1 year and 11 months sharp...or 23 months...which is exactly 100 weeks...or 700 days...I felt so dizzy with all these numbers that I have decided to learn counting...actually I did not decide anything, it just happened!
Funny thing, it actually started from me wanting so bad to learn walking the stairs up and down, so I did practice a lot...you know how they say that practice makes perfect...I used to get a grip on "tati" or "mami", whoever was closer and every such episode was longer and longer...therefore they got bored easily and started counting the stairs, same as you do when counting sheep if you cannot sleep...end of story, I learned counting! No kidding, it happened exactly like this and it was so fast...now I wonder, will I need them in school to get good grades? I hope not...
What else? One month from now it's my birthday and I know they have not yet decided on my present...what can I expect from them? I just wish it's not something I will only be able to use when I'm old enough to drive...can you believe that I still cannot use my present of last year? This is amazing, no?
Kisses
