tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post5061578184793740101..comments2023-10-20T09:02:49.873-04:00Comments on Cracks in the Armour: Growing up and growing apartRosie N. Greyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05460996346017007636noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post-21608959245716358142012-07-19T19:56:10.334-04:002012-07-19T19:56:10.334-04:00I think everyone has a little something. It's...I think everyone has a little something. It's a magical bond. I had my Snoopy dog. I should say, I still have my Snoopy dog. :)Rosie N. Greynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post-38049359201979356082012-07-17T19:57:35.632-04:002012-07-17T19:57:35.632-04:00Clare has a kitty. Once we left her in a mall, an...Clare has a kitty. Once we left her in a mall, and I had to go to each store and find her. Now, she is frequently tucked beside the bed, and I too take her out and put her front and centre on the bed! LOL I love that kitty, even though Clare doesn't ask for her anymore, I always keep an eye out for her, and will eventually put her away for when she is older and wants her again!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16938077802916681031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post-83598161069099006732012-07-17T17:08:07.593-04:002012-07-17T17:08:07.593-04:00Hi Katrina, thanks for the comment! based on the ...Hi Katrina, thanks for the comment! based on the conversations I have had, I think it's harder on us parents than it is on the kids. we are the ones that get all sentimental!Rosie N. Greynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post-18092970304937007242012-07-17T01:29:36.034-04:002012-07-17T01:29:36.034-04:00oh it is sad when they go through these growing up...oh it is sad when they go through these growing up stages, my eldest used to have a little stuffed sheep that went everywhere with her, and was still tucked up in her bed for years, in fact I think he went on school camps secretly tucked in the bottom of the bag....then he just ended up under the bed with the shoes one day and was never needed againKatrinahttp://katrinaatkatsplace.blogspot.com.au/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post-30367402789319147792012-07-16T23:51:43.311-04:002012-07-16T23:51:43.311-04:00Oh, poor La-La. It's one of the saddest thing...Oh, poor La-La. It's one of the saddest things...it seems silly but I actually cried a little.Rosie N. Greyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05460996346017007636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4226279147620623318.post-64492500702654797692012-07-16T23:41:01.498-04:002012-07-16T23:41:01.498-04:00I felt that way about La-La. Seeing her shoved do...I felt that way about La-La. Seeing her shoved down the side of his bed. Each time I'd change the sheets I'd put her front and center inbetween his pillows and I'd find her crammed down the side of his bed. I still have her. Tucked away. La-La all worn and patched up.Missy Aggravationhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12071956932243655457noreply@blogger.com