tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703584635995450828.post2896213612821715457..comments2023-10-17T05:18:35.812-07:00Comments on Hot Wheel Hacienda: Finn & The NeedlesBookMammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17911904906865609065noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703584635995450828.post-42346576468825076712009-01-29T12:55:00.000-08:002009-01-29T12:55:00.000-08:00Wow he really is like Indiana Jones. So brave! 4 s...Wow he really is like Indiana Jones. So brave! 4 shots? Yuck!Carolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05877047072892534382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703584635995450828.post-23478664052496811042009-01-29T10:14:00.000-08:002009-01-29T10:14:00.000-08:00What a relief and what a sweetie Finn is. When Big...What a relief and what a sweetie Finn is. When BigBoy was 10 he had strep and the doctor said he must have a shot. When the doc went out to get the shot, BigBoy told me through clinched teeth he would never forgive me for this! In high school he went through rush allergy treatment and endured 30 shots over the span of a few hours without wincing! Ahhhh, the memories!ArtistUnpluggedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13580512807760805224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703584635995450828.post-86328526726338067122009-01-28T03:32:00.000-08:002009-01-28T03:32:00.000-08:00I also went to Dr. Wauters when I was a child &...I also went to Dr. Wauters when I was a child & into my teenage years -- she was, indeed, an amazing lady!<BR/><BR/>Congrats on the success with Fin & needles, and for the generosity that he felt with his "Christmas money" -- what a sweet little dude!Fairybookmotherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02395257290328249450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703584635995450828.post-31680731045351041802009-01-27T13:03:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:03:00.000-08:00I can completely relate. My girls are 2.5 and 5.5...I can completely relate. My girls are 2.5 and 5.5. Last year with my eldest was TOUGH. We got the big shot trip at 5, to prep for K, which temporarily turned her off of the prospect of going to K. (Which, when your kid LOVES school, stinks in and of itself.) The doctor visit, for us, did not go as well as yours, though. It was brutal. <BR/>What you wrote that spoke loudest to me, though, was your lines at the end about the blur of colors and memories. That feeling of "WHERE DID MY BABY GO?" and "How did we get here?" is a very powerful feeling. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I can only think of that phrase, "like the sands through an hour glass..." <BR/><BR/>Loved the post. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com