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Eloi, Rose-Alice and whims

There were people at Mass on Sunday. The house was packed. But even if there were lots of friends and family members at home is especially Eloi and Rose-Alice that most pairs of eyes present were cracked.

Eloi is my godson eleven months. Rose-Alice, is the poupoune 13 months of my friend Élise.Difficile to compete with them to attract attention, even with my huge terrestrial globe I hide under my shirt.

With their eyes bewitching, cute smiles, their little faces that would melt any ice in Greenland, the duo Eloi-Rose-Alice has not gone unnoticed during her stay in my living room.

And that's not the crying spells or because they have destroyed everything in their path that we had our barniques continually pointed toward them.

Pentoute. It was quite the opposite!

Even Amelia did not return. "But they are nice bin. They smile all the time!"

is true that they are these cute chicks. I never heard them cry. Never. Never. Since their birth they are happy these kids.

It has always a smile in the face of scotchtapé these babies then, this is not confusing. Always ready to show us their dentures two baby teeth and reach out to all those who want a hug.

short, they are irresistible. If we could buy at the store like it would be two models that would rage.

And Amelie who kept saying they were adorable. Is that the referents of the girlfriend in babies can be summarized in infants who howl at the slightest provocation. Who refuse to sleep night. Who spend their time under the skirts of their mother.

I told him my theory therefore subject to five pennies.

"Eloi, Alice and Rose are two good examples that we should meet the needs of a baby. If he cries, then there is a problem to solve. And their parents have always been there when their their offspring meant that it was wrong. As these babies know that Mom or Dad are never far away, they are a confident bunch. "

"Yeah ... but the caprice?"

The vagaries ... I hate that word. It's ugly and mostly useless.

"A baby, it does not whim. It's too stupid to have one. If he cries, is there something wrong, which is wrong. He's hungry. It was cold. His coat is full. He is thirsty. It was hot. It is sad. "

Others are involved in the conversation when I said that a baby crying could be sad and he had a right to want to take refuge in the arms of his mother. What should not be ruined and it was a good start to the whims.

There, I jumped. Who decided that one day a baby is sad is not entitled to be consoled? What this need was less important than being fed? It not a little ridiculous as analysis? OK baby, mom is there to feed you, but otherwise, arrange yourself with your troubles. With three months of your life, you're supposed to be able to fend for yourself? Huh?

Our generation is in full confrontation with that of our parents left us weeping between feedings because it was the four hours he had to give a bottle. My father does not care even of my mouth because I Filou breastfed for almost a year, a time he thought the Olympics. I was often judged because I slept with my children when they were tiny. I have often said that I give to my bad habits girls because they were often in my arms.

Is what my children are finicky now? Pentoute. On the contrary! They rush through life with confidence and trust. No crisis if they have to sleep elsewhere. No fears when they find themselves in a new situation.

And Rose-Eloi and Alice are two other proofs of my theory psycho-candy. I do hear you more say that word, Amelia. The vagaries in the trash!

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