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	<title>Comments on: Trains</title>
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	<description>It&#039;s All About The Babito</description>
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		<title>By: Kimberly</title>
		<link>http://daddydan.net/2009/05/trains/comment-page-1/#comment-4411</link>
		<dc:creator>Kimberly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 14:24:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Aww..what a sweet but sad story.
Remember that Babito is only going to be this age once.  The bath time routine will be there in 10 minutes..or tomorrow.  Take the time and enjoy the time he wants to play with you. You never know what today holds, or if seeing him in the window waving good bye is the last memory either of you will have of the other. One day, way to soon, he will be asking to be dropped off around the corner so his friends don&#039;t see him with you..or asking for the car keys and being gone all day.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberlys last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://3schools.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-2009-grades-are-in.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Spring 2009 Grades are IN!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Aww..what a sweet but sad story.<br />
Remember that Babito is only going to be this age once.  The bath time routine will be there in 10 minutes..or tomorrow.  Take the time and enjoy the time he wants to play with you. You never know what today holds, or if seeing him in the window waving good bye is the last memory either of you will have of the other. One day, way to soon, he will be asking to be dropped off around the corner so his friends don&#8217;t see him with you..or asking for the car keys and being gone all day.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Kimberlys last blog post..<a href="http://3schools.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-2009-grades-are-in.html" rel="nofollow">Spring 2009 Grades are IN!!</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: badassdad05</title>
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		<dc:creator>badassdad05</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2009 00:00:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I feel you, brother (as they say. whoever they are). 

I have to constantly remind myself how important the little things are to the little guys in my life. Playing with them, giving them some focused time and attention. It&#039;s not always the thing I really want to do, but I&#039;m never sorry I did it. 

Keep up the good work, sir.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;badassdad05s last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://badassdad05.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-walk-for-shoes.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;will walk for shoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I feel you, brother (as they say. whoever they are). </p>
<p>I have to constantly remind myself how important the little things are to the little guys in my life. Playing with them, giving them some focused time and attention. It&#8217;s not always the thing I really want to do, but I&#8217;m never sorry I did it. </p>
<p>Keep up the good work, sir.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>badassdad05s last blog post..<a href="http://badassdad05.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-walk-for-shoes.html" rel="nofollow">will walk for shoes</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Debbie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Debbie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2009 18:20:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Dan you hit me in the heart!  This is my story...however, mine involves stuff around the house, or grocery shopping, or making dinner.  All things that I feel &quot;need&quot; to be done, and yet really, who cares if we have frozen pot pies for dinner?  Every day I come home vowing to play more with the kids, and yet something always comes up.  Is this what will lead my kids to not believing me or trusting me?  I keep saying I&#039;ll do something and don&#039;t follow through?  Thanks for the inspiration...tonight I will &quot;play trains&quot; as well (or hockey as will be the case for me).

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debbies last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://happyworkingmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-ry-ry.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Little Ry-Ry...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Dan you hit me in the heart!  This is my story&#8230;however, mine involves stuff around the house, or grocery shopping, or making dinner.  All things that I feel &#8220;need&#8221; to be done, and yet really, who cares if we have frozen pot pies for dinner?  Every day I come home vowing to play more with the kids, and yet something always comes up.  Is this what will lead my kids to not believing me or trusting me?  I keep saying I&#8217;ll do something and don&#8217;t follow through?  Thanks for the inspiration&#8230;tonight I will &#8220;play trains&#8221; as well (or hockey as will be the case for me).</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Debbies last blog post..<a href="http://happyworkingmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-ry-ry.html" rel="nofollow">Little Ry-Ry&#8230;</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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		<title>By: Andrea</title>
		<link>http://daddydan.net/2009/05/trains/comment-page-1/#comment-4380</link>
		<dc:creator>Andrea</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 18:39:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so sweet! It sounds like you&#039;re really figuring out this parenting thing.

&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;abbr&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andreas last blog post..&lt;a href=&quot;http://caffeinateme.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-with-average-weekend.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;The One With The Average Weekend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is so sweet! It sounds like you&#8217;re really figuring out this parenting thing.</p>
<p><abbr><em><abbr><em>Andreas last blog post..<a href="http://caffeinateme.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-with-average-weekend.html" rel="nofollow">The One With The Average Weekend</a></em></abbr></em></abbr></p>
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