Little baby, thirteen months and one day, came to me alone. Somewhat worried, this half a day, will she cry? Will it be difficult to control? Thinking of the scene where she took the initiative to hand me a plastic bag on the day of the week, I believe that she will be very well-behaved.
The first day of coming to earth
I picked her up downstairs. Seeing me, she smiled brightly and at the same time held out her hands for me to hold. A good start is half the battle. I happily hugged her and told her to say goodbye to Grandma. She ignored her grandmother's greeting and followed my guidance to see the fragrant golden jasmine.
Golden jasmine is rare and climbs half the wall like a vine. That fragrance can definitely be felt outside the ten zhang. Little flowers one by one, like windmills. The baby's gaze followed my hand and looked over. I asked her to lean in and feel the aroma. She sniffed and smiled. I don't know what to laugh at.
Go upstairs and go home. Enter the door and drop her. She looked left and right and remembered. How long was the last time I came? Maybe the so-called "recall". But it's my opinion. She walked in reassuringly, but because she was familiar with me. I made a space beforehand, enough for her to move. Computers and desks, have been pushed into corners.
Baby is full moon
When her grandmother was parting, she told me not to talk to the baby, it was time for bed. As was her custom, I picked her up and woke her up. She ignored it and insisted on going east and west to see. Is she looking for something or is she trying to remember something? I followed her, and I followed suit. When you first arrive, you can't reverse the scales. It's trouble.
The living room looked, my bedroom looked, and neither attracted her to the point. Turn around and come out and walk to the bathroom. Remind her that there is a small threshold, beware. Although she did not reply verbally, she was visibly careful. Afraid of hitting her little head from the washbasin, I followed her one step at a time. She looked back at me, not at all strange, and continued to explore with great interest.
This time, she went into the kitchen. It was a pleasure to see the broad beans on the ground. Bending down, I picked up a bean and handed it to me. Nice, you can play games with her and peel beans. So she gave me one, I peeled one, and played with it for a few minutes. In the meantime, she had overhearing. I took the opportunity to grab a large handful and peel it.
Double full moon
She stopped giving it to me and grabbed the fava beans and sprinkled them. Pedal with your feet. It is estimated that such a game, never played, is too happy. After a few taps, an ass sat down directly at the broad beans. Just sit down. There are also diapers in the crotch pants, and that's okay. I asked her if she was comfortable? She laughed. Laugh happily. I pointed to the big oil jug next to it filled with water and said, I can sit on that one. It was a five-liter oil drum with a bucket of water to use to flush the toilet.
She watched me turn over the bucket and walk over to sit. I thought she would sit straight up. Unexpectedly, she turned her back and tried to go down, with the meaning of exploration. So clever! Once or twice, I quietly removed the bucket a little bit. She bent her legs and was stunned not to sit down. It wasn't until the little ass touched the bucket that he sat down. It turned out that the thirteen-month-old child already had these many thoughts in his head.
I walked to the living room with the peeled broad beans and wanted to peel a little bit of erdao ren. She followed me. I peeled it, and she reached out and grabbed it. Grasp with both hands together. Scratched full of force and scattered out. There are several grains of rice on the ground. Seeing that my expression did not change, I put my small hand in again. I said, pick up the ones on the ground before you can take them again. She was a little hesitant. I turned her body toward the beans on the ground. She understood what I meant and went over and picked up one and gave it to me.
Eight months of little beauty
That's great. I took it and clapped her little hand as a sign of encouragement. She went to pick up another pill, and we repeated the last action. After picking it up for the third time, she didn't want to. Reach straight into the rice basket and grab it. I insisted on stopping her hand and letting her go and continue picking. She snorted at me and grunted, expressing her displeasure, like her grandmother. His mouth seemed to be muttering. Is it a swearing or an accusation?
I ignored it and turned her body around again. She saw that I had no intention of retreating, so she had to pick it up. The right hand picked up a grain and wanted to give it to me, stood still and hesitated, and the left hand also went to pick up a grain. The work efficiency has doubled at once, which is remarkable.
From picking one grain at a time to picking two grains at the same time, her thinking and judgment have made a qualitative leap. I've read an article before to the effect that lazy people create all kinds of high technology. The reason is that in order to be lazy, it is necessary to find the highest efficiency, the lowest amount of labor. Such a search can be to shorten the time or to invent tools.
Catch the week
This little fart child of thirteen months and one day, in the process of repeating work two or three times in a row, found a trick to be lazy. Her little heart, estimating the beans that need to be picked up, making the decision to pick two grains at a time and implementing them, is not it an evolutionary process of human civilization?
The newborn child first came to the human world, just like the chaos after the "Pangu Open Heaven and Earth". As the eyes become clearer, the world becomes clearer and clearer. Learn, summarize, summarize, and put into action. Thirteen months, from confusion to now, she is improving and growing every day. Because of the good coordination of the movements, her understanding of the world is beautiful and fresh. Every day, everyone and everything makes her feel good.
Golden jasmine
The baby who loves to laugh is greatly encouraged by me. I put all the broad beans in front of her and told her, just play with them and don't throw them on the ground. She understood all my meanings. Her big sparkling eyes stated what was on her mind. She put down the beans she was peeling and went straight to the kitchen. Her interest is still in the shelled broad beans.
It's a place where you can sit and throw away that you don't need to pick.