Tell the child: Dad will feed you grapes, and Mom will put the bath water.
Tell her father: feed Dada grapes, and I'll give her bath water.
Both sides nodded in agreement. I went to the bathroom and turned on the tap. Someone gave a cry.
I think, fell down? It's okay. Dad should be able to handle it.
Who knows, the cry is getting louder and louder, like a loud military song, mixed with her father's desperate cry: "Why are you crying?" "Why are you crying?" "You are talking!"
The two men began to sing.
Alas, put down the shower and have a look!
Let the child sit on her lap and circle her back with her hands, and the crying gradually stops.
Seeing her emotional stability, I asked, "Baby, look into mom's eyes and tell me, why are you crying?"
Hearing this, the child stopped sobbing again.
"Ah, you promised your mother to have a good communication. Tell me, why are you crying? "
"I miss my mother ..." The child struggled to open his mouth, and there seemed to be various grievances between ups and downs.
His father's angry body opened his eyes: "What do you think? You just thought for a second? " ! "
When the father is angry and the child is crying, both sides should always comfort him. It's hard to be an old maid.
I had to pat the child on the back: "Baby, don't bully dad in the future, okay?" He's just a kid. "
When the child was well, she turned to do ideological work with her father:
You said that one day after I got off work, she looked good at home and was very happy.
She left for a second when she came back, and she was very wronged. Isn't that gesture "I'm crying for you, mom, come and spoil me!" " "
When I didn't come back, she hid a lot of tears in her heart and didn't spill them. She is very mature and steady.
So cry, make fun, don't touch the principle, just hug, you two can understand each other.
In fact, when she was little Mao Mao, she especially liked crying.
Cry out of life because of love.
Late one night, a man struggled to finish feeding and change his diaper. The baby is still crying and insists on sleeping.
Hug, I feel like I'm losing my baby. I really can't hold it anymore.
In desperation, I simply put her in the crib. "I want to see you cry today!" "
Then he closed the door and went out.
In fact, where dare to sleep, always hiding in the door to listen to her cry, who knows that she is a thin, but crying vigorously and unstoppable.
When you are tired, take a break, catch your breath and cry again. That tenacious, firm person who feels ideal and confident. ...
Fifteen minutes passed, and after a year, my hair turned white.
Forget it, forget it, I lost.
Because I have been holding it with my right hand, sometimes I have to hold it up and down the stairs to fall asleep, so it is difficult to walk on my right knee for a while.
It often happens now that the meniscus can't stand the pressure and rupture.
In fact, 1 two months old, she has walked very steadily.
Your feet, your hands, your mouth, all belong to you, all work for you, don't use others'! Don't let others walk for you, do it for you and speak for you, understand? "
She seems to understand.
I'm fine most of the time, and I'm most upset when I just get up and doze off.
Brush your teeth and hold it-
One day, I went to brush my teeth before going to bed, and I had to carry her from the living room to the bathroom. I hugged her three times, too, and every time I cried and cried that I was wrong. I went back to the living room and hugged her again.
Get dressed, take them-
"How to dress? Your mother is not an acrobat! "
I'm as angry as steamed prawns smoking on my head.
Because of my confinement, it can be said that it is very scary and terrible for her.
It's just because there are old people, so I often can't.
Therefore, I usually only use the cold treatment method of "staring+turning away".
Moreover, taking care of children, to be honest, is really a mountain high.
If you don't go to kindergarten, you'll never know how cute and cute your baby is-
There is a child in Dada's early education class. However, he is two months older than Dada.
Every time my grandmother takes me to class, she says it's a class, but she doesn't have a good class. She either eats or cries.
Crying and jumping into grandma's arms, crying, mom, mom.
But I have never met his mother or even his father.
It is said that his mother works in a hospital in another city and won't come back until the weekend. His father is in business, leaving early and returning late.
I didn't like him at one time. Because of his existence, Dada can't concentrate on class.
But surprisingly, both he and grandma like Dada very much.
Every time he goes to class, his grandmother always greets excitedly: "Sister Dada is here. Come, do you want to sit together? "
Look at Dada's sister, how well she introduces herself. "
He also said to himself that Dada's sister said it well.
Once after Dada introduced himself, he raised his hand and took the microphone. This is the first time.
Who knows, he took the microphone and said, "My name is Dada. I am two years old and ten months old. I am a girl. "
Everyone burst into laughter and he knew he was embarrassed. He blushed and got into grandma's arms in shame, and never had a good class again.
Crying and crying, grandma had no choice but to carry him back.
After this incident, I always feel that the child is a little pitiful, and his grandmother is really hard.
And his parents, it's not easy to have them.
On another occasion, Dada sat next to a younger sister who was a little older than her, wearing two thin braids and looking very delicate.
But his face has no luster.
She lay face down on the table, motionless, with no family behind her.
The teacher racked her brains to mobilize her, but people ignored her and kept a posture until the end.
In the lively classroom, it is also a strange and cold figure.
Sometimes, I think, I am now the head teacher of the university, and I often chat with students. Many bad children always have some marks branded by their parents.
I can't bear to criticize my children, but how can I criticize my parents?
Therefore, children are usually a little busy and sad.
Bear with it.
Think about what the book says. After the child is eleven years old, the most reliable and important person in her heart is no longer her parents, but her friends. When she came of age,
And her lover, waiting to take over.
So, now she calls her mother a hundred times a day, so what is bothering her?
She just wants to kiss, hug and hold high. What's so boring?
You know, the first word she learned to shout was mom, the first word she learned to recognize was mom, and the first song she learned to sing was My Good Mom.
"Mom, you see, there are many' Mom' written on this page. What book is this? "
"This book is called I Love Mom."