tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16653509.post3292913742454539721..comments2023-08-28T08:33:06.335-06:00Comments on Life and Times of Jill: New WorkoutJillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11293324718529774171noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16653509.post-18251029635324700352009-07-06T20:03:09.801-06:002009-07-06T20:03:09.801-06:00Thanks for the comiserations, ladies. Wish I had f...Thanks for the comiserations, ladies. Wish I had friends close by of the "Let me take your kids for a few hours" variety close by . . . Ah well. One day.Jillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11293324718529774171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16653509.post-53219859037985770372009-07-06T18:06:58.913-06:002009-07-06T18:06:58.913-06:00oooh Jill, I'm so sorry to hear about that! I...oooh Jill, I'm so sorry to hear about that! I sprained my ankle when Elijah was one and a half and we were moving into the house (some help I was with that!) Too bad we weren't closer, I could have given you my crutchesKristenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09455806583315138949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16653509.post-21062026724226117232009-07-04T20:45:24.254-06:002009-07-04T20:45:24.254-06:00Yikes! I'm sorry. Maybe you can get your boys...Yikes! I'm sorry. Maybe you can get your boys enchanted with the idea of playing hospital. You might be covered in blanket and surrounded by stuffed animals...er...patients, but it may keep them in the room as you for a bit.Carlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10674233413041873993noreply@blogger.com