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I learn to be mother!

“Hey! Hey!“ - small “alarm clock“ began to wail, standing in the bed.

- the Daughter, why “Hey!“, tell “mother“.
- the Father! - also turns away with a business look.

with our day “Hey“ begins

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Here to the daughter eleven months and 20 days. Soon year! Memories of days after an extract, about the first months of life of our crumb are still fresh. Diapers, feeding, children`s crying, first smile, the first “Aga“ and again diapers. And already the baby learned to turn over on a tummy, and again feeding, diapers. At that time, where day begins and night comes to an end, it was understood badly. Day was 24 hours a day. I learned to be a mother! But everything passes, and it passed!

“Hey! Hey!“ - the small alarm clock began to wail, standing in the bed.

- the Daughter, why “Hey!“ ? Tell “mother“.
- the Father! - also turns away with a business look.

new day Begins

. After morning procedures of washing we start a breakfast!

That who have children at the age of about a year, will understand that to feed the 11th monthly child - the poor eater, to tell softly, not a simple task! Everything is used - songs, chastushkas, animated cartoons, dolls, doggies, machines. And happiness if it was succeeded to push couple of spoons of porridge in a small mouth!

According to the plan walk. Within 30 minutes I run for the half-naked child, in attempts to push it for a start in a diaper, and then already in other pieces of outerwear.

I remember the first steps of the daughter Distinctly. It played nearby, and then just rose and went. Here so just rose and reached a sofa! I even understood not at once what occurred. Just something became not as was. When she repeated the way back to a toy I, at last understood that occurred “not so“!

the Daughter went! It were timid, first shy steps, but... I cannot find words to describe the feelings. And already the madcap runs so what not to catch up!

the Swing and a sandbox - the great invention of mankind!

Though here the features are if a swing has to just be swung, looking behind that the kid strong kept, then a sandbox it something! Here - that an eye yes of eyes! Sand - very interesting and unknown substance and, naturally, it needs to be tasted, thrown up, to fill not only in a bucket, but also boots. What cannot only be made with sand!

Forward, home! To be washed from ubiquitous sand and to have dinner! About a lunch, I think, you should not be told. Repetition of a breakfast and dream!

Me was lucky

. The baby sleeps in the afternoon. Also sleeps on two - three, and sometimes and four hours! Here such Sleeping Beauty got.

I Will tell

honestly, this my most favourite time of day! Oh, how many it is possible to manage to make during this time! Earlier I even did not suspect that in three hours is possible: to have a rest, take a shower, to rake a little in rooms, to wash up all ware, to make a dinner on all family, to iron linen and to work on the global Internet! It appeared it is possible.

Here also there came evening, the long-awaited father came.

“Hey! Hey!“ - the small alarm clock began to wail, standing in the bed.

- the Daughter, why “Hey!“, tell “mother“.
- the Father! - also turns away with a business look.

new day Begins

. Still I do not know yet that it will bring to us. Whims from the appearing zubik, cones and bruises, or perhaps the new word or even the offer! But I know one precisely! So far watch these huge blue eyes while the sky is reflected in them at me, I will learn to be a mother!

“To Mami, mother. Piety! Piety!“ - calls my small happiness. New day begins...