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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Ada Roberts</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @adaroberts)</generator><link>http://adaroberts.com/</link><item><title>Dilemma - should I skip bathtime?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4fq42Ksqy1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dilemma - should I skip bathtime?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/23551371774</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/23551371774</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 18:33:38 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Strange reactions</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I walked up the little set of steps today. I know it&amp;#8217;s not really interesting news, but the real subject of this post is my parent&amp;#8217;s strange reaction. They were very excited and discussed how I did it for ages. I really don&amp;#8217;t understand. They do it pretty much everytime (occasionally I get them to bump down with me!), so why is it a big thing when I choose to do it too.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/23153179340</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/23153179340</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 17:24:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Making flapjacks for a picnic.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m43pq0mgoE1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making flapjacks for a picnic.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/23153434030</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/23153434030</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 May 2012 16:54:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Mummy put me here after I refused my cot and then tried to fall...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2vx10ifOS1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mummy put me here after I refused my cot and then tried to fall asleep on my green chair.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21570057436</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21570057436</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2012 16:15:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Fun with indoor sand.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2vwyfb7om1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fun with indoor sand.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21569983628</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21569983628</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 11:15:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Two favourite requests</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I love to ask mama to &amp;#8220;catcht you&amp;#8221;, because when I do she will chase me and throw me around when she gets me. And sometimes I just need &amp;#8220;durdles&amp;#8221; like when I&amp;#8217;ve hurt myself or feel sad. When I ask for them I get squeezed tight in mama&amp;#8217;s or Dada&amp;#8217;s arms.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21292781382</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21292781382</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 10:31:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Yummy yummy Easter treats.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2vwraQYYg1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yummy yummy Easter treats.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21569781048</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21569781048</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 12:11:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Though sometimes I’m just a scary tiger,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2eyscZWFH1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though sometimes I’m just a scary tiger, “RRROOAARR”.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21018322477</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21018322477</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 11:36:12 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>I’m one of ‘those’ cool people.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2eyjoOAZg1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m one of ‘those’ cool people.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21018224007</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21018224007</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 11:31:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>18months old or 1 and a half</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Today was my birthday, mama and Dada insisted on me sitting on the sofa with them so I could smile before a big flash of blinding light happened over and over. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then mama and Dada made me stand on the little flat white square, which I usually like to sit on or stand on leaning on the wall. This time I had to stand without leaning and very still. After a little while they clapped and congratulated me I was 9.7kg, so that must be good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Then I was very good standing in front of the tree, so mama wrote on it. It means I&amp;#8217;m 75cm. I think this was good too as I got another clap.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;All this forced activity has made me tired, so I&amp;#8217;m off for my usual afternoon nap.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/21374068080</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/21374068080</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 00:08:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Making the most of good weather.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m43pl2m5bI1qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Making the most of good weather.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/23153343135</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/23153343135</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 16:15:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Fun in the Sun</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Spent the day in Queen&amp;#8217;s Park with mummy. We saw lots of doggies, a bee (which mummy said was busy and so didn&amp;#8217;t have time for being tickled), budgies, goats, chickens, a rabbit, a hoover fly and lots of planes.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;After a nap, I played with K and his mummy. But I really wanted to play ball with lots of other children. I got a tasty ice cream, but mummy ate loads before I could, though she let me finish it. Then we went to play on the slide and climbing frames.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#8217;s been a busy, but fun day, so I am off to bed.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/20181150461</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/20181150461</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2012 07:13:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>I was helping Daddy with the washing this morning</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/39350141" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was helping Daddy with the washing this morning&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/20281587895</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/20281587895</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 12:53:00 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Just be nice to me!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I have 6 teeth trying to poke their way through my gums, so my mouth is in lots of pain. I&amp;#8217;m doing the best I can to get through each day and night ignoring the parin. However, if I suddenly decided to scream and cry for no apparent reason or get cross when I wouldn&amp;#8217;t usually, please understand that I just need a hug.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/19887339968</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/19887339968</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Mar 2012 11:57:34 +0100</pubDate></item><item><title>Daddy finished putting together a QuadroPlay castle today (he...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/38724946" width="400" height="224" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy finished putting together a QuadroPlay castle today (he ran out of connectors and had to order more, silly!). Here I am playing on it.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/19530312652</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/19530312652</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Mar 2012 20:13:59 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Sofa Day!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve got the sick bug that&amp;#8217;s going around, so just spending most of my time sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I blame mama she should know better was texting my Auntie Laura when my cousins were unwell. Everyone knows that germs get passed on through contact!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/18944171371</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/18944171371</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2012 11:10:46 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Running into people's gardens. </title><description>&lt;p&gt;This is my new favourite game. I&amp;#8217;ve been playing it for the last few weeks since mama&amp;#8217;s been letting me walk home from Lizzie&amp;#8217;s.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I go into people&amp;#8217;s gardens or run up their garden paths. The aim is to get as far as I can before mama catches me then I go onto the next one.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Today, when mama put me down to walk (she says she has to carry me across the road) I reminded her there was a cat in one of them, so she could help me look for it again.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Gotta go having a soak in a bubble bath.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/18798731454</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/18798731454</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:52:38 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Running into people’s gardens.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0fdjqTYZ21qfsy91o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Running into people’s gardens.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/18798547941</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/18798547941</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:47:49 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>We went to the science museum today. We had to get there on the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1svdaUcO21qfsy91o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; On our way out&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1svdaUcO21qfsy91o3_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Holding on, on the bus&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1svdaUcO21qfsy91o4_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; On daddy in the park&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1svdaUcO21qfsy91o2_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; Tired after a long day&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;p&gt;We went to the science museum today. We had to get there on the bus where Mummy and Daddy let me sit in my own seat and hold on like a big girl.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;At the museum I played with some boats in a water experiment, there were lots of other children playing too. Then we walked around a very funny place. It had loads of exciting things to touch and run around and through. After lunch I had a nap while Mummy and Daddy looked at some boring stuff.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;When I woke from my nap we were in a park. I got to run around loads, chasing dogs and birds and squirrels. Daddy carried me on his shoulders so I could see high in to the trees. We sat by a pond and fed all the animals there. I walked really far through the park, so much that when we got home I was really really tired and fell asleep on Mummy on the sofa&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It was a really fun day.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/20282096228</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/20282096228</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Mar 2012 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate></item><item><title>Why don't parents listen?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve been trying to tell mama and Dada that I have more teeth coming through and am therefore in lots of pain to no avail.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday mama was making dinner when my gums just suddenly really hurt. I was unconsolable, she came in to &amp;#8216;be with me&amp;#8217; and then when I did not stop picked me up for a little while, but then said &amp;#8220;I have to put you down Ada, so I can make the dinner.&amp;#8221; Er, mama the last thing I cared about at that time was dinner, I&amp;#8217;m in serious pain!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today, I tried again, by suddenly getting upset during my bath. I thought this would work as there was no other reason I could be upset, they were both with me, I&amp;#8217;d not hurt myself and I love baths. But no, fair enough they did quickly get me out of the bath, but I had to cry so much I was a little sick and it seemed only my refusal to brush my teeth, which I usually love, but could not face at that moment in time, started them thinking about my teeth. Though I wasn&amp;#8217;t too impressed that they still tried to get me dressed.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Finally, Dada gave me some teething gel and said he could feel teeth. D&amp;#8217;uh, what have I been telling you for the last few days, maybe you should listen rather than just replying &amp;#8220;Really&amp;#8221;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;So I have 2 or 4 teeth coming through towards the back of my mouth all at the top.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://adaroberts.com/post/18676500128</link><guid>http://adaroberts.com/post/18676500128</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2012 19:23:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>

