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	<title>Comments on: Parenting Advice #1</title>
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		<title>By: Marisa Cox</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 20:42:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This makes me want to cry. What a sweet, sweet article. I stumbled upon your website and I think it is so well-written and so loving.  We have a 2.5 yr old daughter who wants to be held ALL day, and a 9 month old son, that of course, also wants to be held, and my husband and I find ourselves carrying one child on each hip, dancing around to music- either real or imaginary. I love it and also think that one day there will be a day when I will not be able to do this.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This makes me want to cry. What a sweet, sweet article. I stumbled upon your website and I think it is so well-written and so loving.  We have a 2.5 yr old daughter who wants to be held ALL day, and a 9 month old son, that of course, also wants to be held, and my husband and I find ourselves carrying one child on each hip, dancing around to music- either real or imaginary. I love it and also think that one day there will be a day when I will not be able to do this.</p>
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		<title>By: gentiana</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 00:12:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Oh, how I agree!  My son demanded to be held nearly 24/7 from the day he ventured forth from the womb until he was old enough to run around and do things on his own.  He still enjoys being held, though, and I love to oblige him.  I always tell myself I need to soak up every moment of closeness I can while he&#039;ll allow it.  So... I carry my 40-pound soon-to-be-three-year-old who&#039;s as tall as a four-year-old into his preschool every morning, with his ankles nearly tangled up in my knees as we walk.  It&#039;s so much easier for us to talk about things when he&#039;s up at face level with me.  And I carry him out in the very same way every afternoon unless he specifically requests to walk on his own (rare).  I sometimes carry him on one hip while also holding six bags of groceries, my purse, three or four toy trains, a trash bag holding the Cheerios he dumped in the car for me to rake out, a Happy Meal box along with its accompanying drink, and a folder of his artwork from school.  I always, always do this with a smile.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, how I agree!  My son demanded to be held nearly 24/7 from the day he ventured forth from the womb until he was old enough to run around and do things on his own.  He still enjoys being held, though, and I love to oblige him.  I always tell myself I need to soak up every moment of closeness I can while he&#8217;ll allow it.  So&#8230; I carry my 40-pound soon-to-be-three-year-old who&#8217;s as tall as a four-year-old into his preschool every morning, with his ankles nearly tangled up in my knees as we walk.  It&#8217;s so much easier for us to talk about things when he&#8217;s up at face level with me.  And I carry him out in the very same way every afternoon unless he specifically requests to walk on his own (rare).  I sometimes carry him on one hip while also holding six bags of groceries, my purse, three or four toy trains, a trash bag holding the Cheerios he dumped in the car for me to rake out, a Happy Meal box along with its accompanying drink, and a folder of his artwork from school.  I always, always do this with a smile.</p>
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