<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503126</id><updated>2009-02-21T07:12:34.928Z</updated><title type='text'>Manxlennie</title><subtitle type='html'>My thoughts ....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Acorns</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503126.post-108802230560326681</id><published>2004-06-23T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-23T20:25:05.603Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I never wanted to send my daughter to school in the first place but I did and have spent the last 4 years regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;This year she has turned 8 and has spent half her life being forced to learn things that she was either not ready to digest or wasnt interested in.&lt;br /&gt;So after a year and ahalf of research and knowing it was the right thing....I knocked on the headteachers door today and announced that my daughter would not be returning to school after the summer holidays. He already knew my feelings on state school and the national curriculum so it was no surprise......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughters class teacher who has been a blessing and really the only reason she has stayed in school this year, has reinforced all my reasons for removing my dd and considers her to be a very lucky young lady....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us as a family well my husband is a police officer so hopefully  we wont get too much grief from the authorities, and 95% of the family are supportive, My husband and i are very excited and my 13 month old is looking forward to having big sis at home all day everyday, well in theory at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503126-108802230560326681?l=manxlennie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/108802230560326681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/108802230560326681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108802230560326681' title=''/><author><name>Acorns</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09860876411189480115'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503126.post-108202438495973497</id><published>2004-04-15T10:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-15T10:23:42.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're Little Miss Sunshine! :D You're very&lt;br&gt;cheerful! Good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Yo-Yo-Ninja-Girl/quizzes/Which%20Little%20Miss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt;Which Little Miss are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503126-108202438495973497?l=manxlennie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/108202438495973497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/108202438495973497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108202438495973497' title=''/><author><name>Acorns</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09860876411189480115'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503126.post-107930112760942708</id><published>2004-03-14T21:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T21:55:21.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe I am a bit of a martyr this week. I am trying desperately to get DD2 to sleep from 11pm ish until 7 am without a breastfeed. I am now on my 5th day and sleep deprivation is kicking in. Somehow it just seems easier to pick her up and put her to the breast, she falls asleep again….I put her down and we continue this ritual every 2 ½ hours or so (3  if Im lucky).  Now to get to the martyr bit, I could stop breastfeeding and don a bottle like many. But the inner me keeps saying “NO” you must feed dd2 for 2.5 years as you did dd1, otherwise dd2 will feel unloved and not as special. However Mom is tired and yearns to sleep at least 6 hours in a row plllleeeeeaase!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well tonight may be the night , fingers crossed. Oh and if you see me at the traffic lights in the morning doing the school run and the eyelids are dropping give me a beep there’s a good chap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503126-107930112760942708?l=manxlennie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/107930112760942708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/107930112760942708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107930112760942708' title=''/><author><name>Acorns</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09860876411189480115'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503126.post-107738791938501018</id><published>2004-02-21T18:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T18:28:03.153Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/wdra.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Georgia Ref, Book Antiqua, Garamond" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;i&gt;Watership Down&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;by Richard Adams&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're&lt;br /&gt;actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their&lt;br /&gt;assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they &lt;br /&gt;build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd&lt;br /&gt;be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org/ia/bquiz.htm"&gt;Book Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the &lt;a href="http://bluepyramid.org"&gt;Blue Pyramid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503126-107738791938501018?l=manxlennie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/107738791938501018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/107738791938501018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738791938501018' title=''/><author><name>Acorns</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09860876411189480115'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6503126.post-107719476136572133</id><published>2004-02-19T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T12:48:41.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6503126-107719476136572133?l=manxlennie.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/107719476136572133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6503126/posts/default/107719476136572133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://manxlennie.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107719476136572133' title=''/><author><name>Acorns</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09860876411189480115'/></author></entry></feed>