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If only my girl smiled …

Here and my baby - Anfisa woke up. Today it has a good mood, she smiles and attentively considers the room. I approach it, I bend, and it, having learned, again smiles, trying to slopotat, probably: “Good morning, mother!“ Further we wash. I run in a bathroom until it is occupied with examining of the room. Then we change clothes and we begin to play. There is an awful wish to creep, but so far it is impossible therefore Anfisa begins to be capricious. Toys cause interest, but so far from us it turns out to take a rattle in a hand only. And that with the mother`s help. But to hold it is already achievement. Further the baby begins to eat, falls asleep on hands. I look at it... Still it is not believed that it is! She smiles in a dream, can even begin to cry. I hold on hands, I feel each breath, each movement...

Well, here we also woke up. Aha, the sun, so is time to follow a window babble - babble. We begin to gather, but as business reaches a headdress - the hysterics begins, anything can be put on it, but only not a cap. With tears we go outside, I begin to tell about birdies, about kitties, I show florets, trees, but everything is useless - the foolish cap haunts us. Here so, having taken several detours around the house, my daughter falls asleep. We lay down in our “car“ - a carriage and we walk. On the street Anfisa long, but only when a carriage in the movement therefore hour of 3 foot walks have an effect sleeps...

Well, here and evening. We are capricious a little, we eat, we cry, we play and we prepare for a dream... It is very important to take a bath. The baby quietly plunges into water. Flops, gets out of hands - so terribly to drop. I turn on a tummy, and it, having felt a support under legs, begins to make a start from tray walls. It is amusing to observe its attempts “to walk“. Well, here massage for the night, rubbing by masliyets and a top - a top in a bed. Most of all I love when you put it near yourself, you begin to feed, and she looks to you in the face so faithfully and so attentively. Slowly begins to fill up, smiles in a dream... Probably, something dreams, and I look at it and I understand that for this smile I am ready to give everything on light if only my girl smiled. Sometimes I wake up at night and I listen as she breathes...