<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631</id><updated>2007-03-28T12:10:49.842Z</updated><title type='text'>Frea's Little Blog</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/frea.asp'></link><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default'></link><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/atom.xml'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www2.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-236746899992778215</id><published>2007-03-21T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:37:26.821Z</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Rhys is broken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello everybody, sorry I have been very bad at writing my diary... I have had a busy few months, all sorts of things have been happening.  Daddy is busy all the time and spends lots of days working away, I have been to lots of places, Carmarthen, Leeds, Canterbury and Lacock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But the strangest thing of all was that Uncle Rhys came to live with me for a week because he was broken in his ankle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It did not look broken to me, just very blue... he was quite lazy though, just lying on the settee all week long.  He had these two sticks that he used every time he went to the loo, which is about the only place he went all week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had lots of people I didn't know coming and looking around the house as well, because it is "For Sale" whatever that means!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2007/03/uncle-rhys-is-broken.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/236746899992778215'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/236746899992778215'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-1931199640429300234</id><published>2007-01-27T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:32:42.455Z</updated><title type='text'>New Names, very confusing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have had loads of visitors today. Nanna Lizzie and Grandad Wendell came to visit, although they were calling themselves Mamgu and Tadgu. I am not sure what this means. I am confused. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uncle Rhys also came to see me. He tried giving me a bottle, but I thought I would make his life very difficult, and refused to drink from it by clamping my gums together!!! It was fun. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have been rolling over for a week now. I love doing this, but when I roll over and try going somewhere, Mummy comes to "rescue me" and I have to start all over again!! I turn around in my cot as well, and sleeping on my side. I like laying across my cot, just because I can. &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2007/01/new-names-very-confusing.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/1931199640429300234'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/1931199640429300234'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-924009659924574760</id><published>2006-12-21T20:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:31:41.818Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wow, I went swimming today for the first time. Mummy and daddy took me, and they sat me in a floaty yellow chair. I wasn´t sure about it all really. There were other children in the pool, all older than me, and they were all swimming with floaty things attached to their arms. I think I enjoyed it. There was plenty of new things to see. I hope we go again.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/12/big-bath-time.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/924009659924574760'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/924009659924574760'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-3797430553704197254</id><published>2006-11-09T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:30:14.540Z</updated><title type='text'>Less boobies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well well, what a busy few weeks. Daddy has been home loads lately, something about him is redundant and now he sits upstairs all the time, he does not come and cuddle me as much as he used to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have also started drinking from a bottle more often, Mummy likes this and now Daddy can feed me too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We went to Carmarthen at the weekend, we stayed at Nanna Lizzie and Grandad Wendell´s house, this was fun. We also visited Grandma and Grampy as well as Auntie Rowie, Hannah and Granny and Bruce. Uncle Rhys even came down because it was his birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I had my second lot of "herjabs" they woke me up with some pain and I saw a needle poked in each of my legs. I have a round plaster on each leg now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Not for the first time, today I pooped through my clothes, I do that sometimes when Mummy dresses me in clothes that I do not like. She takes them off me pretty quickly when I do that, something about green and pink not going together? hee hee!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/11/less-boobies.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/3797430553704197254'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/3797430553704197254'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-2004191606750916331</id><published>2006-10-20T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:28:30.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy Kyle "the self righteous berk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another average morning!! There is only so much Jeremy Kyle I can listen to before screaming. Mummy doesn´t like it when I start, but I don´t want to listen to DNA results every morning! I wonder if one day mummy will drag daddy on his show to find out if he is really my daddy. I think he must be my daddy because everyone says how much I look like him. Auntie Kelly said it today. I expect someone else will tell me the same thing tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Auntie Kelly is about to have a baby. Another playmate for me. Mummy and Auntie Kelly were talking about piles. I am not sure what these are, but they sound painful. I hope I never get them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mummy and daddy are not being very nice to me lately. They keep on trying to stick this bottle in my mouth. I have heard mummy explain to daddy that they need to do this to make me put on weight, but I don´t like it. The milk tastes different. I hope they stop giving me this horrible thing soon.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/10/jeremy-kyle-self-righteous-berk.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2004191606750916331'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2004191606750916331'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-7294287651638376317</id><published>2006-10-12T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:25:13.314Z</updated><title type='text'>Jabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My herjabs were fine yesterday. I don´t know what all the fuss was about. I felt a sharp pain in each of my thighs. I cried for a little while and then forgot all about it. This lady put a plaster on one of my legs. Not sure why though.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/10/jabs.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/7294287651638376317'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/7294287651638376317'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-8913678954148506797</id><published>2006-10-11T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:24:18.272Z</updated><title type='text'>Toddlers - freaks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Good morning baby-fans! Since my last entry I have done all sorts of things! I have been to play groups many times, they are strange places where all the mummies sit around and have a chat and a drink and all the babies are left to run around. There is a special area where some of the babies can be left, I mean, the young ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Some of the older ones that can walk *they are called TODDLERS* do not always get watched by their mummies and they come over to the young baby area and bash some of my friends across the head. My mummy is always watching so it has not happened to me yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A few days ago, mummy was very ill and she was up being sick all night. She did not feel like playing with me so I went out with Daddy for the day. We went to some shops, one was called HARGREAVES but it was rubbish in there because ALL of the clothes aisles were too close together to get the pram through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I am going to the doctors for something called "herjabs" I don´t know what HERJABS are but Mummy and Daddy are not looking forward to it. They always say "I am dreading taking Frea for herjabs next week" etc. If they do not like it then it must be bad. I am scared.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/10/toddlers-freaks.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/8913678954148506797'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/8913678954148506797'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-5982405098114361402</id><published>2006-09-27T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:23:02.925Z</updated><title type='text'>Liverpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello fans! Wow, so long since I last wrote on here, I have been leading such a busy life! You would not beleive it. But I can´t tell you all what I have been up to because it has been such a whirlwind that I cannot remember lots of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This week though, I have been to a really posh place in a City called Liverpool. Daddy had to work there so I went there with Mummy too and we stayed in a really posh &lt;em&gt;apartment&lt;/em&gt; on the 22nd floor of a really tall building overlooking the city and the Mersey. It was the best because I could see so far and it was quite posh. Mummy stayed with me the whole time there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It was a long way to Liverpool though which made me very sleepy. On the way home we went to visit some friends of Mummy and Daddy in Macclesfield. They were called Rob and Becky, they live in a nice house and they had not long got married, we saw their photos and a bit of their video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The health visitor is coming tomorrow so thats something to look forward too, oh and we also missed my doctors appointment today, but I won´t remind Mummy until tomorrow becasue I don´t like doctors.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/liverpool.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/5982405098114361402'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/5982405098114361402'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-2208984051487842026</id><published>2006-08-19T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:21:03.159Z</updated><title type='text'>Sainsbury Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mummy took me to Sainsburys today.  We walked there as the weather was nice and sunny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the afternoon, Mummy to took me to a place where the Mummy´s and babies were all sat round in a circle. This must have frightened me because I started to cry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There was a lady at the front of the circle talking about baby massaging. I didn´t feel like having a massage and so I fell asleep! &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/08/sainsbury-again.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2208984051487842026'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2208984051487842026'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-8353765252149058753</id><published>2006-09-18T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:17:56.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Playgroup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today I went to playgroup. I have never been to playgroup before. I slept for the first hour, but when I woke up, there were lots of other babies and little people there. The little people were running round, which is something I wanted to do. The mummy´s were sat in groups chatting about there own babies and little people. I think mummy said we would meet them all again next week.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/playgroup.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/8353765252149058753'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/8353765252149058753'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-7378753073226191518</id><published>2006-09-17T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:16:58.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Carmarthen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hello everybody! Lots of days have gone by since my last story on my blog! This is because we all went to Carmarthen to see all my family over the weekend. First of all Uncle Rhys came to our house because he wanted a ride too, then we all went in the car over a big bridge to Wales. I had never been to Wales before and it was nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On the Friday night we stayed with Grandma and Grampie and Daddy disappeared leaving me with Mummy. We had a really nice day, in the evening Auntie Row and Hannah came to see me and they all had dinner while I slept. When I woke up only Grandma was there and she took me in to see Mummy and Daddy so I could have some supper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;On Saturday it was Nanna Lizzie´s turn to see me, she and Grandad Wendell loved me and cuddled me lots. I also met Great Uncle Arwyn, he was funny! Mummy and Daddy went out and left me with them for HOURS! When they came back Grandad was gone and Nanna was looking after me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Nanna thought Mummy could do with a rest so Daddy and Nanna went up to Carmarthen town, I think that Nanna wanted to show me off because she went all around the town taking the longest routes possible so she could see as many people as she could. On the way home we went into the park, it was nice, I had not been to such a big park before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Later that night, Uncle Rhys came with Sarah-Jane, I think that she is Uncle Rhys´ girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I went to bed because everybody was acting funny, this may have been because of the drink they were drinking, it was called WINE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We went home on Sunday after visiting Auntie Row and Hannah again.  I cried lots and Mummy had to constantly feed me.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/carmarthen.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/7378753073226191518'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/7378753073226191518'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-2774729159551509445</id><published>2006-09-14T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:15:31.618Z</updated><title type='text'>Health Visitor - duh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A woman called "A health visitor" came to my house today, she weighed me and said that I was growing perfectly. This is nice to know, it seems that I am getting "enough milk". She also said that I should have something called "Gripe Water", I don´t know what this is but it sounds disgusting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the afternoon Mummy went to the doctor and left me on my own with Daddy, I gave him a very easy time and slept.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Later on we went to Cribbs Causeway to Starbucks, Rog and Mary came with Ellen and we stayed there for ages, then Daddy disappeared to some shops. We were lucky to be able to get back to the car because John Lewis was closing and it was the only way to the car without walking a long way around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tomorrow we will be visiting Grandma and Grampy.  I am looking forward to this.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/health-visitor-duh.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2774729159551509445'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2774729159551509445'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-449925451524843014</id><published>2006-09-13T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:14:25.702Z</updated><title type='text'>Four Weeks Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Four weeks old today!!!  Wooooh hooooh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another average day really, except Daddy got out of bed at a silly time to go to work. This woke me up, and so I thought it only fair to wake Mummy up too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Morning was boring. Mummy kept on trying to put me to bed so that she could have a sleep, but I wasn´t happy about this. She didn´t stay in bed for long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was pushed to the train station today. I thought Mummy was going to take me for my first trip on a train, but we only got as far as the post box. She then turned me around and we not long arrived back at the house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Two visitors came today.  First came Auntie Mel. Mel and Mummy yapped on for hours. They made me fall asleep easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When Auntie Mel left, Mummy bathed me. For the first time ever, I decided not to cry, even when my hair was being washed. Well, I can´t cry every time can I?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mummy's boss came to visit.  She came with more gifts for me.  I like receiving presents.  How long will it last?&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/four-weeks-old.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/449925451524843014'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/449925451524843014'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-5722917450143077189</id><published>2006-09-12T20:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:12:30.135Z</updated><title type='text'>My poo don't stink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Daddy was home again today but he stayed out of the way. Mummy had to take care of me but nothing much happened. I hope that things get more interesting than this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mummy´s friend Sarah came to visit and brought me some presents, this was nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did many poo´s throughout the day, I am aiming to break my personal-best when it comes to going through nappies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Daddy still seems suprised that my poops stink, he keeps saying "they didnt smell bad the first couple of weeks, why do they smell so bad now?"&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/my-poo-dont-stink.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/5722917450143077189'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/5722917450143077189'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-39385402743311334</id><published>2006-09-11T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:08:30.614Z</updated><title type='text'>Daddy the skiver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was supposed to be on my own with Mummy today but Daddy came home after just over an hour because something went wrong with the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Apart from this it was a very boring day.  Nothing to report here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They thought they could put me to bed early and be allowed to watch some TV, I let them do this but when they came to bed I was not tired any more so I made Mummy stay up until midnight with me.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/daddy-skiver.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/39385402743311334'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/39385402743311334'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-4682768954185534037</id><published>2006-09-10T20:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:06:41.687Z</updated><title type='text'>Dog Poo on my wheels...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We went for a very long walk this morning to a park, it was nice but I made Daddy carry me a lot of the way because I could not see out of my pram.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we got back I had a bath while Daddy cleaned the dog poo off my pram wheels. When he was done he came up and got me out of the bath. I did a pee on his hands and legs which I thought was funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then in the evening the strange bearded man called &lt;em&gt;Uncle Rhys&lt;/em&gt; came to see me, he carried me around the garden until his food was ready.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/dog-poo-on-my-wheels.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/4682768954185534037'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/4682768954185534037'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-8470217872622994348</id><published>2006-08-09T20:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:01:51.858Z</updated><title type='text'>John Lewis Torture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This morning Mummy and Daddy took me to JOHN LEWIS to torture me. They put me in front of a table and this horrible American woman pressed my hands into some cold clay, she hurt me too because she bent my fingers back the wrong way. Mummy couldn´t watch and I screamed lots. Just when I thought it was all over they put my feet in another one, because I was not expecting cold feet I let out a little wee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the afternoon we went to a very boring place to get something called a &lt;em&gt;Bank Account&lt;/em&gt; this depressed Daddy because he says that I have more money than him.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/08/john-lewis-torture.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/8470217872622994348'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/8470217872622994348'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-2781753914161768488</id><published>2006-09-08T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:00:22.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandma went home</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Grandma went home today, she helped Mummy lots I think Mummy will miss her lots. Because I have been really busy I could not keep my diary up to date. Now I can't remember what we did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Even though I can't remeber what I did I can count on one thing, I almost definitely did a massive poo and I probably pee'd on somebody too!&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/grandma-went-home.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2781753914161768488'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2781753914161768488'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-367636063172037567</id><published>2006-09-07T19:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:57:14.177Z</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This morning, Mummy and Daddy took me to the dentist. I thought this was a very silly thing to do as I don't have any teeth yet. I think that they realised this once they got there though because I did not go in and see the dentist himself, I just stayed in reception.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we left Mummy and Daddy were talking funny, I think it may have been a different language. It sounded something like this "Quickshhhhh, we shuuullllt hurry nowllsh sho thallt we dont get have to mushhh to pay for the car park", ok som some was in English but it sounded very strange. Also when they smiled only one half of their faces moved. Weird.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/dentist.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/367636063172037567'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/367636063172037567'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-1781116433405683132</id><published>2006-09-06T19:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:55:48.158Z</updated><title type='text'>Recycling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This morning Mummy and Grandma took me for a walk to Sainsburys. We only got a few bits and pieces and took the empty bottles to the big box which said "SORT-IT! RECYCLING - Plastic Bottles Only" on the side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I did not feel very good in the afternoon and cried all the time. By the time Daddy came home I was sleeping though. At about 7 O�Clock their food was ready so I woke up for a cuddle.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/recycling.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/1781116433405683132'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/1781116433405683132'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-6822197621241127021</id><published>2006-09-05T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:54:57.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We all stayed at home today, I slept for quite a long time in the day but in the night I was quite wide awake until midnight. It was nice to go to sleep after that.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/nothing-to-report.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/6822197621241127021'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/6822197621241127021'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-1648533411848115161</id><published>2006-09-04T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:53:45.417Z</updated><title type='text'>Where's Daddy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Daddy was gone when I woke up. I did not see him go, but Mummy says he has "Gone to Work", I don't know what "work" is but it does not sound nice. I wonder if he will come back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Mummy took me to the doctors, I have not seen a doctor since I came out of Mummy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Grandma also came today she is staying here until Wednesday.  She is helping Mummy to look after me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/wheres-daddy.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/1648533411848115161'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/1648533411848115161'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-5269090391394329190</id><published>2006-09-03T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:52:35.703Z</updated><title type='text'>Mamas and Papas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We went to a shop called Mamas and Papas today because there is something wrong with the wheels of my pram. We got to borrow some from the shop as they had to send mine off to be fixed. It was quite strange though because Daddy had to give his credit card details "in case we didn�t bring the wheels back" but the shop did not give us their credit card details in case they didn�t give our wheels back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We had to go around to Roger and Mary�s house in the evening to find out about when we are going to feed their cats. Ellen had a big dent in her head where she fell and hit a radiator. I hope I don�t fall over when I learn to walk.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/mamas-and-papas.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/5269090391394329190'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/5269090391394329190'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-2458333577492782842</id><published>2006-09-02T19:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:50:46.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Poo-Wee-Trick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today Nanna Lizzie and Grandad Wendell came to visit. I knew they had came a long way to see me but I was very tired. I did my poo-wee-trick™ and then let Nanna Lizzie give me a bath. I am getting to like having a bath now but I am not sure about them washing my face or hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After my bath I decided to spend the rest of the day sleeping.  I think I was cuddled lots but I don�t remember much.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/poo-wee-trick.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2458333577492782842'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/2458333577492782842'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2298420763910383631.post-9177651764505592378</id><published>2006-09-01T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-27T19:49:07.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello September</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My first day of my first September was quite an eventful day. It started off ordinary enough staying around the house but in the afternoon Mummy was very tired and had to go to bed. This meant that because I was awake I had to go to do the weekly shopping. We went to Tesco and I got put on the "Trolley" in my car seat. I slept the whole time but after getting home Daddy kept telling every one that I was "pulling a but-ugly-face" the whole time. I don�t know what this means but he keeps laughing about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;After shopping he took me for a walk to give Mummy more sleep but I started to get hungry half way around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I discovered a way of getting them to give me a bath as well. All I do is a small poo so they come to change my nappy then I wee all over myself so it goes on my clothes. They always put me in the bath after I do this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In the evening Auntie Jen and Uncle Alex came around (they are not propper uncle and auntie, just friends of Mummy and Daddy) this meant that Little Jack came around too. We both stayed awake until really late and Daddy took photos of us. I was really tired by the end.&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.frea.me.uk/blog/2006/09/hello-september.html'></link><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/9177651764505592378'></link><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2298420763910383631/posts/default/9177651764505592378'></link><author><name>Frea</name></author></entry></feed>
