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Normal children?
the normal child: WHO 'man?
weighs 3.800 kg at birth. Fast asleep waking only 6 times a day to nurse. Attaches 5 minutes on one side and 5 on the other, taking just 10 grams the first day, 20 the second day and so on, until you get to exactly 180 grams of milk at each feeding.
sucks voraciously and without interruption and is now a burp and then goes back to sleep happy. It's never sick, kid, nervous, never a bubble. It grows exactly 200 grams per week, every week, throughout the first year of life. Switch back and forth effortlessly between breast and bottle feeding pacifier of chamomile, to the will of the parents and pediatrician.
He regularly (but not too much) crap and pee in the diaper, but never at night. Sleeping spun six hours the night from birth.
Ride when you pick her up, but then did not protest when he gets back alone in his bed. He sleeps alone in her crib without crying or agitated, tenderly hugging teddy (or other "transitional object" recommended by the expert on duty).
car, gets tied to the chair without squirming happy or cry, and falls asleep almost immediately. In the fourth month
spontaneously reduces to five meals a day feedings. A 5-month passes without batting an eyelid from feeding the baby food made with vegetable broth and then to take porridge porridge making like a bird, sitting quietly in his chair. At 7 months is now fully weaned and ready for the nest, which will include no crisis of any kind.
Recognize this? It is the normal child. That Obscure Object of desire by which each mother, consciously or not, compare your child, never be matched. It is the child of the verbs in the subjunctive: "should read as" ... genetically modified organisms, the son of Advertising and statistics. Never so alien and inhuman creature we were so familiar and predictable.
Have you ever met? I doubt it, because it exists only in the collective imagination. The normal child is always the child of someone else, never your own. The real children, in comparison with him, inevitably lose out. They always have a few pounds too many or less, wants to breastfeed than quantity and on time, overtime, they want to stay up to become good good spupazzare instead staring at the ceiling in their wheelchair, crying so incomprehensible despite being subjected to all the treatments recommended the best magazines on the market. They do not want to fall asleep alone in bed, or sit and wait for good sleep returns, if they wake during the night. Spat out the expensive meals added vitamins made especially for them, do it at the wrong times, or abstain for days without any explanation. Above all, insist on pretending to be night and day with their mother, who wonders what he did ever so wrong to have a child as "abnormal"
... Yeah, because every child behind "wrong" (ie all children real) c 'is a mother as "wrong." How little has to deal with normal children, so his mother must deal with the Perfect Mother: that which has always breasts bursting with milk, but at the same time after a few weeks back the look of a teenager, and that takes care of the baby as if he drank a glass of water, and "organizing" while not neglecting her husband, social life and work.
The mother's body after childbirth, this mysterious organism, with its galloping hormones, its softness, the losses, the milk that drips, that breasts are constantly changing in volume, mood swings, the interrupted sleep, it's something completely different from the image that reminds us once again advertising or books for new mothers. Nothing is recognizable as her son does not recognize that the proposed model in the Media.
Oddly enough, the company approved of those who follow the current, the normal daily life of the mother and baby are to appear as strange, unknown, incorrect.
Yet the reality of the millions of children worldwide are born, and then live and grow up as real creatures, with their many special needs, so unique, different from each other, have the blessing of their parents. Why wish for a child abstract, when there is the real one in front of us? If there really normal children, if we should happen at home, it would be a disturbing presence in its unreality
... Let's keep our baby real tight, which is not subject to the definitions, rules, tables, to judgments of experts, trademarks ... leave it to him to teach them what they need, what makes him feel good, to educate a new rhythm, a new poem of life ... and we hope to grow as "Irregular" and that what keeps the years of unique, new and different has to say to the world.
Terrye French design is the artist
giracchiava that was a bit of color in the room,
the chopping wood for pizza,
when I saw the game design is
spark ......
and viaaaa:))
I've tried and tried, but when I put the pacifier in his mouth FigliaPig get only one result: it is stark mad and will not calm until it was able to throw it as far as possible. Even FiglioPig was not a lover of the pacifier, but a force in his mouth, he finally "accepted" and has been our salvation on many occasions. FigliaPig however, always be much tougher from this point of view. 
In any case, it seems that FigliaPig with a pacifier does not work. Indeed. It 's a great way to make her scream like an eagle. The really like the hand, but luckily we are finding another way .... to put down 'in bed with his "nanna" Myrtle (remember? I had spoken here, after reading the book of Tata Lucia) and its moon musical Chicco ( this one!) and and after a while ', in a few frignottamento and some attempt to suck the nose of blueberry, Blessed are asleep. With 
