I lost my voice. Altogether. For the first time in my life. I used to be able to grow hoarse, wheezing as longshoreman. But now that even a whisper could not say anything - ever.
While we are healthy, as all must accept. Once deprived of something, or at least the threat appears - only then realize how it's great to have all the hand-foot-eye-voice-ears in working order. I'm always half without a voice, and even interesting to communicate with gestures and all sochuvstvuyut. And if ever deprived of this gift? For singers, this is probably the main nightmare, they may even fear their vote. For professional singers, not for our platform. They contrast benefit would go) I wonder when I was a voice coming back?
Danielka not understand what this mom is muted? Usually there I chat, laugh, sing and loudly)
He is my main entertainment. Every day more interesting. Teeth in it at all no, eating everything in the form pyureshki. But I give him chew bones chicken assists, from the broth. And he chews them like a dog. Bitten hryaschiki, filled his mouth with them, and sits like a squirrel. Can not spit and swallow it, thank God, too. I put a piece of Apple's next, he and his attempts to shove in her mouth, a small obzhorka)
Today was such a beautiful snowfall, with huge snowflakes, all covered with snow. The kid was asleep, I looked out the window. Brewed a great cup of tea with lemon and honey. Twirled in 2 blankets and read "Vanity Fair" Thackeray. 3 years going to read about the adventures of Becky Sharp, and just now got. But in the original.
Here such here drifts in Toronto fall sometimes!
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