Ramiro update
My son is a miracle child, what else? He now has 16 teeth and I'm glad to have the worst behind me (knock on wood please all times!). His hair grows like a weed and has curls! He has size 25 shoe and is a real giant!
He now says: Yes! No! Soap (which of course means shit, where he was the only herhat?). Car. Bus. Mama. Papa. Meau (with the i hitch yet). Uma (grandma). Eena (cousin Verena). (Representing light) off. Antsiehn (in that order!) There! Srund (we do not know exactly ...)! Oh-Oh! And again and again: NO!
He has just once again a Rotzattacke and I fear he may not be the son of my colleague, who comes to well to research. Perhaps he is today just stupid rotzbedingt it.
Now we go to gymnastics and the children he finds quite tol! because he can really let off steam, and other times when children are quite many. I'm still thinking to go with him to music school, but that would be almost back leisure stress.
I'm doing fine so far. I am still waiting for an appointment in my clinic and that is probably nothing more this year. My brother is still not in Brazil, because the officials in the Ministry of Labour on strike, what a banana republic! Slowly he is frustrated right. Next weekend is over
Ramiro again for a long weekend with my parents and then here, Christmas is heralded. Manu and I have a to-do list that is stressful, but beautiful.
love Kaya: If you want to bring the system crashing down: of course I'm there! And I can still make very many friends mobile, the shit will find the system and want to change something! I love your anger and I know that feeling! If one could only rumwühlen man in the head ... there is still too much a matter of mind ... but as I have too many thoughts on when the court would find that here, especially since my little man awake is the same.
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