This morning, you wake up late like to stay a little longer, just a little bit ...
Little chick asleep, you emerge, all wrinkled, his hair disheveled, smiling lips already, and it party for the race. I make gestures in the morning, only concerned about your entry at large: we need you to make me a hug for me to go that I was elsewhere. We speak your input at large, you have a message Mamoune which you acknowledge by saying "Mamiiiiie!"
I put your coat too big for you, I stash your mini-ears under your hat, it's time to go.
I should not but I carry you all along, hug, strong, while you tell me about the fog of our breath, buses that break the ears and a dog I do not see.
No caps this morning, it happens too quickly to the crib, you're all happy to be there: just off your coat, you run toward the large room where still play at this time the great and means. Then the nannies
call means to join their room, and you stay wisely stuck in the middle of the room, motionless, your security blanket tight hard against you. You are well aware of what happens, and you're very quiet. You look at me, why am I still here watching you? Head on the side, you make me goodbye hand: good, Mom, you must leave now!
I'm glad to be pregnant: Other moms will on behalf of my hormone sensitivity nunuche!
I'm proud of you sweetie, at least one of us manages ...
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