It 's been the birthday of ado ... the candles and there were thirteen! (Or anything candles, because she says that they are of little girl, but two splendid tiramisu with the number 13).
The party went well despite the thirteen and thirteen-year .... and I Papone relegated to the room to not disturb the party.
I was thinking that is so different to be the mother of the dwarves and be the mother of ado ..... I'm still the same, but the requests, the commitment and management is difficult diametrically opposite.
With adoption there is always something to discuss .... of any kind from world issues to the plate for hair.
His mood sometimes affects our whole day is good or bad.
his demands are getting bigger and requires more and more spaces to do it alone .... want to grow up fast ... and I need effort.
When your battuffolo all hugs and kisses becomes large, there are cuddles and kisses are rare if not stolen while she sleeps in the bed.
This way of being a mother, so full of words, arguments, misunderstandings , long faces and shrugs a little 'me suffer because I would always solve everything with a kiss or a sweet as ... once and instead are caught up in words and chases listen to me.
But then there are days when I see my puppy who speaks with an open heart and only wants to be pampered, and so my heart is filled joy ... because I know that the puppy will always be there, even if age, character, misunderstandings sometimes hide the .
For his birthday I gave her a beautiful book, which was actually my birthday card .. one day ... I've cried when I read it. However
wish my puppy woman .... and now begins to climb slowly up the steps towards maturity!
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