite worker to help, I offer GFCF options for those on that diet), bu the boys and their guests are finally on the same page!<BR/><BR/>This post was, by the way, really beautifully written. You rock.mama edgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16434016248126809607noreply@blogger.com