The Spucci suffers a little (understatement) the arrival of little sister. So yesterday I unplugged everything and I gave up washing machines, dishwashers, ironing, floors, dusting, meals, soups, bathroom to clean sheets to change, clothes to be removed and to apply and to rearrange (and now that I think I still have a balcony to clean the curtains to be refreshed, to order books ...), I took from my pandoroand and I are completely dedicated to my eldest daughter.
We go shopping, we tried many shorts, sweaters, jackets and shoes. I bought a shirt of Barbapapa and tried the blush by Kiko (as well as lipstick, blush and eye shadow). We went to Ikea and tried all the sofas and beds and all the chairs. When you reach the paradise of the children tried again all the beds and all the games. We had lunch by eating chicken nuggets and fries and she also gave the "Muggle" to one. We got home, ate a biscuit crumbling head on the bed, chasing each other. We looked dueellipottedue (the Philosopher's Stone and the Chamber of Secrets), plus a bonus of clips where is his new hero, the snake after the first: Dobby. We had a snack with hot chocolate. Then we go get dad and sister, singing in the car the initials of the cartoons of the '80s.
Last night, at the end of the day (and others in which I had not even five minutes to pee), I collapsed at 21.45, looking ellipotte.
The Spucci at 23.30, I was told by the director.
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