<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684</id><updated>2012-02-01T21:14:37.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Madam and the Sunshine Duke</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5257428414646923918</id><published>2012-02-01T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:14:37.624Z</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Lunch</title><summary type='text'>It's back to school, and you know what that means, don't you.

Lunch. 

More specifically, lunchboxes.

For me it's like a culinary version of the Kyrpton factor.

How do you keep them

a) well-fed with nutritious stuff while simultaneously b) making them actually fancy eating it and c) keeping it interesting enough so that you don't put them off sandwiches for life?

Because it's a long time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5257428414646923918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hate-lunch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5257428414646923918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5257428414646923918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-hate-lunch.html' title='I Hate Lunch'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nXj-pqZFzlI/TympTVIG7fI/AAAAAAAAAEU/43P0fzGKIZE/s72-c/IMG_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1128135742250335446</id><published>2012-02-01T11:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:27:25.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Comment of the Week (Possibly of All Time)</title><summary type='text'>We were watching a fat bumble bee bump itself lazily into our patio door.

'Mummy,' said Little Miss. 'When the bee has made his honey how does he carry it to the shops?'

Priceless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1128135742250335446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/02/favourite-comment-of-week-possibley-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1128135742250335446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1128135742250335446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/02/favourite-comment-of-week-possibley-of.html' title='Favourite Comment of the Week (Possibly of All Time)'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8528405140862396799</id><published>2012-01-27T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T17:13:44.682Z</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl's Wishes</title><summary type='text'>We made daddy some fairy cakes for his birthday. We put candles in, and since there were some left over, we lit them all so that Little Miss could blow one out. Don't forget to make a wish, I said.

I already have! she said

What did you wish for? 

I wish I was Tinkerbell when I grow up... 

...I wish I had a puppy and a kitten when I'm bigger...

...and hamsters...

...And  a hundred babies.

A</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8528405140862396799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-girls-wishes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8528405140862396799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8528405140862396799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-girls-wishes.html' title='Little Girl&apos;s Wishes'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1509382367151102866</id><published>2012-01-21T15:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:56:54.852Z</updated><title type='text'>Why do I have to look pretty, Mummy?</title><summary type='text'>I was attempting to pull a brush through the mass of tangles that is my daughter's hair, much to her consternation.'There!' I said, 'Now you look pretty.'She paused. Then looked at me and said:'Why I do I need to look pretty, Mummy?'And I didn't know what to answer, because she doesn't need to look pretty, does she? I don't even know why I said it. I brush her hair because she gets her food all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1509382367151102866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-do-i-have-to-look-pretty-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1509382367151102866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1509382367151102866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-do-i-have-to-look-pretty-mummy.html' title='Why do I have to look pretty, Mummy?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3398247984986801881</id><published>2012-01-05T10:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:29:36.258Z</updated><title type='text'>The Book is Out!</title><summary type='text'>Every parent wishes that their children came with their very own instruction manual. Alas, in the absence of such a thing I am very proud to have been able to contribute to Joanne Mallon's excellent book on the minefield that is toddler-rearing. You can get yours here!

 http://www.amazon.co.uk/Toddlers-Instruction-Surviving-Written-Parents/dp/0956702449/  http://www.amazon.co.uk/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3398247984986801881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-is-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3398247984986801881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3398247984986801881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2012/01/book-is-out.html' title='The Book is Out!'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1023844639868378877</id><published>2011-12-11T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:08:10.544Z</updated><title type='text'>Bedtime</title><summary type='text'>Everyone knows that kids hate going to bed. That they'll think of every last possible excuse:

I need a wee wee / poo poo / drink / the light's not on enough / the light's too bright / I haven't got my covers on / I'm cold / Ive lost my noo noo/big bear/Richard bear...

So you go up and down like a bleedin' yo yo

No you do NOT need a wee wee you've only just had one

There's a glass of water by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1023844639868378877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/12/bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1023844639868378877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1023844639868378877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/12/bedtime.html' title='Bedtime'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1496399638179496469</id><published>2011-12-01T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:31:41.353Z</updated><title type='text'>This is how my week is going</title><summary type='text'>Exhibit A. 

My new mug. Next to an ordinary size mug.

Exhibit B.
New mug filled with what we like to call around here "Mummy's Go-Go Juice" (aka Coffee)

The Reason

My son has decided, once again, that sleeping through the night is just not for him. And why would he? It's way more fun waking mummy and daddy up four times a night. And at 5 am, can you think of anything more fun than standing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1496399638179496469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-how-my-week-is-going.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1496399638179496469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1496399638179496469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-how-my-week-is-going.html' title='This is how my week is going'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-clkHAchehoM/TszR7bk-0vI/AAAAAAAAAD8/q-U2Zpl0_1k/s72-c/photo%252826%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-2118500601833899582</id><published>2011-11-22T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:09:32.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell Postcript</title><summary type='text'>Exactly 11 weeks since the beginning of term, with a mere three weeks to go until the end of term, I have finally remembered to give the kids their items for the weekly Show and Tell.

And

this time, I got it right.

That's twice in one term. I reckon that's about a D minus, don't you? With a report card comment along the lines of must try harder. I've been wracking my brains for an excuse, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/2118500601833899582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/11/show-and-tell-postcript.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/2118500601833899582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/2118500601833899582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/11/show-and-tell-postcript.html' title='Show and Tell Postcript'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8927092879388218622</id><published>2011-11-15T10:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:28:54.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Comment of the Week</title><summary type='text'>"Mummy," she says, hands on hip, head cocked to one side, like she does when she's making a Really Important Point..

"Sometimes I only love you, and sometimes I only love Daddy."

Well I guess there's only so much love to go around, huh?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8927092879388218622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/11/comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8927092879388218622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8927092879388218622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/11/comment-of-week.html' title='Comment of the Week'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-4898990108321420067</id><published>2011-11-08T12:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:07:55.488Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a relatively new parent (I'm only four years into it you know) I've often wondered when that moment will come where your kid becomes smarter than you. You know, the time when they will roll their eyes, sigh exaggeratedly and with all the patronising gusto they can muster go, "no mum, this is how you use it" about any form of technology you can think of. 

It's a foregone conclusion that, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/4898990108321420067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-relatively-new-parent-im-only-four.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4898990108321420067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4898990108321420067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-relatively-new-parent-im-only-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-947613216105166048</id><published>2011-10-27T21:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T21:04:41.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why being a toddler is awesome</title><summary type='text'>
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pause

"But I love Daddy more."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/6054051675546174431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-definitely-worst-comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6054051675546174431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6054051675546174431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-definitely-worst-comment-of-week.html' title='Most definitely Worst Comment of the Week.. in fact... EVER'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-720200613188574589</id><published>2011-09-28T14:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:20:31.517+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you, Show and Tell</title><summary type='text'>As if there weren't enough things that make me feel like a rubbish mum on a daily basis, Little Miss and the Duke's pre-school makes matters worse with their weekly Show and Tell. It means that every week I've got to remember to give each one of them something to take for it.

Bear in mind that I usually struggle to remember what I was doing 5 minutes ago. Not only are the kids lucky if we get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/720200613188574589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/damn-you-show-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/720200613188574589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/720200613188574589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/damn-you-show-and-tell.html' title='Damn you, Show and Tell'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5610116819463210781</id><published>2011-09-28T14:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:08:35.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Cake</title><summary type='text'>Oh God, she wants a pink cake for her birthday.

I struggle to make a vanilla sponge.

How on earth am I going to make a pink cake?

Anyone? Anyone?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5610116819463210781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/pink-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5610116819463210781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5610116819463210781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/pink-cake.html' title='Pink Cake'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-4734032502657041037</id><published>2011-09-24T10:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:30:12.609+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Guilt Inducing Comment of the Week</title><summary type='text'>"Mummy, why did you call it a bloody chair?"

Pause

"Does it need a plaster?"

Oops.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/4734032502657041037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/most-guilt-inducing-comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4734032502657041037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4734032502657041037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/most-guilt-inducing-comment-of-week.html' title='Most Guilt Inducing Comment of the Week'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1520802893005370512</id><published>2011-09-19T19:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T20:48:27.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I sent my kid to school and I got a monster back</title><summary type='text'>
 http://freerangestock.com/details.php?gid=&amp;sgid=&amp;pid=1565


Is it just me, or does going back to school bring about a certain rebelliousness? Because my hitherto angelic (ok, not all the time) almost-4 year old daughter has transformed into a stomping, tongue-pulling, brother-hitting, attitudinal (that's not a word but it should be) little girl. And doing stuff like this

'No, I'm not doing it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1520802893005370512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/pushing-buttons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1520802893005370512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1520802893005370512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/pushing-buttons.html' title='I sent my kid to school and I got a monster back'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SbWEFBc_qjs/TmpvlxAQ3rI/AAAAAAAAADw/9gKYpOZN45I/s72-c/photo_1565_20060515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-4249235426904231806</id><published>2011-09-09T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T21:05:24.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Most definitely Worst Comment of the Week so far. Ever.</title><summary type='text'>Little Miss: 'Mummy.... I like your top.'

Mummy: 'Oh! Thank you flower'

Little Miss: Reaches up, taps my tummy.

Little Miss: 'You look like you're having a baby, Mummy'

Mummy – Speechless.

Top – In the bin. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/4249235426904231806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/most-definitely-worst-comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4249235426904231806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4249235426904231806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/09/most-definitely-worst-comment-of-week.html' title='Most definitely Worst Comment of the Week so far. Ever.'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3634767233605623156</id><published>2011-07-20T21:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T15:36:12.194+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The anxiety of separation</title><summary type='text'>'Mummy, I don't want to go to school.'It's a familiar refrain, but when it comes from a two-year-old, it's a particularly painful one (for this mummy, anyway). It came out of the blue; we'd been following the same routine for weeks. But lo, Separation Anxiety had struck.As a parent you've had it from the off really, Separation (you separating yourself from them) Anxiety (is making them anxious)..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3634767233605623156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/anxiety-of-separation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3634767233605623156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3634767233605623156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/anxiety-of-separation.html' title='The anxiety of separation'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1580246400329318809</id><published>2011-07-13T13:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T13:42:59.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever the Optimist</title><summary type='text'>I'm ever the optimist, me. Certain in the knowledge that one day, small boy won't want to go around bashing everything in his path to smithereens and that one day he will use his considerable intelligence in a constructive manner, rather than in figuring out how to break stuff.

So today we did a little experiment. I decided to try and teach him what gentle means. And I did this by getting him to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1580246400329318809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/ever-optomist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1580246400329318809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1580246400329318809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/ever-optomist.html' title='Ever the Optimist'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r3haLe38yDg/Thwoa0Ze8MI/AAAAAAAAADo/LYPyDqRVwRE/s72-c/photo%252815%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5110152778279000112</id><published>2011-07-10T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T20:13:59.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy, did I write my name?</title><summary type='text'>It's a roller coaster ride, this parenting lark. Whilst I really only write about the fun stuff here there's no doubt that there are some real lows too. On a particularly challenging day, you might even wonder what on earth ever possessed you to procreate. But the rest of the time, there's just no beating it.

Take, for example, the heart-bursting pride you feel when they do something new.

Like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5110152778279000112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/mummy-did-i-write-my-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5110152778279000112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5110152778279000112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/mummy-did-i-write-my-name.html' title='Mummy, did I write my name?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0dmcm1vJvDM/ThYW-VqXnJI/AAAAAAAAADk/mX0sCzqBrrg/s72-c/photo%252812%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8469122549308806841</id><published>2011-07-07T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:43:49.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I know about taking a fast ferry to France on a choppy sea that I didn't know before</title><summary type='text'>1. Appreciate the beauty and cleanliness of your clothes. Don't they look pretty? Don't they smell nice? Take a good look in the mirror. While you're at it, why don't you take a picture? 

2. Appreciate fresh air and firm ground. Doesn't it smell nice? Go on, take a deep breath. Feel how solid the ground is... Doesn't it feel good?

3. Try to remember the advice that a helpful friend gives you at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8469122549308806841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-know-about-taking-fast-ferry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8469122549308806841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8469122549308806841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-i-know-about-taking-fast-ferry.html' title='Things I know about taking a fast ferry to France on a choppy sea that I didn&apos;t know before'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3579993372553071130</id><published>2011-06-08T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T17:07:50.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Schmender</title><summary type='text'>There's been a lot of noise in the press about a couple who have decided to raise their child genderless. I'm not going to enter into the debate here, basically because I'm so busy raising said genders that I don't have time to think.

But here's what I know about raising girls vs raising boys.


When Little Miss does jigsaws it looks like this

When the Duke does jigsaws it looks like this

When</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3579993372553071130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/06/gender-schmender.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3579993372553071130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3579993372553071130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/06/gender-schmender.html' title='Gender Schmender'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qNkExq2mMYE/Te0156nL-ZI/AAAAAAAAACo/7MPF1Vj89m8/s72-c/photo%252813%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8664557188601815959</id><published>2011-06-04T09:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:00:20.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How old are you?</title><summary type='text'>We're teaching the Duke numbers, and a useful way to do this is to play the "How old are you?" game.

And it goes like this:

"Duke, how old are you?"
"Um.. I don't know"
"You're two!"
"I'm two!"

"Little Miss, how old are you?"
"I'm three-and-a-half!"
"Duke, how old is your sister?
"Um.. I don't know"
"She's three!"
"Free!"

"How old are you, Duke?
"I'm two!"

you get the picture...

So for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8664557188601815959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-old-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8664557188601815959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8664557188601815959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-old-are-you.html' title='How old are you?'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5439815057491644794</id><published>2011-05-10T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T19:45:29.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature versus Nurture</title><summary type='text'>I experienced startling example of nature versus nature today...

Little Miss had been out in the garden with her father. She came in to me in the kitchen holding a very long and very muddy earthworm in her hand. She held it out to me saying: "Look, Mummy, it won't hurt you..."

and I reacted like this:

"EEeeeeeuuuuuuwwww!"

Her face fell a mile. Suddenly, she wanted to get rid of this creature </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5439815057491644794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/05/nature-versus-nurture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5439815057491644794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5439815057491644794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/05/nature-versus-nurture.html' title='Nature versus Nurture'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7602732964321725392</id><published>2011-05-04T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T14:16:05.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're married with children when...</title><summary type='text'>You come home from a rare night out to find that something has been left on your pillow.  Oh! you think excitedly, maybe your husband has left you a love note! Wow! Maybe some romance has crawled back into a 5-year-marriage battered and bruised by the arrival of two small people! Oh the excitement! Oh, how much you love your husband! What a sweetie! 

But it's dark, so you don't actually know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7602732964321725392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know-youre-married-with-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7602732964321725392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7602732964321725392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-know-youre-married-with-children.html' title='You know you&apos;re married with children when...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x6UvB3gw0_g/TcFQFZVC17I/AAAAAAAAACg/fmJ0mJ_dCWo/s72-c/photo%252810%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7893481458592512200</id><published>2011-04-27T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T20:29:59.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><summary type='text'>Now, I'm probably not the worst gardener in the world, but I think I'm probably pretty close. Last summer, I put one of my house plants outside and watered it, thinking "It's a plant, it's going to love sunshine and water!"

It died.

So imagine my surprise when my potted basil and mint plants started thriving. Yes, thriving. Not just clinging onto existence, but positively blooming. Big healthy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7893481458592512200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/04/gardening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7893481458592512200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7893481458592512200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/04/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKaekF_uaps/TZwz57g0rGI/AAAAAAAAACU/edE0ZYBe0Ak/s72-c/photo%25286%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8437456926357560067</id><published>2011-04-19T11:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:16:49.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time...</title><summary type='text'>...in a time far far away...
...my bed was something I used to sleep in... now it's just somewhere to hang out between baby/toddler/3-year old cries... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8437456926357560067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8437456926357560067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8437456926357560067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/04/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1211477074663694939</id><published>2011-04-06T10:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T10:10:10.049+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment of the Week – Best &amp; Worst</title><summary type='text'>Simply the BEST

"Mummy, you look beautiful."

(probably only said because I was wearing a pink cardigan, the colour pink being Little Miss' favourite thing in the whole WORLD, but let's gloss over that bit..) 

Simply the WORST

"Mummy, I don't think your botty will fit on there." 
"Why not?"
"Because your botty is too big."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1211477074663694939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/04/comment-of-week-best-worst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1211477074663694939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1211477074663694939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/04/comment-of-week-best-worst.html' title='Comment of the Week – Best &amp; Worst'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8248183613037390645</id><published>2011-03-08T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:19:05.430Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep...or lack thereof</title><summary type='text'>In a new series of what I think I'll call the What people don't tell you about Having Children, here's my number one: Why didn't anyone mention the fact that yes, the first few months with a new baby will be your first real experience of  total sleep-deprivation but what nobody mentions is that, actually,

YOU
WILL
NEVER
SLEEP
AGAIN 

When your little bundle of joy arrives the focus is entirely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8248183613037390645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepor-lack-thereof.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8248183613037390645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8248183613037390645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleepor-lack-thereof.html' title='Sleep...or lack thereof'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-2145796254600001733</id><published>2011-02-18T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:10:38.478Z</updated><title type='text'>A Plea to my Children</title><summary type='text'>Little Miss and Duke, please, don't wake me up in the middle of the night because:

1. You're cold, when you know perfectly well how to pull up the duvet; 
2. because you think I didn't come up and snuggle you again when I did, only you were asleep; 
3. Or simply because you've trumped so often and so loudly  that you've woken yourself up and you think someone else should share the experience.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/2145796254600001733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/plea-to-my-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/2145796254600001733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/2145796254600001733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/plea-to-my-children.html' title='A Plea to my Children'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3074521593789642717</id><published>2011-02-15T17:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:24:25.103Z</updated><title type='text'>School</title><summary type='text'>


Oh God, I knew I should have paid more attention at school..

"Mummy, why are there trees?"
"Er, well, um, let me see, er, well they're part of um, nature! And, er, they hold the earth together..." (WHAT?)

"Mummy, why is the moon out?"
"Er, well, um, let me see, er, well you know who knows aaalll about the moon?
"Who?"
"Big Grandad. Ask Big Grandad, he knows all about the moon!"

"Mummy, why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3074521593789642717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/school.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3074521593789642717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3074521593789642717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqRcYKDMcSQ/TVq2o8tfWRI/AAAAAAAAACI/mUBmyevOIow/s72-c/dreamstimefree_1369080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3709157706823125800</id><published>2011-02-13T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T19:10:09.672Z</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh</title><summary type='text'>Left 3-year-old Little Miss in sole charge of watering a house plant.

What the bloody hell was I thinking?

Plant now on life support, prognosis is grim...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3709157706823125800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3709157706823125800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3709157706823125800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5853000634799159155</id><published>2011-02-11T09:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:51:20.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Least favourite conversation of the week...</title><summary type='text'>It's bedtime, and I'm putting on Little Miss' pyjamas when she asks: 

"What are those, Mummy?" she says, pointing to my face.
"What are you looking at?" I say
"Those," she says, pointing at my forehead.

I look at her perplexed until I realise... she is pointing at my wrinkles...

"Oh, you mean these?" I say, pointing to the deep furrows on my forehead which I happily ignore most of the time...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5853000634799159155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/least-favourite-conversation-of-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5853000634799159155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5853000634799159155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/least-favourite-conversation-of-week.html' title='Least favourite conversation of the week...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-2657409857505186588</id><published>2011-02-09T13:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:53:59.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Favourite comment of the week</title><summary type='text'>"Mummy, can you pass me the lettuce please?"

At last, irrefutable evidence that I must be doing something right...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/2657409857505186588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/favourite-comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/2657409857505186588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/2657409857505186588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/02/favourite-comment-of-week.html' title='Favourite comment of the week'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8009468840755926419</id><published>2011-01-21T20:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:55:42.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Least favourite conversation of the week...</title><summary type='text'>

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We're in the bathroom, Little Miss and I. I'm brushing my teeth, putting face cream on, plucking my eyebrows, you know, the usual things us women do to make ourselves look better. Little Miss has been watching me carefully. And pipes up with:

"You're not beautiful Mummy"

She may as well have driven a stake into my heart. 

I nearly choke on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/8009468840755926419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/least-favourite-conversation-of-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8009468840755926419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/8009468840755926419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/least-favourite-conversation-of-week.html' title='Least favourite conversation of the week...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M0qNL0ymqgk/TTnxeI9Z0hI/AAAAAAAAABY/M35iHrmj-g4/s72-c/dreamstimefree_336546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7924372605688903095</id><published>2011-01-17T15:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:03:46.525Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm not trying to be sexist, but</title><summary type='text'>I'm not trying to be sexist here, but men can't find stuff.

Ok, let me temper that sentence a bit. The men I live with can't find stuff.

If ever I see husband rooting through cupboards and drawers I immediately ask him what he's looking for, because I know that he won't find it whereas I'll probably find whatever it is in like, a nanosecond.

And the Duke is showing exactly the same lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7924372605688903095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-trying-to-be-sexist-but.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7924372605688903095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7924372605688903095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-trying-to-be-sexist-but.html' title='I&apos;m not trying to be sexist, but'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-783817798379262824</id><published>2011-01-12T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:17:56.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Coffee 'n' Cake</title><summary type='text'>Is it a terrible indictment of my parenting that firmly ensconced in my 20-month-old boy's list of first sentences is:

"Mummy? Coffee. Cake."

Pause

"Pees?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/783817798379262824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee-n-cake.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/783817798379262824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/783817798379262824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/coffee-n-cake.html' title='Coffee &apos;n&apos; Cake'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-6570026947144718356</id><published>2011-01-11T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:19:27.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Because I Said So</title><summary type='text'>

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"Because I said so!" and derivations thereof, are pretty frequently uttered phrases in our home.

Because every command is followed a "Why?" and well, you get fed up of giving everything an explanation and think "I'm going to stamp some authority around here", so you say:

"Because I told you to." 

"But Mummy," says Little Miss

"I didn't tell you to speak."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/6570026947144718356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-i-said-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6570026947144718356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6570026947144718356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/because-i-said-so.html' title='Because I Said So'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M0qNL0ymqgk/TSw7uYjAHzI/AAAAAAAAABU/tqIDNBXRNpU/s72-c/dreamstimefree_1121214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3195260899488874540</id><published>2011-01-10T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:48:50.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><summary type='text'>Like any mother, I'm keen to know whether my little one is making any friends at school, and what she thinks of the friends we already have.

So I was thrilled when, on the way to Ruby's house, she said: "I love Ruby".

"Ah, that's nice!" says I. And I want to find out more.

"So what is it you like about Ruby?"

I'm expecting a character analysis here, you know, "Ruby's nice" or "Ruby is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3195260899488874540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3195260899488874540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3195260899488874540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3454203251516051533</id><published>2011-01-08T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:34:33.528Z</updated><title type='text'>Clean</title><summary type='text'>When oh when oh when oh when will I ever be clean again? I don't mean that my shower's broken, I mean that from the time I get up to the time I go to bed I get covered in...

The Duke uses me as his personal handkerchief every time his nose runs, which, let's face it, is ALL the time.

Little Miss reverts to her 2 year old self quite frequently saying: "Feed me" and wanting to sit on my lap...so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3454203251516051533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/clean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3454203251516051533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3454203251516051533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/clean.html' title='Clean'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-6647738964609870533</id><published>2011-01-04T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:55:34.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Dobbing</title><summary type='text'>Don't you just love it when kids dob themselves in?

We were walking along the high street and she was playing at pushing her (shiny new Christmas present) pram and baby in front of her and then running after it. This is fine along a high street of course, but not in the shops, so I say "don't do that now we're in the shop please" as we enter a Marks and Spencer.

But of course, as sure as night </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/6647738964609870533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/dobbing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6647738964609870533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6647738964609870533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/dobbing.html' title='Dobbing'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-9180816339113501842</id><published>2011-01-02T11:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T11:11:10.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Least favourite comment of the week...</title><summary type='text'>..."Mummy, are you having a new baby?"

Time to dust off the New Year diet books...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/9180816339113501842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/least-favourite-comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/9180816339113501842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/9180816339113501842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2011/01/least-favourite-comment-of-week.html' title='Least favourite comment of the week...'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-4109027545388339916</id><published>2010-12-09T09:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:49:20.617Z</updated><title type='text'>I've been Rumbled</title><summary type='text'>I have been known to exclaim "Jesus!" in moments of stress with the kiddywinks. Particularly while driving. Little Miss, on the ball as ever says,
"Jesus? Why are you saying Jesus Mummy?" 
"I didn't, I said er... cheeses!"
"Why did you say cheeses Mummy?"
"Because we've just been to the supermarket and I've forgotten to buy any cheese!"

and she swallowed it.

But now she's doing a Christmas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/4109027545388339916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-been-rumbled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4109027545388339916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4109027545388339916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/12/ive-been-rumbled.html' title='I&apos;ve been Rumbled'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5144915025570662541</id><published>2010-12-08T11:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T11:20:59.652Z</updated><title type='text'>It ain't always Plain Sailin'</title><summary type='text'>www.freeimages.co.uk

For the most part, I much prefer writing about the fun stuff the kids get up to, rather than the trials and tribulations. But as every parent knows it's not always plain sailing. Hardly ever, in fact. And I'm thinking back to yesterday's events with astonishment and how a calm and logical parent (that's me, ahem, ok, sometimes calm and occasionally logical parent) can turn </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5144915025570662541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-aint-always-plain-sailin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5144915025570662541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5144915025570662541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/12/it-aint-always-plain-sailin.html' title='It ain&apos;t always Plain Sailin&apos;'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M0qNL0ymqgk/TP9mdRvXU_I/AAAAAAAAABM/ElnzP3we_J4/s72-c/rain_clouds_162145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5296328192444934403</id><published>2010-12-03T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:44:23.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Imagine that</title><summary type='text'>One of the things I love about hanging out with a 3 year old is the fact that imagination plays such a big part in daily life. We might be playing doctors, building a house with blocks or cooking up a storm on the plastic kitchen... it's all good imaginative fun. It's easy to forget, when you're a fully fledged adult, just how much fun it is to live in an imaginary world. 

Little Miss came home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5296328192444934403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5296328192444934403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5296328192444934403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/12/imagine-that.html' title='Imagine that'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7081073165469216644</id><published>2010-11-30T19:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:35:53.332Z</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Fairy and the Advent Calendar</title><summary type='text'>Little Miss is 3 now, so, for the first time (ever in my life, in fact) I'm trying to assemble an activity advent calendar thingy. The advent calendar, as far as Little Miss is aware, is filled with treats and fun things to do by the Christmas fairies, who come down the chimney on November 30th...

Only I'm Chief Christmas Fairy...and I haven't got a arty/craft bone in my body. Still, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7081073165469216644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-fairy-and-advent-calendar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7081073165469216644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7081073165469216644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-fairy-and-advent-calendar.html' title='The Christmas Fairy and the Advent Calendar'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5068399562905761404</id><published>2010-11-28T20:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:15:30.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Singing</title><summary type='text'>When I was little I wanted to be a rock star, à la Pat Benetar, clad in leather belting out rock ballads down a mike. 

I soon gave up on this ambition, largely due to the fact that well, I can't sing. 

But since I've had children I've been able to sing quite a bit. Lullabys, mostly, when they were babies and needed soothing to sleep. Nursery Rhymes and the like since then. And I was singing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5068399562905761404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/singing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5068399562905761404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5068399562905761404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/singing.html' title='Singing'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1246020984151612036</id><published>2010-11-25T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:52:54.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Playtime</title><summary type='text'>It's a refrain you often hear from parents of toddlers: "They just won't play by themselves."

Well, I've got the answer.

Assemble:
Plastic weighing scales
Plastic bowl that accompanies weighing scales
Bag of large pasta shapes (dried)
Several implements: measuring cup, bowl, spoons, etc.

Stand back and watch (or make a cup of tea/check emails/hang out in Facebook...)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/1246020984151612036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/playtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1246020984151612036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/1246020984151612036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-3020896456117755930</id><published>2010-11-03T11:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:25:52.926Z</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><summary type='text'>This is why, come the end of the day, I am exhausted..!

Duke.. don't touch the washing machine. DO NOT touch the washing machine. DO NOT TOUCH. 

Right! That's it! OUT of the kitchen. 

No... don't touch the computer please. DO NOT touch the computer. DO NOT TOUCH. 

Right! That's it! OUT of the lounge. 

No... don't touch the toilet. DO NOT touch the toilet. DO NOT PUT YOUR HAND DOWN THE TOILET</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/3020896456117755930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/groundhog-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3020896456117755930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/3020896456117755930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/11/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5315000322388900271</id><published>2010-10-27T12:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T12:42:18.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomatoes</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Little Miss's fondness for the vegetable (or is that fruit?) and the fact that she just LOVES doing the cherry tomato pick 'n' mix at the supermarket, I now have about a THOUSAND tomatoes in my fridge. Any ideas what to do with them please people?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5315000322388900271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomatoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5315000322388900271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5315000322388900271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/10/tomatoes.html' title='Tomatoes'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7659138066058012600</id><published>2010-10-26T10:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:41:13.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite comment of the week</title><summary type='text'>No, Mummy, THIS is how you hoover</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7659138066058012600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/10/favourite-comment-of-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7659138066058012600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7659138066058012600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/10/favourite-comment-of-week.html' title='Favourite comment of the week'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5012803820097047603</id><published>2010-10-13T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:03:05.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flavour of the Month</title><summary type='text'>Daddy's been off for a week. 

Which means he's Flavour of the Month. 

"Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy"

All. Day. Long. 

Mummy is relegated to The Person who Cooks Meals and Stuff. 

Daddy went back to work this morning. 

The Sunshine Duke burst into tears. 

Little Miss asked: "When is Daddy coming back?" 

10 minutes later: "Is Daddy coming back yet?"

Coming back in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5012803820097047603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/10/flavour-of-month.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5012803820097047603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5012803820097047603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/10/flavour-of-month.html' title='Flavour of the Month'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-912009297132770076</id><published>2010-09-30T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:56:00.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thin (Parenting) Line</title><summary type='text'>It's such a fine line we tread between adoring our kids and devoting ourselves to making them happy...

...and not turning them into Spoilt Brats.

This one, I fear, crosses that line. 

Little Miss' morning programme is coming to an end, so I say to her:
"Would you like to come shopping with me?"
(Daddy is at home, so I'm excited at the chance for some Mummy-Daughter time.) 
"Which shop?" she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/912009297132770076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/thin-parenting-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/912009297132770076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/912009297132770076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/thin-parenting-line.html' title='The Thin (Parenting) Line'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-4807953150776651003</id><published>2010-09-27T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:12:14.184+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peas</title><summary type='text'>We're eating tea together, Little Miss, The Duke and I. We're having peas and rice. 

"Here you go Mummy," says Little Miss, carefully placing a pea on my plate. 
"Oh, thank you!" I say.
Then she puts another one on my plate. And another.  
"Hang on a minute," I say. "I thought you liked peas?"
"I do." she says. 
"So why are you giving them to me?" I ask
"Because I love you," she states. 
I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/4807953150776651003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/peas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4807953150776651003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/4807953150776651003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/peas.html' title='Peas'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7657182864821007684</id><published>2010-09-23T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:53:55.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Educating Duke</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting quite interested in all this talk on the news about educating boys, and how they learn differently to girls. 

I'm interested because I'm trying to teach The Duke a few things. 

I've stuck a poster up on a wall with some farm animals on. And every morning, we go through it:

"This is a Sheep" I say
"'eeep" he says, enthusiastically
"And this is a duck," I say
"'uck" he repeats
"And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7657182864821007684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/educating-duke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7657182864821007684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7657182864821007684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/educating-duke.html' title='Educating Duke'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-6138212472320201186</id><published>2010-09-07T20:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:36:00.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It was an Accident, Mummy</title><summary type='text'>At mealtimes it's always a job to get the kids to stop trying to play with things and just eat their darn breakfast/lunch/tea... 
With the Duke it's fairly easy, put the offending toy out of sight and it will be out of mind. 
Little Miss is a smart kid though, so when I put the toy radio on the floor so that Duke wouldn't see it, it miraculously reappears on the dining table. 
I spot it, Little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/6138212472320201186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-accident-mummy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6138212472320201186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/6138212472320201186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-accident-mummy.html' title='It was an Accident, Mummy'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-8537618331215275709</id><published>2010-09-06T06:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:01:23.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese, Anyone?</title><summary type='text'>I've never been able to get The Duke interested in cheese, and, having tried all the usual suspects: Cheddar, Red Leicester, Edam, gave up. So imagine my surprise when he tucked into a slice of gruy&amp;egravere with relish. 

Clearly, it wasn't that he didn't like cheese, he's just a cheese SNOB. 
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When it comes to the lunchtime nap, we put The Duke to bed and then snuggle up together in her bed until she falls asleep too. We've been doing it for months now and I relish every minute of it (and it's not unheard of for me to nod off too...) because I know that at some point, her naps will drop off and, well, that'll be the end of that.But I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/5123867544521884200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-end-of-that-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5123867544521884200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/5123867544521884200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-end-of-that-then.html' title='That&apos;s the End of That Then'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-7990503917029671546</id><published>2010-09-01T14:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:37:48.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I liked it Mummy</title><summary type='text'>This is Little Miss's inimitable way of telling me she has enjoyed her meal:Halfway through lunch she'll say"Mummy""Yes?""When we go to sleep""Yes""And then we get up""Ye-es""And then we have breakfast""Ye-es""And then it's time for lunch""Ye-es""Then, Mummy""Ye-es""Then, you can make this again.""So you like your lunch, then?""Yes Mummy, I like it."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7990503917029671546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-liked-it-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7990503917029671546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7990503917029671546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-liked-it-mummy.html' title='I liked it Mummy'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-5977976992459460893</id><published>2010-09-01T13:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:58:51.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Coffee Shop</title><summary type='text'>Just came across coffee shop with a small enclosed play area whilst out shopping with the kids. 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The sun is out! It's [gasp] WARM! So out come the lollipops that we make with orange juice that she has waited daaaaaaaaaaaays to enjoy. Mummy's just prising it out of its plastic container when... Uh Oh, the lollipop breaks in two.She stares at me.I look back at her.I know what's coming.Her bottom lip starts to tremble.Her eyes are filling with tears...MummyBROKEthe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/9142382383199306378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/08/lollipop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/9142382383199306378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/9142382383199306378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/08/lollipop.html' title='The Lollipop'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6367905631709644684.post-1515099213609543317</id><published>2010-08-29T20:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T10:00:33.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Lost</title><summary type='text'>I could get lost in my own back yard, so when Little Miss decided that she wanted me to go up "THAT hill Mummy", next to the hill we live on, I thought, yeah, why not, let's explore. But I got lost, ended up going down a footpath that I thought would be a shortcut and came out MILES from where we live. Thankfully though, I knew where I was. 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They're keeping  me awake Mummy.""I see.""They're too noisy.""Would you like me to  close the window, then?""Yes please Mummy.""Good night now Niamh.""Night Night Mummy."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/feeds/7836302040491111497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-ingenious-bedtime-excuses-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7836302040491111497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6367905631709644684/posts/default/7836302040491111497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlemissmadamandthesunshineduke.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-ingenious-bedtime-excuses-part-1.html' title='Most Ingenious Bedtime Excuses, Part 1:'/><author><name>Alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13634434551585043460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
