tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548253831814946253.post7947985846994623909..comments2016-03-31T20:18:10.533-07:00Comments on Trust Me, I'm a Mom: It's the Smallest Moments That Mean the MostM Brunson[email protected]Blogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3548253831814946253.post-48497179373347517712014-05-20T14:13:03.791-07:002014-05-20T14:13:03.791-07:00Ohoh! What a question! Well, well, well... let see...Ohoh! What a question! Well, well, well... let see.<br />* When my son was placed on my chest and our eyes met. We couldn't look away from each other. His eyes were wide open 10 seconds after his birth, and since then I have always been "in love" with them.<br />* The way my daughter kept my son calm as soon as he met for the first time. He was quite rebelious when I was pregnant. With me, but not with his future baby sister. He loved to speak to her, puting his mouth on my belly and talking with her about silly things... When he saw her, he was so happy and quiet at the same time. <br />* When my son started to call all the animals "ouahouah". We tried to explain it was just the sound of the dog, but he didn't care and all the animals were named "ouahouah" (pigeons, cats, fishes, dogs, ducks, etc)<br /><br />I will stop here, I could go on all night!<br />Thanks for this sweet post. Eolia Dislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01352608197243432219[email protected]