Stormwind God

The so-called son of Cheng Ye, bad smashed.

In February 2015, his son was born. As a father, I tried my best to make milk powder.

Unconsciously, two and a half years have passed.

I also started from a writer who was more than one million, and fell to 5k, which is almost a semi-abandonment with the handicapped party.

I'm helpless too!

For the son of Mao's obedient baby, when he ate, he slept, and when he woke up, he would become the little magic star.

During the sabotage, I wondered if I had a small raptor.

Many times, you can only start coding when you fall asleep.

Two and a half years old is when the baby is awakening to her consciousness. At this time, children become very difficult. That bad temper is not easy to suppress. Crying for rights at every turn, I hope adults listen to him.

And my son has a loud voice. Anyway, as soon as he speaks, I don't want to write anything.

Recently, my father-in-law had a wind stroke a while ago. Although he didn't have any disease roots, he didn't dare to bother him too much, so he spent more time in my house. At least three days a week.

Even if my parents are bringing it, but the house is so big, the moment the son speaks, it is the level of crying ghosts and gods.

I'm desperate too!

The only good news now is that I will be officially two and a half years old next month. It is theoretically possible to attend small classes in kindergartens. I'm arguing with my wife every day now to see if I can send this little **** away quickly.

Of course, this depends on whether there is a degree.

If you can send it to kindergarten, you can be resurrected with blood next month ...

If you can't send it away, then hehehehe!