tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328621575454337141.post2200478181099433402..comments2023-04-19T12:24:21.977-04:00Comments on The Very Secret Public Diary of Sarah: Penelope Went Homesaucybellumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04478970197905359821noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328621575454337141.post-31626277779116238762010-10-21T16:47:18.693-04:002010-10-21T16:47:18.693-04:00Hands+pockets= hip, snazzy little chickadee.Hands+pockets= hip, snazzy little chickadee.Jadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10108757084287882338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328621575454337141.post-21391133701260656092010-10-17T21:53:10.837-04:002010-10-17T21:53:10.837-04:00Why are her hands in her pockets? Is she cold? Doe...Why are her hands in her pockets? Is she cold? Doesn't she have preemie mittens? How do I know if she's really comfortable? What's the temperature in the car? Is she sleeping soundly because she has hypothermia? Shouldn't she have a blanket wrapped around her? What's that warning sign next to her head? Is it warning that babies with their hands in their pockets signifies a serious temperature deficit? <br /><br />Yes...I take "crazy grandma worrying" to a whole new level. I'm so proud of that particular skill set.whatnothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05431657058328940181noreply@blogger.com