<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post1474697727439517529..comments</id><updated>2007-06-19T07:24:56.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on A Song Heard Far Away: Guangzhou - Day Eight</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/feeds/1474697727439517529/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>lmarshall119@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-3813350494582261135</id><published>2007-06-19T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:24:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That market is out of this world! It's enchanting,...</title><content type='html'>That market is out of this world! It's enchanting, almost, once you get past the nausea. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/3813350494582261135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/3813350494582261135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182263040000#c3813350494582261135' title=''/><author><name>Mad Ethel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02441416891392416549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1170418700040323329</id><published>2007-06-18T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T08:17:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Native language/local guides are almost always a s...</title><content type='html'>Native language/local guides are almost always a smart move.  They seem like an indulgence to some, but no guide book can get you into the heart.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;What a great day.  Creepy, but great!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/1170418700040323329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/1170418700040323329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182179820000#c1170418700040323329' title=''/><author><name>booda baby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09424036488795599663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-8395623484310587366</id><published>2007-06-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:14:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tigers feet, centipedes and pickled snakes...there...</title><content type='html'>Tigers feet, centipedes and pickled snakes...there goes breakfast! &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I liked the pictures of your beautiful children a lot more. :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/8395623484310587366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/8395623484310587366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182176040000#c8395623484310587366' title=''/><author><name>Janine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10441323925895768370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-7844651198248140123</id><published>2007-06-18T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:46:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was doing alright until the pickled snakes. I ca...</title><content type='html'>I was doing alright until the pickled snakes. I can't even stomach pickled herring, so this is like a whole other level of gross.  But awesome photos!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/7844651198248140123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/7844651198248140123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182170760000#c7844651198248140123' title=''/><author><name>Christina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00940861777458196200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-4622521438862997069</id><published>2007-06-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:39:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The tiger paws are super freaky.  I'm with Mae and...</title><content type='html'>The tiger paws are super freaky.  I'm with Mae and am hoping that they are from 1850, not last week.  Scary.  The other photos are super fabulous.  It appears Georgia could fly right over the bars around the pool??  Can't wait to see you all!   MCV</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/4622521438862997069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/4622521438862997069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182145140000#c4622521438862997069' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1940333577580408285</id><published>2007-06-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T18:46:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This post rocked!  Love the photos, and now I'm so...</title><content type='html'>This post rocked!  Love the photos, and now I'm so excited to visit my sister in Shanghai!  Seeing G with all those foreign creatures made me think how grand a time she and my G would  have had at that market together.  Can you even imagine???  We miss you! xoxoxo - MCS</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/1940333577580408285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/1940333577580408285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182131160000#c1940333577580408285' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-71155728925706112</id><published>2007-06-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S.  I should have written the post above in past...</title><content type='html'>P.S.  I should have written the post above in past tense.  Miles does not bite anymore (there, now I've just jinxed myself.)  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I suspect it had more to do with him understanding us more and just moving on.  Or he just liked the way it felt :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/71155728925706112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/71155728925706112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182104940000#c71155728925706112' title=''/><author><name>Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-2507974381874058509</id><published>2007-06-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picked snakes eh?  Oh my.  I am hoping that those ...</title><content type='html'>Picked snakes eh?  Oh my.  I am hoping that those tiger feet are from a time when they didn't know any better than to hunt tigers?  I'd hate to think they get a fresh batch of those every few weeks.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;My son bites.  Me, in particular.  There are all sorts of reasons and I honestly don't always have the time to figure him out, so I just keep my answer consistent.  "NO BITING."  Firm, not mean.  It usually sends his lips pointing downward, eyes well up with tears, and he buries his face in my shoulder.  "I know, you're sorry." &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Sometimes, I follow up with something he can sink his teeth into.  Like an apple. &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;If you do have the time to figure out the cause of the behavior, I've heard it ranges from stress, playfulness, misplaced love, and teething and then you can tailor your response to that (Still, NO BITING...then follow up with something that fits the situation).</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/2507974381874058509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/2507974381874058509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182095040000#c2507974381874058509' title=''/><author><name>Mae</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-7837184739901415560</id><published>2007-06-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T07:03:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you have to figure out what reaction she is seekin...</title><content type='html'>you have to figure out what reaction she is seeking when she bites and pinches, and then never ever never give the desired reaction. Or just bite and pinch her back, I've always found that works best in bar fights so why wouldn't it translate into the realm of raising children.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/7837184739901415560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/7837184739901415560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182088980000#c7837184739901415560' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-3592156570410441412</id><published>2007-06-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T05:10:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding photos!  No advice on the biting and p...</title><content type='html'>Outstanding photos!  No advice on the biting and pinching, although she might be getting some molars so feel in her mouth for that. It could also be Chinese survival of the fittest at work.  Beyond that, just say NO.  Moparmamma and Georgia can be the heavies on that one.  What a doll, she is!  Keep it coming girl.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/3592156570410441412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/1474697727439517529/comments/default/3592156570410441412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html?showComment=1182082200000#c3592156570410441412' title=''/><author><name>expat princess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://asongforsongsong.blogspot.com/2007/06/guangzhou-day-eight.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3444845075971244429.post-1474697727439517529' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3444845075971244429/posts/default/1474697727439517529' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>