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Baby diary

Time: 2013-10-26 Source: Reprinted Edit: Silently read: Times

I was on TV the first day I was born. My father and mother were particularly excited. When I was still in my mother's belly for five months, my father and mother thought of my name, Jiang Haozhe.

My mother was very strong, she had major bleeding during the operation, and she had a lot of blood on her. But more praise, all said that my mother gave birth to a beautiful guy, I have three dimples, two small mouth corners, one big face. My father said that he inherited the big one, and my mother said that she inherited the small one. Our family has dimples.

My father and mother both said that I was weird, and I didn't cry. I cried especially loudly when I had a bowel movement. With grandma's words, it is full of vibes. Every time you cry you have a stool. Hehe! The doctor said that the baby had to sleep twenty hours a day in the first week. I must have been full. I was sleeping day and night. We went home on the ninth day, and I haven't seen my home yet. Sleep in the hospital after birth. My mother dressed me neatly and tightly wrapped. My mother's weak body could not speak loudly. Lying in my grandmother's arms, I didn't wake up awake, with no interest in the outside world. When I got home, I suddenly opened my eyes and stuck my tongue out. Mom said, am I happy?

It is indeed strange that after I got home, it took me a long time to open my eyes. Sometimes my dad's colleague came to give me a gift, and I opened my eyes to look at the pretty aunt. My mother and I both woke up at four in the afternoon at the same time. My mother changed my diaper and then fed me milk. At this time I was full and still open my eyes. Because it's almost five o'clock, Dad is going to work, and I have to wait for Dad to come back. So at this time, my mother would be happy to chat with me, read my baby diary, and let me hear the growth stories of other children.

Because I saw a lot of relatives and friends a few days ago. Grandma took me downstairs to show them. I stayed too long, and when my grandma changed my diaper, my feet were not covered. When my mother changed my diaper, I found that my feet only had the outermost group Wrapped and very iced. Mom worried about death. Sure enough, in the afternoon, I found that my nose was blocked and I caught a cold. My mother's eyes have become more worried these days. Turn around me ~ Pissing? Thirsty? Pulled? Hot? Cold? ... Mom is afraid of my fever and often stuffs me with an iced thing. She said it was a thermometer. It licked my skin like a tongue, but I accepted it. After I warmed it in the armpit, my mother began to look at the scale above. She looks lovely with a thermometer.

My mother got a call from an aunt tonight. I heard that using mother's milk and spring onion to cure colds works well. Mom seemed to see hope, and I finally saw her beautiful smile.

Two days ago Dad was complaining that I didn't write him, he was jealous. Ha ha! Father and mother have very similar personalities. In the case of grandma, they are two little children. However, Mom and Dad disagree. They say that they know how to be happy, so they often laugh at home.

Dad is a very careful person. He knows what mom wants and needs. When my mother gave birth to me, my grandma said that he was tense and tense in the operating room, always looking at the time ... When the mother was in the operating room the most painful was the first time to think of dad ... I admire my father's ability to change diapers faster than the doctor, and he wraps me comfortably. But sometimes I have to cry. I ’m not disobedient. I ’m also jealous. When I heard that my mother was crying a lot of times, my father would hold her hand and chat with her. If my grandma was n’t there, I would cry. Both father and mother said that I was clever, and knew that no one would cry with me. It was indeed strange. I did n’t cry when my father came, but my mother was in pain. Dad just hugged me to mom's bed. In the nine days in the hospital, I often heard doctors praise his father and said that he was a good dad. I very much agree with this, because during the nine days in the hospital, my father never left the hospital.

When I got home, my dad was going to work, but the first thing I do every day at noon and afternoon is to kiss me and kiss my mother. More than an hour of rest at noon will allow my mother to rest, and my father takes care of me. Dad and mom are very cute. Every time my dad kisses me, my mom is not allowed to kiss, otherwise my dad is called. Otherwise, two people are arguing to kiss me, head to head to see who comes first ... Grandma often watches beside us as a mess. She was laughing, a gratifying smile.

Dad sings a song to me every day. He made it up. But I like the lyrics, "Hao Hao is so smart, Hao Hao is so cute ..." Maybe I am really cute. Hehe! I listen to them every day and say I'm good.

I'm going to sleep and snoring, my mother said it was a genetic father.

My son must have inherited me. Ha ha! But why is it inherited from mother to good, inherited from me bad? Dad often said so. At this time, the mother is proud, "It is better to inherit my appearance and skin, otherwise it is as miserable as you?

I feel my importance. Because my parents talk about almost every day, we are a happy family.

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