BAR&ANKÁS BLOG

How does he hope this moment to feel it in your arms, inhale this smell of baby who so much captivates, these eyes that look at you without seeing, its first trills, its first steps, worrying that do not fall down, (and further on because it does not lie down), that rich pá to eat up them, why will not they remain always like that?.
but they get into debt in growing and in happening … ….no I know if to describe it like “incredible moments”.

This child one Sunday at 8:00 a.m. who enters the room of its parents,

with the ladle of the soup in rest and suddenly pin_ pun, walk a pair of slaps falls down with the ladle and this father who does not know where they are coming to him, until it sees to its adorable shoot with the threatening ladle in its hand, and he says to him, but fondness that you do? to which its charming son answers, I want breakfast.

You get up and prepare it for him to the moment think uysss, that quiet it is, you are looking for it and you it are on top the raised furniture which tarzan and it even is not a noon.
the mealtime comes and with all in the table you call it “Hugo sky to be eaten” and this sky that the kitchen-maid appears with the blunt end (of course full of water) and which bishop starts blessing all. diosssssss, that I do do I it put above the table with an apple in the mouth and we eat up it?..

But any situation is capable of deteriorating.

All having an afternoon nap and in this that for the leaf stalk of the eye you see that suddenly they are eliminating your plants, those that you speak to them, you water and take care with so much of care. He is Hugo doing flowerpot throwing to everything what it dares to spend for below.
Less evil that tomorrow is a Monday and finally it has nursery school, of course they want to open the door to us.

Of children you would eat up them and of major you regret without having done it.

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