My very darling

When my daughter was born, I thought I would be a great monther. I would write everything about her and show her one day when she grows up. Now, she is almost four, and I haven't started.

I remember the first tens days of her life. The second day when we were home, I have to take her to her doctor. I put her on car seat on the floor, and asked her dad to take a picture. She looked at me, with pleasant face, even some cute cute smile, we had one taken. Later I found out that she did not like car seat at all. She liked to be carried. She won't cry but she would not be happy, silent. We also had that one taken.