Why So Many She-males From Brazil

terrible neighbors or guardian angel? Secondary illiteracy

On Saturday morning, as they stood in Tusia very good mood, and quickly got mad at something and we started to cry. Holding her in my arms I heard a knock at the door. Tom opened. She entered a neighbor who lives above us. Girl a little younger than us. And tells us that Martusia crying so badly and often, the neighbors are zmawiali to give us welfare.
Zdębiałam.
- As if it pour? - I asked. - But I can not give in, just to keep from crying. Let them give us care. After all, child hurt is not happening.
did not want to tell us who exactly is speaking. She's gone.

Then we began to wonder. I always seemed to us that we live in such a nice block! We like very much to all, and here a knife in the back. We thought of this terrible act that media do to people water from the brain, that everyone seems to have been crying interpret angulation of the child. And we think that we live with people so well that they should come to us first, talk, see, and maybe ask them if they need help. And these thoughts of persecution: who is it? Who is it?

Because if the point is that the child does not cry? So what, I'm not going to work because she does not want the morning to get up (= crying)? I did not sleep at night because she does not want to go to sleep? I let her teeth fell out because he did not want to wash them? He has run around naked or in his pajamas all day, I do not want to wear? I leave it at home because she does not want to set up the boot? I try to avoid cries, often show their creativity, but not always successful. Sometimes I succumb, I do not want to cry, but it only reinforces the Little in the belief that they will cry louder, the more likely that mom will.

Then I started to wonder myself. Or maybe it's not just about crying Martusia? But there is no secret that we argue, and I have hundereds loud voice (though Martha after someone wearing that:) Agata we can not say that it's about it (because they were ashamed or did not want to be not nice)?

I started thinking that it might warn - There is more of yourselves! I'm trying to take it to heart!
Maybe it was a caring guardian angel?

Stomach Virus Early Period

written

Once I liked to write. I have written so. essays, I wrote letters, I wrote my diary. But over time my "work" decreased. More recent work is my thesis. The desire was to write this blog too. But it turned out that I lack the time, especially when there is Martusia.
Recently I was asked to write two certificates. Zapałało my heart, but the emptiness in my head. These feelings, experiences, experience which I can not put on paper. I realized that I can afford only to comments on facebook and that as nieczytającym threatens secondary illiteracy, I was so caught up in writing. I totally forgot how to spell. Hence the effort to remember how to do it, so can start writing again. The more that I see that so many things and issues escapes me.
example, that my daughter she finally and quite suddenly speak. Long to spin, she said little, but every day more and more, until suddenly he just started talking! And I'm delighted. I experience this incredibly. Watching something I had no idea. My child is able to because some logic.
transforms all the verbs in the same way:
-I know, I eat, I wait, run, jump, want to let, etc. lecem
Similarly, when the plural form:
- eye - oki; hand - the hand
And better yet, if it creates genitive
- mommy babusi, daddy, dziadziusi.

All this is both charming and phenomenal, because it shows some processes that occur in the child, about which I had no idea.

why we write these observations. I decide what I was:)