I was browsing through the news via yahoo.ph when I came across an article over parents killing their children just because they want them out of the way to remarry again or find another partner, or basically because they did not know what to do anymore with their lives.
http://ph.she.yahoo.com/photos/mothers-who-killed-their-children-1364552104-slideshow/diane-downs-photo–1241150606.html
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Every Tuesday now, I think until June this year (, I would be sleeping with my Oma and my Opa. My Mama has to attend school for her Dutch lessons every Tuesdays and Thursdays. I know, because Papa is always reminding Mama and I that she is doing this, regardless the already busy schedules of our family, for me. I will grow up speaking Dutch most of the time, we are surrounded by Dutch people. Almost everything will be in this language. My Mama doesn’t want to be left out.
I am happy that she is doing this for me, for Papa and for herself.)
Mama said that she had been waking up almost every dawn for 3 weeks now because I just suddenly cry. She said I cry out loud not because I am hungry or in pain, (except of course if I am really in pain) but because I am cold.
Very cold.
My Papa is smart enough to take some photos of me in action with my knuffel.
Mama said that she had been waking up almost every dawn to move me back to my proper space in bed. I just cry suddenly at night not because I am hungry or I feel pain, (except of course if I really feel pain) but because I am cold.
Very cold.
My Papa was very smart to take some photos of me and my knuffel while I continue sleeping.
I have had to search the internet for this list of books. I did this survey from a friend’s facebook some two (2) years ago. Let us see.
Who’s first? (Bolded books read, italized books not completed).
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I think this is a good idea to document my growth. Or let us put it in my Mamas words – a terrific idea.
My mama thinks that there are just too many and too much happenings in my life that needed to be written down. To be logged. To be remembered.
When I am all grown-up, and can finally read and understand, I will go all the way back to this day that my mama is typing this very first post in my blog. It is now 02:28 PM on 25/03/2013. I think I am at the creche in Klein Duimpje sleeping again. :p
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I woke up at 8am on the morning of March 24 expecting the transluscent rays of the sun, but instead, I saw this –
Blizzard 1
