tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507808978499624993.post4546158072401385674..comments2023-10-20T08:03:38.084-07:00Comments on Westbound 20: When You're the Third Child....Joe, Ash, G, J, and Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17835445976170232009noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507808978499624993.post-38585317317631419622014-04-06T03:36:04.345-07:002014-04-06T03:36:04.345-07:00Okay, I am DYING laughing at that last "con!&...Okay, I am DYING laughing at that last "con!" That sounds like something Josh might do. It's great when I tell him where we went during the day and he asks me "Did you take all three kids with you?" Um...no, I randomly selected one to stay home alone. Dads are so funny!Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15248729994883084438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507808978499624993.post-10582181098403298242014-04-02T06:58:22.014-07:002014-04-02T06:58:22.014-07:00I love that last one! I went to the store with my...I love that last one! I went to the store with my sister when Isabelle was about 4 or 5 months old. We did NOT bring the two boys. Got to the store, got out of the car and started walking away when my sister said, "Um . . . aren't you forgetting something?" Kathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10302094986990497401noreply@blogger.com