remember the Samu first months of life, our son, for a lot of funny anecdotes, but the ballet post-administration-of-Ranidil that my wife and I staged in front of the station did not think alike. Meanwhile, a few words about this
Ranidil. This is evident from the antacid syrup therapeutic properties and the equally undeniable taste of menthol-flavored grapefruit 100% acid with Calabrian chili taste of schnapps.
A poison.
But it is the only drug that has so far failed to tackle the small gastroesophageal reflux and then, with a great pain in my heart and a good dose of courage, about a month my wife and I put in place the tragicomic rite twice morning and evening, 20 ml each time. He cries
inevitably and hopelessly. But look a bit '.
The ballet as a way distracting from the terrible suffering of his taste buds, however, came only when the Santa Claus that plays and sings the blues has stopped working. The calming effect of Santa "hoochie coochie" Claus lasted the time of Christmas holidays and much to our regret we have stored in the attic along with the balls of the tree. Will have begun to find the song boring that I, with a little 'of melancholy, I find myself singing while I shower.
Anyway I had to find an alternative.
The alternative has arrived one morning a few days ago when, after giving him the terrible Ranidil (more pronounced the more I am convinced that his name was called as a monster enemy Grendizer), my wife had the brilliant idea of attack the ballet of "Staying Alive". Yes well, you know, what it's all about indexes plunge in opposite directions with central mixing hands as if to make the unpredictable selection of fingers in the next "Ah ah ah ah staying alive staying alive", but it always happens to the indexes. Well, despite the redundancy and predictability of gestures our son has suddenly stopped crying and I, to give a hand to my wife, I immediately coordinated with her in singing and dancing. There he was, John and Olivia de Noantri perfect as two idiots in front of an unlikely ballet with a baby on a three month old baby had not even enjoyed watching them at Disneyland.
But the system seems to be working and we face the moment of the syrup with a little more serenity.
To prevent our son gets used, resulting in loss of beneficial effect, we also added the Macarena and a piece of Asereje (those two or three gestures which recall). I last night I suggested to try with a bit 'of Lambada (just to make things fun for us) but my wife says that having to make some laps and then lose eye contact with Samu. And ... oh well!
Ranidil. This is evident from the antacid syrup therapeutic properties and the equally undeniable taste of menthol-flavored grapefruit 100% acid with Calabrian chili taste of schnapps.
A poison.
But it is the only drug that has so far failed to tackle the small gastroesophageal reflux and then, with a great pain in my heart and a good dose of courage, about a month my wife and I put in place the tragicomic rite twice morning and evening, 20 ml each time. He cries
inevitably and hopelessly. But look a bit '.
The ballet as a way distracting from the terrible suffering of his taste buds, however, came only when the Santa Claus that plays and sings the blues has stopped working. The calming effect of Santa "hoochie coochie" Claus lasted the time of Christmas holidays and much to our regret we have stored in the attic along with the balls of the tree. Will have begun to find the song boring that I, with a little 'of melancholy, I find myself singing while I shower.
Anyway I had to find an alternative.
The alternative has arrived one morning a few days ago when, after giving him the terrible Ranidil (more pronounced the more I am convinced that his name was called as a monster enemy Grendizer), my wife had the brilliant idea of attack the ballet of "Staying Alive". Yes well, you know, what it's all about indexes plunge in opposite directions with central mixing hands as if to make the unpredictable selection of fingers in the next "Ah ah ah ah staying alive staying alive", but it always happens to the indexes. Well, despite the redundancy and predictability of gestures our son has suddenly stopped crying and I, to give a hand to my wife, I immediately coordinated with her in singing and dancing. There he was, John and Olivia de Noantri perfect as two idiots in front of an unlikely ballet with a baby on a three month old baby had not even enjoyed watching them at Disneyland.
But the system seems to be working and we face the moment of the syrup with a little more serenity.
To prevent our son gets used, resulting in loss of beneficial effect, we also added the Macarena and a piece of Asereje (those two or three gestures which recall). I last night I suggested to try with a bit 'of Lambada (just to make things fun for us) but my wife says that having to make some laps and then lose eye contact with Samu. And ... oh well!
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