When a pregnant, I say, before conception one has any plans for how you will raise your child. The infertile played here with advantage have years to plan the breeding, organize birthday and imagine all those deep conversations with the kids with their parents in the movies. When the boy is born, the expectations go down and reaches the point where one feels, not just satisfied, but satisfied with just the child is alive.
Man seems to be the paving of all races. When a dog is born, no one says the cub does not have to jump from the top of a ladder down, the dog senses that the unknown must approach with caution and approaches cautiously to the edge of the first step, it sniffs, leg affair, and if situation is conducive, to take momentum into the second. When a baby starts to crawl (today, in the case of Maxi) begins to generate environmental panic. "! Lady beware! Your child can: 1 .- thrown from inside the crib to the floor, 2 .- put my fingers in the plug (not yet imagine exactly how) 3 .- fingers hold a door or drawer, 4 entangled in a rope .-, 5 .- find any small object and forgotten and placed in the nose; 6 .- drowning under a rug; 7 .- pushing furniture and throw it up; 8 .- struck with the tips of the furniture or 9 .- everything above.
why there is a whole industry of plastic intended to sell caps for plugs, clips for the toilet cover, covers for furniture and round cables. As if that were not enough, there are many consulting firms, which will house one to tell you how bad you are doing as a mother, that is, tell you how your child can climb on a chair using his teddy as a step; of there, go crawling to the kitchen counter, opening a cabinet door in a hurry to empty whole bottle of whiskey old you were saving for a special occasion. Payment of fees succulent, they leave you a list of tasks, including, probably, cover the fireplace, illuminated by sunlight and shoot the cacti in the window.
My mother laughs at all that but I must say that at home we were very independent. I learned to read at three years and that same year I ran away from home to seek new horizons. I recently took an adventure and a neighbor found me laughing along the pedestrian walk, one block from my house and I returned to my parents.
But back to the topic at hand, I wonder if Maxi bind to the bedpost to fifteen, reading a manual for home life or to recruit a permanent security guard. Anyone is encouraged to give some advice?
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