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Friday, 9 August 2013
1 on babies and beds.
There is no feeling in the world that can better the happyness of the little baby rolling from anywhere in the bed-using its exploding wriggle movement , in order to launch his little belly against my own, throw his wee legs onto mine, and place one hand on my tummy, the other between my breasts, and cheek too, at which point he opens one eye to check im still there , than close it, and flash a tooth-free smile, uber content, before falling asleap. The mothers who at week one, trained their babies to sleep in a cot and are proud about their installation of good behavour, - simpley have missed out. And people whp preech this put the baby in the cot -teach the baby manners, haven't a clue. becouse the joy is re lived each time baby repeats the motion.
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