3 months are not many, especially if your daughter, '"a girl from the manual", who falls asleep and wakes up with you later. I am not so if the first thing he does when he wakes up in the morning, after nine hours of sleep without stopping to eat, and 'a series of smiles. They are just a few if it is so quiet and orderly in his routine that you can bring it to an exhibition of Hopper at the Royal Palace or to a jazz concert in Brianza. 3 months if they fly away when you take her out to dinner (yes, I know ... you will not be as not just want to crawl out on Saturday evening guided walks etc etc . S i know "you'll see 'll see." I see I see I see).
3 months is often, when I think of the little things that he learned and did, when I think of when they still did not smile or speak / mewed, and now even, sometimes shouting to call the father - no mother no, with she screams. If I think of when I asked "but will see up here?" Now, I looked after him, is glad they are protesting in front and if I give away, acknowledges that his comfort and 'the place where it is absolutely happy and if the TV is on the watch. 3 months is a long time as an entire school year when I am alone fiddle while trying to grab the red or the hippopotamus leoncione yellow, or when he watches the other children curious.
3 months are surely enough to convince me that dad and be 'extraordinary but not' the most extra-ordinary, now I feel like a daddy always, when I drive when I work, when I talk with friends or with my grandparents who are now in short and 'some' as if at some point of the holiday you realize that the vacancy may not continue and must come home.
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