Comments on: We Are The Champions

By: Blogger 4 Life

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By: Jill

Jill — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 22:52:13 +0000

Don’t worry! The TSA baby-stealing fiasco was all a pile of crap! Check it out: http://www.tsa.gov/blog/2009/10/response-to-tsa-agents-took-my-son.html

By: Kristabella

Kristabella — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:31:16 +0000

Beebs! I love it!

My cousin is Bubba. His real name is actually Steven, but he’s been Bubba his whole life. We still call him that, but he’s Steve to all his friends and at work.

Also, I know I only know you through this here blog and online and stuff, but I think you’re a fantastic mom. Like someone said above, the fact that you worry about it, makes you an even better mom! Sam, I mean BEEBS, is lucky to have you as her mom!

By: monkey

monkey — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:12:26 +0000

Oh I am just crazy fascinated by the Home Management Binder. Good call, Victoria.

By: Victoria

Victoria — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 16:16:57 +0000

I totally get you on the planes thing. I stare at the flight attendant whilst they do their safety song and dance JUST IN CASE I might have of missed something important the last time I flew. I have quite often had visions of clutching my children to my chest and hurdling over seat backs just to make it to the exit row. And my husb once told me that sitting in the back of the plane is safest and, whether or not this information is true or not is of no consequence because WOE to the check in person who doesn’t seat me in the last row.

Lastly, I am also strangely fascinated by ultra-conservative women. I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOU ARE SAYING. And I just recently discovered these uber conservative blogs written by these women who could not be more different from me as well. AND WHOA. Home Management Binder is ALL I HAVE TO SAY. I mean, I kind of wish *I* was that organized. Just do yourself a favor and GOOGLE it.

Really, really this is my last thing: I’ve read you for the longest time and I’ve never had the nerve to comment. I always felt other people said it way better, funnier, and smarter than I ever could. But I’ve seen the way the innernets have rallied around Anissa Mayhew these last few days and I’d like to be able to give back and to be a part of something larger than just me. And in some small way, beginning to comment on my most loved blawgs is my way of doing that. So anyway, you’re fantastically funny and I love the way you write. Rock on, sistah friend.

By: natalie

natalie — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:26:58 +0000

Am amazed… we called (and still call) our older child Beebs, as a variation on baby/bebe/beebee. She’s 3 now and objects to all that cuddly stuff, but I still do it in my head.

By: Kristin

Kristin — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 21:41:30 +0000

Beebs is a super cute nickname. We have called my son (real name, Will) “Booters” since he was in the womb. He kicked me hard, constantly for the last three months, and I complained that it felt like he was wearing steel toed boots. Hence, Booters. Some of our friends also call him that. I am less worried about him being known as Booters as an adult than I am about him being called “Wiyam,” which is how he pronounces his name (William).

By: cindy w

cindy w — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 21:43:58 +0000

For the plane: Klonopin. Get the lowest dose you can get (I think it’s 1/2 mg), then cut it in half. Will make you chilled out and maybe a little drowsy, but not unconscious like Xanax. (Of course, I have no idea if it’s contraindicated for breastfeeding, so you might want to check that out first.) Or, you know, just take a Dramamine and knock yourself out and leave the baby duties to Adam.

I’m a ridiculously bad flyer too. As one of the earlier commenters said, I also count the number of rows between me & the nearest exit, just so I know it in my head. You know, when that whole plane-on-the-Hudson thing happened, one of the passengers said there was a woman with a baby who was climbing OVER the seat backs with her baby in her arms trying to get to the exit, and I thought, “Well, YEAH.” Your instinct to save your baby is probably stronger than the one to save yourself. You’ll be fine.

Oh, but keep an eye out for those TSA agents. I hear they’re a bunch of baby-stealing assholes.

By: Shana

Shana — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:15:47 +0000

Okay, this is unabashedly political, but, like you, I can’t come up with a good way to dance around it: how can you NOT be intrigued by (IMO) blatantly anti-woman women? I expect it from men, to a degree, but it’s just traitorousness from those lacking a Y chromosome. For cripes’ sake, they’re…arguing against their own rights, freedoms, and interests! It’s deeply puzzling to me, and if they were on what I feel to be “women’s side,” with us constituting 51+% of the population…things would be SO different (for starters, rights, pay, property ownership, government representation more in line with our actual numbers…).

We called my littlest sister “the baby” until she started grade school (I kid you not, she was SIX when we started using her name), and she knows it now and doesn’t remember her “baby” days. Fear not, Sam won’t be Beebs forever!

I cannot imagine what possessed you to put bacon grease in cookies. OMG. You culinary daredevil, you.

By: The New Girl

The New Girl — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:04:01 +0000

My fear that my kid would totally fucking KIRK OUT on the plane COMPLETELY undercut any fear of flying. LOL. Hope it works for you the same way.

I am a super nick-namer. I nick-name almost everyone I know. I don’t even want to write all my kid’s nicknames (which I ALWAYS want to spell ‘knicknames’ WTF?) because I’m paranoid. BUT, I think they are totally sticking.

Beeber McSteebs? I’m in LOVE.