... here I am. On a cold October morning, with Superbaby who returned to the nest and Dr. Ross away on business, I can finally write. But
port cargo, Fazio would like to Montalbano.
Meanwhile, as you can see, I changed the layout of the blog. For some 'I want to do it and this morning I skipped the crib right: I started Spippola between bloggers and the options I found this background, I like. Lightness, freshness, even a little 'spring, at a time when I feel oppressed the idea of \u200b\u200bcold, dark, the cold season ahead. I always happens at this time: when I begin to realize that summer time is gone, it will be dark at 17 if all goes well, the evening strolls with SB will remain a dead letter for some months, I began to feel vague signs of mild depression . I must say though, that once past November, the month that I fear most, I recover promptly, perhaps supported by adrenaline of Christmas shopping.
Now the important things are destroyed. Tired tired. Tired of sleep (it's account of this first year of Living Dangerously) and muscles, for all races after my baby wonderfully active, talkative, crawling like a rocket and wants to touch, eat, throw everything that happens to hand. I must definitely arrange to relax a little, 'but when I do not want to let the grandparents, because with the beginning of the nest prefer to keep as much as possible with us. Not to mention that now, because of work until January will not see his father for three days a week. Anyway: the nest as a whole, it went well. The first week, with the gradual insertion, was successfully passed: SB was immediately launched to explore the large room full of toys and safe, rock out and immediately acquiring the teachers. Despite the excitement I confess that I felt really proud of its autonomy, its just wanting to get on the floor of his play, wander, chat addressing only the occasional glance as a request for approval. Well, all right. Too bad that it came a brutal cough, derived from the cold that he had for his birthday and that, in my opinion for charity, the pediatrician, which we did visit on Thursday, underestimated. The result was that after a weekend of whooping cough a replacement of the doctor found him with a hiss and bronchi inflamed throat and ears: therefore, two days a week of antibiotics and cortisone. With tremendous inca ** ature of myself, so I'm seriously thinking about changing pediatrician, with whom, frankly, is not so much that I have ever found. Today, however, SB port from my homeopath, a very good doctor that I have solved a number of disorders chronic, to see if you can do something in terms of prevention, such as Oscillococcinum or any aerosol. Since yesterday
fortunately my child is returned to the nest, he made two hours, went to fetch her grandmother, and have lunch tomorrow asylum and I will take him around 12:30. We'll see, I try to pay close attention to his reactions.
Last but not least, I would like to apologize to all of you friends for my absence: not only are able to update the blog, but I have rarely had the energy to post your comment. I always read them though. And I was amused, moved and touched as always. Thanks for everything, I like to feel close.
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