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when you grow up. Fathers

We're getting older. A bit 'all.

Paul now says every day at least three or four new words, try and talk improbable compared to Flippo, seems to have 10 years. Just 5 minutes ago Among the message to me that Paul did for the first time the yellow pee in the potty. And then reverse it all on the floor of course. Philip
he grows. Exact words of the pediatrician: "grows like a pig ...". But someone has got to be ... But he continues to make progress, as if sometimes we do not realize or take for granted because they've seen.
But I like to devote some spare time (very clipping ...) to be near surprise to him and begins to guardarmio and follow me. Recently began to do the offended if you go too fast.
E 'growing faster than the winter: the white jumpsuit Eskimo that we bought just born hours did not suit him best, and winter is not over yet. Every time he puts it in danger of seriously smash an arm or shoulder. DEMENTED LADY
Parents would say our first pediatrician.
Parents. Exactly.
We grow too. Perhaps it would be better to say we get older. Especially me .... My wife is still a rose ... of course (I: Act I).

Last night we were at the meeting of the nursery where you might send to September Paul.
They made us sit on chairs for children in their classroom. 30 parents clumsy and awkward.
They showed us a video of a typical day and I had a Magone, a deep melancholy. Not so much to go to kindergarten ...
At one point clicks the time sleeping after lunch, or what should have been an attempt at having the kids that were around (for consoling ourselves). A cold sun shone through them between the taxes of the window was a beautiful sunny and clear. Askew. I got the Magone because usually I see that sun in the office (if it fits ...) and almost never when I'm falling asleep. Then I
becomes a bit 'anxiety when they started to tell of what they do or should parents do asylum: the pizza, clowns, drama, festivals and so on.
I do not want to do the funny guy daddy asylum.
Or rather I think I'm not ready yet. I do not want to grow so much!
I was strange to think Paul out of the house, as when he goes to kindergarten for all children. Finally begin his life out of the nest that was our home. Start school (and for many years !?!?!?). And then
wheel also FilippAngelo.
and became great.
too.

PS 1: When you grow is a title of a song by Edoardo Bennato (Listen on YouTube)
PS 2: Publish a bit 'latest photos of