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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:15031974.blog.co.uk,2009-11-22:/</id><title>All over 25 and have kids</title><link rel="self" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/comments/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-22T12:24:10+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:15031974.blog.co.uk,2009-03-26:/2008/04/11/the-things-they-say-4030144/#c9492459</id><title>In response to:The Things They Say!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/2008/04/11/the-things-they-say-4030144/#c9492459"/><author><name>trackyanny</name></author><published>2009-03-26T23:28:29+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:28:29+01:00</updated><content type="html">I took my son, who was 3yrs old at the time, to the swing park.  A young man (30ish)was there with his small daughter.  I was heavily pregnant with my 2nd child.  My little darling  proceeded to tell this man "last night my daddy had to shove mummys grapes back up her bum" ...................... imagine  how fast you have seen an eight month pregnant woman run and multiply it by ten.</content></entry><entry><id>tag:15031974.blog.co.uk,2008-10-03:/2008/04/11/the-things-they-say-4030144/#c7904493</id><title>In response to:The Things They Say!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/2008/04/11/the-things-they-say-4030144/#c7904493"/><author><name>DarkBltch</name></author><published>2008-10-03T09:12:12+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:12:12+02:00</updated><content type="html">lol, From the mouths of babes lol</content></entry><entry><id>tag:15031974.blog.co.uk,2008-02-17:/2008/02/09/proud_father~3704230/#c6077999</id><title>In response to:Proud father</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://15031974.blog.co.uk/2008/02/09/proud_father~3704230/#c6077999"/><author><name>captaintortue</name></author><published>2008-02-17T12:41:40+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T12:41:40+01:00</updated><content type="html">Its the best bit, my proud parent moments include son's recording of wonderwall, his appearance as a shepherd in the nativity, and how pleased he was the first time he bought and cooked dinner for us all. Less proud now of the regression to 'theres nothing to eat mum' (translates as 'theres nothing to eat that takes 5 seconds or less to prepare') and the incredible mess he makes getting anything to eat.&lt;br&gt;
Now got it all to enjoy again with very cute offspring number 2.</content></entry></feed>
