Where did the heat?
Today is the birthday of Peter. Yes, our doll takes two years. As I start to write this post are 18:25, which means that exactly two years ago, tiny little thing was pretty small in the pipeline (he was born at 19:06), after a long, long day. In these two years we did nothing but ask, "where xxx will be like?" (Replace "xxx" with things like "walk", "eat", "will have teeth," "talk", "sleep in his room," etc. etc.). And here we are. Peter walking, eating on his own, has some 'teeth, sleeping in his room (it was hard and tiring but we made it slowly taking our time, in spite of Estivill and his methods to mold the children with gognometro) ... and, above all, speak (though almost alone individual words - but it just says a lot). Now it's just a baby. And I think, I think I have a child of two years, and it does not seem real, I seem to have happened in the history of someone else. But no, there it was, my beautiful baby, cute, sweet, stubborn and somewhat hysterical, with her blue eyes and his white tuft, unique and irreplaceable object 99% of our actions and our affection.
I do not remember most mica was before.
Today is the birthday of Peter. Yes, our doll takes two years. As I start to write this post are 18:25, which means that exactly two years ago, tiny little thing was pretty small in the pipeline (he was born at 19:06), after a long, long day. In these two years we did nothing but ask, "where xxx will be like?" (Replace "xxx" with things like "walk", "eat", "will have teeth," "talk", "sleep in his room," etc. etc.). And here we are. Peter walking, eating on his own, has some 'teeth, sleeping in his room (it was hard and tiring but we made it slowly taking our time, in spite of Estivill and his methods to mold the children with gognometro) ... and, above all, speak (though almost alone individual words - but it just says a lot). Now it's just a baby. And I think, I think I have a child of two years, and it does not seem real, I seem to have happened in the history of someone else. But no, there it was, my beautiful baby, cute, sweet, stubborn and somewhat hysterical, with her blue eyes and his white tuft, unique and irreplaceable object 99% of our actions and our affection.
I do not remember most mica was before.
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