Starting work tomorrow, I took a full five weeks off.

The baby sticks to me super well.

After a while, I couldn't see it, "Mom come, Mom come" and beckoned, the tone seemed to complain, and the word "come over" was not soft. He also shook his body up and down.

I am two years old today, and I don't have a birthday this year. Because you can't buy anything when it's sealed during the lunar calendar. Someone said happy birthday, and the solar calendar can't be celebrated. I feel a little sorry for the baby. After all, he was sensible, and this experience was not given to him. In fact, I was also entangled in the solar calendar or the lunar calendar. Blame me.

My son is already able to communicate normally. Fulfilled the conditions that his father said he could go to travel.

The epidemic has been repeated by our family of three. There are kids downstairs going out. The three-year pandemic is finally coming to an end. There will be no such opportunity to stay at home in the future. His father and I are both good people, both love children, and are kind, but we don't like each other. I don't take it seriously when he hates me. Feelings are like this, it's plain, just be good.

My son likes me so much, I can feel it. Will hold my face. Will rub his nose with me. I chop vegetables, and he will say next to him: qiqi likes mother.

When speaking long sentences, the language is slowly organized.

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