The little cotton jacket was sent by Heaven to repay the favor? Is there a little cotton jacket that can be ten years younger? But Heaven sent me a revenge-seeker, ah no, it was sent by a monkey!
How much does a four-and-a-half-year-old military coat leak? I was glad that my military coat was more intimate than someone else's little cotton jacket, but it turned out that the divine horse was all floating clouds, and it was all the imagination of the old mother.
I still remember the mother-to-be in the same ward as me, her belly was big and round, and people around me said that she was a daughter in this fetus, and she couldn't run, my pregnant belly was similar to her, and the older generation of people also said so.
Originally, the two of us were still in the ward looking forward to the arrival of the little cotton jacket, letting them worship the sisters, imagining the caring and lovely appearance of the children when they grew up.
This mother had a baby a year earlier than me, and I now remember the "desperate" look on her face when she returned to the ward with her son.
Oh, despair is a normal reaction for her, after all, she has already given birth to two sons, will want three children entirely to have a daughter, have a caring liver baby, only to choose to have another one, but this time it is a son again.
When I felt sympathy for her, the next day I really understood the phrase "who the heavens spared", because I was a caesarean section, and the first reaction I knew was that it was my son also asked the doctor:
"Are you sure I gave birth to a son?" Isn't it really a daughter? Don't tease me, they all say it's a daughter."
"How can we possibly make fun of such a thing? It's a cute and loving male doll."
This news was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day to me, I took a few pages full of girls' names, prepared a dozen sets of girls' clothes, and as a result, I was born with a handle, and the mood at that time could not be calm for a long time.
But before he was two years old, I felt that I was still very lucky, he was very caring, very sensible, very obedient, only my orders were obedient, so that I felt "Hey, yes, my son can also be used as a sweet little cotton jacket"
To this day, I don't know how young the idea was!
I vaguely remember someone told me that raising a son is no different from scraping the lottery, nervous before the lottery, lucky can be safe with each other after the lottery, unlucky minutes can put the son into the stomach back to the furnace to rebuild, now I really believe in this evil!
Xin Xin can talk relatively early, and in the early days I was very happy to communicate with him, joke with him, and slowly answer his questions.
But who the hell told him that I would answer him, "Mom, the bracelet on your hand is so beautiful, when can you give it to me?" Will you die? Can you give me a bracelet when you die? "This kind of problem that makes my blood pressure soar by 250?
No, no, no, this is nothing, I feel that I am now an ancestor, I can't afford to offend, I can't hide.
I told him to eat, and he said unless you show me TV, okay, just watch it, and I'll be thankful if you can finish eating quickly.
As a result, people either follow Peppa Pig to step on the mud pit, or follow the bear big bear two chase the bald head strong, what is the meal? I do not know.
If you are lucky, maybe you can let him eat half a bowl of rice in half an hour, if you are unlucky, half an hour has passed, the rice in your mouth is still not moving, this monkey sent by the immortal, it is really a bit of a grinding Ha!
Okay, don't listen to me when you eat, it's always okay to go out and play, right? But I still believed in my son too much.
As soon as you go out, people are like wild horses that have lost their reins, pulling small hands across the zebra crossing? Non-existent, where steep where to go, where there are slopes to go, where to go remote to go where... Even if you go by yourself, you will pull me along.
I'm not going? Okay, sitting on the ground, crying that I'm sorry for him, I didn't walk with him, people who don't know think I'm kidnaping children!
It was hard to get to the destination, he got up on a whim to hide and seek, hide here and there, jump around, I suspect that he was not sent by the monkey, but the real body of the monkey!
Either climb to a high place where I look scared, or hide in a small place where I can't put one foot in, tell him to come out and still be there to shout to you, "Can't you come in?" ”
It's not that I can only write and don't know martial arts, if it weren't for the fact that he was biological, I would really hate to drag him out and hang him up and fight.
I was also a gentle little girl before I gave birth to him, now? gentle? I couldn't bear to talk to him for three words without the lion roar, and I felt that my temper had narrowed a lot.
At home let him help with a bucket to dry clothes, do you know how people do it? I said it four or five times and asked, "Mom, what are you talking about?" Louder can't be heard."
It was hard to hear it, and then came another sentence "Mom, why do you want to take a bucket to dry clothes?" Pots and pans can't do it? Can't a bag? Aren't hangers used to dry clothes? ”
After a while, I did get something that fit my clothes, but can you imagine me seeing the red vegetable basket burning? It's really good, this son can be treated, you tell him to work he is really doing!
So since you can't count on him for anything, you can always sleep, right? Xin xin, who fell asleep before nine o'clock before the age of two and a half, can't change his habits because he grew up, right?
Ah no! I really changed, before going to bed, I had to give him a psychological counseling, for fear that the reason for making up was not attractive enough, and people would not go to sleep.
For example, "To sleep, monsters like to catch babies who sleep very late", "If you want to sleep early, you can get up early, tomorrow your father can take you to Yiyuan to feed the fish" "Other children sleep early and are smart, do you want to be smart?" ”......
The result is obvious, how can the obedient little milk dog disobey his wife? Full of promises to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
But turning off the lights is another look, either "Mom, you tell me a story" or "Mom, I'm thirsty and want to drink water" Or "Mom, can I go to the next pee first?" ”......
It seems that he always has a thousand reasons for you to get up from the warm quilt to turn on the lights, come back to warm the quilt, turn on the lights again... Half an hour passed, and instead of falling asleep, I felt like I was about to take off.
OMG! What crime did I commit in my previous life, sending a cursed invisible thing to torture me, can I have a quiet day like others have a daughter?
In this world, it is true that the adopted daughter is quiet, and if the adopted son does not die of anger, if one day, he can understand the temper of the old mother brought out by him, I will burn incense and worship the Buddha.
I can only sigh: Son! When did you get started? The old mother is really too difficult!
——Quotes from Xin Mama who has been holding back for two and a half years (If the adopted son is a scratch lottery, can you always scratch a thank you for patronizing to tease me, I also want to win the jackpot!) ）