He is not.
I tried putting Erbie down for his morning nap while he was still awake today. He fussed and fretted and then began to cry, so I picked him up – BAD. He got so worked up, he then couldn’t stop crying even when offered boobage, and a bottle of water. Oh dear. Eventually calmed down after 5minutes, angry wailing – a first for us, the angry wailing, not he calming down, still no tears though. I fed him and he fell asleep, I jiggled him a bit before putting him in the cot, but he just cuddled his teddy and carried on sleeping. I’m sure there is a lot I’m doing wrong. I want to make him an independent fearless little being, not tie him to my apron strings. But I’ll never be able to do the controlled crying malarky.
Jane Austen a Gaûché Ma Vie, film — petit plaisir #406
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[image: Episode #331]A film that begins and ends in Paris, specifically and
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