tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post5190052881858925564..comments2023-08-20T01:57:46.374-06:00Comments on rubowhappenings: Prom 2013Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04904348716444211746noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-28928077137506581842013-04-10T23:08:45.657-06:002013-04-10T23:08:45.657-06:00I just assumed they'd be in the same group! :...I just assumed they'd be in the same group! :DRachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04904348716444211746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-52430425024200772412013-04-10T20:46:58.900-06:002013-04-10T20:46:58.900-06:001. haha the ending is so funny.
2. glad its your t...1. haha the ending is so funny.<br />2. glad its your tradition- i'll just make sure christopher is in mr. j's group ;)Rob and Marseillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13723166385445493627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-86704494494634081832013-04-02T07:42:24.872-06:002013-04-02T07:42:24.872-06:00Ohhh deep fried pickles......... yeah. I could go...Ohhh deep fried pickles......... yeah. I could go for those about now while I'm sitting in a chair getting a pedicure! :D<br /><br />Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04904348716444211746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-30124440936906753332013-04-01T19:52:08.393-06:002013-04-01T19:52:08.393-06:00I could give the hen house to one of my kids.........I could give the hen house to one of my kids....... ;) The swing set to another.... they could be like the Swiss Family.....Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04904348716444211746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-30408277812729223052013-04-01T19:51:34.425-06:002013-04-01T19:51:34.425-06:00It has been an entirely satisfying experience thus...It has been an entirely satisfying experience thus far. Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04904348716444211746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-49286483473424198592013-04-01T18:24:45.965-06:002013-04-01T18:24:45.965-06:00The Rubow Compound! Wasn't there some space t...The Rubow Compound! Wasn't there some space there around your house? Donnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10473148914709570743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-73131461763161354882013-04-01T18:20:32.126-06:002013-04-01T18:20:32.126-06:00Oh funny - we're wondering how many times we c...Oh funny - we're wondering how many times we can sever the farm property so that we can keep 'em close. Of course they may have entirely different ideas, but it hardly seems fair! Oh, but watching them grow through all of the stages and emerging as men and women? Incredible! W-S Wanderingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06242784517253760863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-72976498522998075572013-04-01T16:36:14.166-06:002013-04-01T16:36:14.166-06:00I know just what you mean and feel Wabi! I do loo...I know just what you mean and feel Wabi! I do look at my little ones and gaze at them in amazement. The other day I stood looking at a photo of Mr. T when he was just 2 and he is in a onesie jammies with a diaper bum and I wanted to reach into that photo and pick him up and squeeze him and hold him knowing what I know now about what an incredible young man he is growing up to be....... A young man who came up to me yesterday with arms opened wide and gave me the biggest warm hug and said, "Happy Easter Mom". <br /><br />I've got to figure out how to build houses around me so my Natives can stay close to me.........Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04904348716444211746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4127063223404008364.post-59654291913444803672013-04-01T16:28:22.385-06:002013-04-01T16:28:22.385-06:00Oh my. So beautiful. So, good grief, why am I te...Oh my. So beautiful. So, good grief, why am I tearing up? I keep watching my little ones - all of them - grow up and I am left...I don't know where I am left. Left gazing UP at my sweet daughter towering above me. Being called "my young Padawan" by my eldest son (and darn it if he isn't completely right, except for the young part). And, oh, you know how it is. Amazing. And looking at your son here and his friends, seeing them through your eyes, I see your amazement. Your awe. Your love. Your strength. <br /><br />And Mr. T totally rocks a tux! W-S Wanderingshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06242784517253760863noreply@blogger.com