My child is growing. I know, any increases. But my growing fast. I measured my luck on Saturday - 129 cm. Long and thin like a month as payment. And that's all pile on him. In three days, tore two pairs of trousers - holes in the knees. On Thursday he returned from school and told me with a joyful face:
- Today is not seized of pants!
- Great - glad how it turned out prematurely, because the child immediately said before:
- The bottom is not seized, but he grabbed a sweatshirt - and proudly demonstrated to me nadpruty cuff.
Eh ...
It also has a candidate for his fiancee. And yet a month ago I said before that the baby does not like anything. But I disliked the bride. And it's hard. On Saturday, my son's girlfriend and his brother and parents were with us to visit. After leaving the visitors with horror, I discovered that my doll is a piece of infraction of the knee. That is a lesson for next time: before the arrival of visitors the site should be killed by desks, or a string tie and fasten with a padlock. But only the next morning made the discovery, which led me to a boil. Well, my child, along with the future his wife and brother in law, using skateboards, zryło me a floor in the hallway.
generally visit took place in quite a heavy atmosphere. Children ran up and Darly (meaning play well), we of the spouse looked at each other with horror in her eyes, again and again, looking out of the room, hoping that all the furniture yet. And the peace of the young looks like it went through a typhoon.
Because generally does not like to clean up the young, who shares in this respect the views of his father. And I'm stubbornly trying to teach him right, helping at the sweet balm and explaining that we do not tear his only child falls like frogs.
Outside the mash. Like the snow still lies, but getting uglier. White, pure fluff disappears, but mysteriously emerge from the variety of things: garbage, cigarette butts, remains of the dog spacerkach. In a word obrzydliwstwo. Today I realized that there was a sleigh ride this year because my son refused. And I remembered my first sleigh ride in my life - organized themselves. As a child he showed a remarkable curiosity, and he had ideas rather peculiar. Curiosity remains, however, try to meet her in a bit more calm manner. One winter - and when I was 3 or 4 years old - I decided to make a sleigh ride. To this end, quietly tied the sled to the car my father (obviously setting an them so that my parents never saw.) And started to ride! The party was fun until my dad touched by a strange premonition, not glanced in the mirror. He saw me as a snowman snowy, but happy as a mink, rushing himself on the sled behind the car. Slowed najostrożniej as he could - fortunately, did not manage to get to the main street. Something in his facial expressions made me abandon the car and rush home through the snowdrifts, if only small forces in the legs. By no means has been praised for creativity and professionalism in the implementation of the node.
a hole I guess. I'm sleepy, tired. And every work of my hands flying. After the thousandth time, unless I set the doll in the cabinet. And every time is not right. It also seems that the shipment was lost to me. But the hope is - the last priority to reach me after 16 days. Mail never ceases to amaze me.
But I have included one of the New Year's resolutions - I did order and got rid of the surplus puppet Duper. All the rest as it lies fallow. Together with me.
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