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		<title>By: Stephanie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Feb 2010 03:41:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just stumbled upon your blog.
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&lt;br&gt;As someone who is half-French and grew up with a French father, this sounds very familiar.  I was never allowed to go in my parents&#039; bedroom unless it was past a certain time, and I had to wait until their door was open.  I went everywhere with them, even though I undoubtedly complained.  I didn&#039;t have a choice!  I had to exist in a grown-ups&#039; world.  
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&lt;br&gt;My baby is too young to have this enforced yet, but I hope to do it when she&#039;s old enough to understand.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just stumbled upon your blog.</p>
<p>As someone who is half-French and grew up with a French father, this sounds very familiar.  I was never allowed to go in my parents&#39; bedroom unless it was past a certain time, and I had to wait until their door was open.  I went everywhere with them, even though I undoubtedly complained.  I didn&#39;t have a choice!  I had to exist in a grown-ups&#39; world.  </p>
<p>My baby is too young to have this enforced yet, but I hope to do it when she&#39;s old enough to understand.</p>
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		<title>By: Stephanie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stephanie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 22:41:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just stumbled upon your blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As someone who is half-French and grew up with a French father, this sounds very familiar.  I was never allowed to go in my parents&#039; bedroom unless it was past a certain time, and I had to wait until their door was open.  I went everywhere with them, even though I undoubtedly complained.  I didn&#039;t have a choice!  I had to exist in a grown-ups&#039; world.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My baby is too young to have this enforced yet, but I hope to do it when she&#039;s old enough to understand.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just stumbled upon your blog.</p>
<p>As someone who is half-French and grew up with a French father, this sounds very familiar.  I was never allowed to go in my parents&#39; bedroom unless it was past a certain time, and I had to wait until their door was open.  I went everywhere with them, even though I undoubtedly complained.  I didn&#39;t have a choice!  I had to exist in a grown-ups&#39; world.  </p>
<p>My baby is too young to have this enforced yet, but I hope to do it when she&#39;s old enough to understand.</p>
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		<title>By: Kasia K Price</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kasia K Price</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 20:36:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, Melissa!  That&#039;s really interesting!  Since, as you and everyone around me knows, I am originally from Poland, I constantly see a difference in parenting between myself and my parents, and between myself and my husband.  My parents and I both share the rule &quot;No parents bedroom!&quot;  That goes also for at friends houses.  There is absolutely no reason in my mind for a child to be in any adults bedroom.  There is nothing interesting t play with there for them, and I like knowing also it can help keep her safe, because  she can&#039;t break something of mine.  The reason that rule became enforced by my husband, who was lax about it before, is when my diamond earrings and one of my ruby earrings (both gifts from now-deceased family members) came up missing and we couldn&#039;t say who did it since my daughter would play in my bedroom when I was expecting daddy to watch her.  Now he gets it, No Parents Bedroom!   Period!&lt;br&gt;My parents also believed that a child appreciating and understanding nature and caring for animals grows up more compassionate to the environment, God&#039;s creatures, and others.  We take her camping &amp; on hikes often.  The weather&#039;s nasty?  Bundle up.&lt;br&gt;One huge difference between my parents and myself is that dinner is to be eaten until you are full and that the dinner table SHOULD be filled with laughter.  The difference between my hubby &amp; I?  I believe you eat at the table with the tv off.  He believes in front of the tv with your feet on the coffee table is fine.&lt;br&gt;I wish we could do date night but he won&#039;t let it happen.  It was so tough before that people would not even OFFER to babysit for us for anything, even doctors appointments, because he wouldn&#039;t let it happen.  Recently, he started letting Emma do sleep overs and go to her god sisters house without us.  Now, as soon as I am not nursing every hour and a half to 3 hours during the day, I am going to put my foot down and expect a date from him.  Because the last few times we were alone, I really felt that lack of connection with him sans kids, and I don&#039;t want that.&lt;br&gt;This really made me open my eyes to some of the less positive sides of my two parenting personalities (I feel like I have multiple personality with it!).  Thanks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, Melissa!  That&#39;s really interesting!  Since, as you and everyone around me knows, I am originally from Poland, I constantly see a difference in parenting between myself and my parents, and between myself and my husband.  My parents and I both share the rule &#8220;No parents bedroom!&#8221;  That goes also for at friends houses.  There is absolutely no reason in my mind for a child to be in any adults bedroom.  There is nothing interesting t play with there for them, and I like knowing also it can help keep her safe, because  she can&#39;t break something of mine.  The reason that rule became enforced by my husband, who was lax about it before, is when my diamond earrings and one of my ruby earrings (both gifts from now-deceased family members) came up missing and we couldn&#39;t say who did it since my daughter would play in my bedroom when I was expecting daddy to watch her.  Now he gets it, No Parents Bedroom!   Period!<br />My parents also believed that a child appreciating and understanding nature and caring for animals grows up more compassionate to the environment, God&#39;s creatures, and others.  We take her camping &#038; on hikes often.  The weather&#39;s nasty?  Bundle up.<br />One huge difference between my parents and myself is that dinner is to be eaten until you are full and that the dinner table SHOULD be filled with laughter.  The difference between my hubby &#038; I?  I believe you eat at the table with the tv off.  He believes in front of the tv with your feet on the coffee table is fine.<br />I wish we could do date night but he won&#39;t let it happen.  It was so tough before that people would not even OFFER to babysit for us for anything, even doctors appointments, because he wouldn&#39;t let it happen.  Recently, he started letting Emma do sleep overs and go to her god sisters house without us.  Now, as soon as I am not nursing every hour and a half to 3 hours during the day, I am going to put my foot down and expect a date from him.  Because the last few times we were alone, I really felt that lack of connection with him sans kids, and I don&#39;t want that.<br />This really made me open my eyes to some of the less positive sides of my two parenting personalities (I feel like I have multiple personality with it!).  Thanks.</p>
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