You're less than eight months old.
It's too hard to ask you at night.
Because you don't have the teeth to express.
I'm obviously bullying you.
You call Mom and Dad in a cute voice.
But it is hard for me to be for you.
Mashed bananas are prepared for you.
* There are always some distressing memories when I look at them.
Too much like something that came out of somewhere.
You symbolically gave me a few bites and avoided it.
It was supposed to be breast milk, but my mother didn't have it.
Energy is also in short supply.
You can only turn to the refrigerator for frozen milk.
But I don't know if the 98 degree water is right, or the refrigerator is not completely thawed.
Or you just don't like it.
Still not hungry to the extreme.
If you don't drink a little, you can't do it.
The pacifier that is delivered to the mouth is symbolic and has no idea.
It's still hard to get into your mouth when you swing left and right.
I asked myself if you think you want to eat cauliflower, and you think the rice is too greasy because it's too repetitive.
Let's change the breed, otherwise his speechless pain will be even worse.
Why not use fruit puree.
The little mud at home immediately became a lifesaver.
But the above does not enter into your eyes.
It's too cold to shake the nest a few times to pull you up.
Feel as free as pulling a monkey.
But you're too small.
Worried about catching a cold and having nowhere to call for help.
Your language is hard to understand.
I still can't understand the baby after reading books in several languages.
After listening to the Douyin master's sharing, I still don't know what I heard.
Notes are still the most reliable.
I said baby, don't cry when Dad gives you rice cereal.
Your obedience makes people feel distressed.
But he didn't make a sound.
You get the idea. Just don't say it.
I thought you'd eat it.
You silently pushed away.
I think I'm a little crazy.
No. That's it**.
Experienced breast milk and frozen milk.
I walked past the fruit puree and rice cereal.
It's not what you want.
What do you want. Can't I change it?
It's like a bitter wait.
It's two o'clock in the morning.
It's too late to savor.
Immediately enter the shaker nest and cover you with a quilt.
remembered that when he was a child, there were mosquitoes who were afraid of the dark and shook his younger brother to sleep, but he just didn't cry.
I just thought. Isn't it possible for you to too, my doll.
Less than ten minutes have passed.
You're finally asleep.
It was pitch black.
Because the bright light at night can easily make you feel that the day is reversed.
The air conditioner is quietly guarding you and me.
If you can't sleep well, I won't sleep well.
You slept, and I was at ease.
In the night, I don't dare to cover you with my outstretched hand.
I'm afraid of waking you up. Listen to the sound of even breathing.
I quietly felt that this was the melody of spring.
I remembered that I used to look for acupuncture points.
Look for massage skills to get you to sleep.
I didn't take action because I was worried.
I'm worried that I will be broken by the tender**.
Worry about entering the wrong acupuncture point.
It will make me regret not being at the beginning.
Please forgive me for being cautious.
I try to be a good father.
Although 108,000 miles.
It's still too far to go through the ninety-nine-eighty-one difficulty.
Fix it slowly. Run slowly.
Because you're old that's what I'm looking forward to.
It is also the glory of adults.
Also take you to roll up in this era.
Come on kids. 
Tomorrow is another day.
Let's go together and don't look back.