tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post3528716994130637445..comments2023-11-03T07:29:16.334+00:00Comments on The Potty Diaries: Cauliflower tastes like chicken...?Potty Mummyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-40216226517605568532008-04-14T16:22:00.000+01:002008-04-14T16:22:00.000+01:00So now you really have me - and anyone else readin...So now you really have me - and anyone else reading the comments box - wondering. But I won't ask any more Aims - you're entitled your own private life... (!)Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-34914913533345870712008-04-14T15:53:00.000+01:002008-04-14T15:53:00.000+01:00If I told you the real reason - you'd be weeping h...If I told you the real reason - you'd be weeping huge alligator tears for me and telling your boys a scary bedtime story based on me....so no...that's not going to happen!aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-80869869466527569662008-04-14T15:52:00.000+01:002008-04-14T15:52:00.000+01:00Of course just a play on 'big girl' and eating my ...Of course just a play on 'big girl' and eating my words darling - that's my story and I'm sticking to it!aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-57246344175275146472008-04-14T12:47:00.000+01:002008-04-14T12:47:00.000+01:00Irene, I do so hope so.Irene, I do so hope so.Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-13023839346968736942008-04-14T03:40:00.000+01:002008-04-14T03:40:00.000+01:00You should always be able to travel back in time t...You should always be able to travel back in time to that moment when they sat in your lap and they smelled of the outside air and you cuddled them and all was well with the world and you knew you would love them forever.Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05043376053971475659noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-72823862989740141392008-04-13T17:54:00.000+01:002008-04-13T17:54:00.000+01:00Iota - no chance. (on the baby front, that is). ...Iota - no chance. (on the baby front, that is). As for the lentils, well, blenders are wonderful things for hiding items of a 'suspicious' consistency, don't you find?<BR/><BR/>Lady Thinker, why thankyou kindly, I would! And will be over shortly to collect it (though quite why I, a woman of so few words, would get a chatty bloggers award I can't imagine...)<BR/><BR/>Aims, no I promise that I didn't do it to make you eat your words. But your comment yesteday did make me think about the fact that I so often talk about the rubbish stuff when there really is a lot more to this parenting lark than that. And of course that thought coincided with one of those hormonal moments yesterday evening and produced the perfect storm of a sentimental post. I promise not to make a habit of it.<BR/><BR/>But please, tell me, why the stretchy pants?Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-16016607632743071772008-04-13T16:52:00.000+01:002008-04-13T16:52:00.000+01:00Okay girl - you did this so I would have to eat so...Okay girl - you did this so I would have to eat some of my words didn't you?<BR/><BR/>I am envious of those things. I am and I'm a big enough girl to admit it. <BR/><BR/>Now - where are my stretchy pants?aimshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12685252628734838159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-48176573504478692752008-04-13T16:29:00.000+01:002008-04-13T16:29:00.000+01:00Would you like a chatty bloggers award? http://sid...Would you like a chatty bloggers award? http://sidmouth-town.blogspot.com/2008/04/chatty-bloggers-award.htmlPenny Pincherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00993473608935875834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-32108135758434743382008-04-13T14:51:00.000+01:002008-04-13T14:51:00.000+01:00Cauliflower? And lentils? Blimey. You must be doin...Cauliflower? And lentils? Blimey. You must be doing something right. I haven't bought either of those items for, oh, 9 years or so.<BR/><BR/>As for the rest, we're all allowed those motherhood life-fulfilled moments, you know. Even we stiff upper-lipped Brits. <BR/><BR/>Watch out, or you might have another baby.Iota https://www.blogger.com/profile/08507184283437057648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-1476452290604674262008-04-13T13:59:00.000+01:002008-04-13T13:59:00.000+01:00Hi Jeanie, thanks for the visit and the comment. ...Hi Jeanie, thanks for the visit and the comment. Of course, if you read the post before this one, you'll see why we might WANT to throw in the dishcloth in the first place...Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-11706700487872739742008-04-13T13:44:00.000+01:002008-04-13T13:44:00.000+01:00I just came here via Tracey - and found a lovely p...I just came here via Tracey - and found a lovely post that encapsulates why we don't all throw in the dishcloth when the going gets tough. How beautiful.jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17322709527738134797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-47083751275530167512008-04-13T11:22:00.000+01:002008-04-13T11:22:00.000+01:00'Dinner deceptions'; great expression Tracey. And...'Dinner deceptions'; great expression Tracey. And what parent doesn't use them? 'Of course you've had broccoli before - and you loved it!' <BR/><BR/>Hi Carolyn, baby steps is what it's all about with Boy #1 and food. I must say though that since Christmas we've had what are - relatively speaking - giant leaps. Thank god. Spaghetti carbonara was beginning to pall, just a little, 5 days a week...<BR/><BR/>Mya, you are a goddess. How do you DO that? Prune as chocolate? You truly are Uber-Mum...<BR/><BR/>Thanks WM. And if we could bottle - well, I guess they wouldn't be so sweet. It would still be lovely though. (And a money spinner too - can you imagine?)Potty Mummyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04751869800592294891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-32168818329859082522008-04-13T10:28:00.000+01:002008-04-13T10:28:00.000+01:00Great post. I love the idea of bottling. I'm hop...Great post. I love the idea of bottling. I'm hoping my blog will record some of the small things that are easily forgotten, the tiny things that make you love them even more (if possible). Shame I can't bottle the hugs and kisses!Working Mumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16243697047355131343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-25074454847004113312008-04-13T09:26:00.000+01:002008-04-13T09:26:00.000+01:00Ahh...that was lovely. You are so right...the rewa...Ahh...that was lovely. You are so right...the rewards heavily outweigh the moments of cauliflower-rebellion-induced mania.<BR/><BR/>My Sprog eats prune yoghurt...but only because he believes it is chocolate flavour. Mwhahahha!<BR/><BR/>Mya xMyahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14106690738320651376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-73731505330352283842008-04-13T04:29:00.000+01:002008-04-13T04:29:00.000+01:00Cauliflower? Are you kidding me? Even if you snuck...Cauliflower? Are you kidding me? Even if you snuck it into their sweet little mouths under the radar I would still take out the ad. I've had a few baby-step vegetable triumphs around here lately too so I applaud you and bow to your strength and perseverance. Go Potty Mummy Go!Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04340061182737906221noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5175562867822111389.post-18552199151852114522008-04-13T03:11:00.000+01:002008-04-13T03:11:00.000+01:00You've managed to 'bottle' it - encapsulating it a...You've managed to 'bottle' it - encapsulating it all, really. That's what it's all about, this parenting lark, isn't it.<BR/><BR/>One of the famous dinner "deceptions" in this house was when I called "Shepherds Pie (that #2 didn't like) "Mince Dish". She polished it off, seemingly unaware of #1's sniggering, but has never lived it down to this day. Funnily, she's the one who is actually our best eater.Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05906909599853950560noreply@blogger.com