break the leg, climb up the bunk

happy New Year!happy New Year!Happy New Year to everyone, we sing, we dance, Happy New Year to everyone...

In the blink of an eye, it is the annual Spring Festival, the most important festival for Chinese people. Since the beginning of the twelfth lunar month, many people have been busy, preparing new year's goods, sweeping dust and stickers, and everyone is busy and satisfied.

In the home of Zhuang Zixia and Mo Yiqiu, Mo's father is still the parent who looks after the children, Zhuang Ji is in charge of hanging lanterns and posting New Year pictures, the mothers are in charge of dust removal, and the children are naturally only in charge of playing and eating.

On New Year's Eve, you have to go back to the dealer's house for the New Year, so they just clean up and hang some festive things that smell a little bit like that.

Molly and Mobis have no relatives, and they have become accustomed to going home with their friends for the New Year over the years, treating their relatives with respect as if they were their own.

During the Spring Festival last year, they had just had Baby Mo. Since the baby was only half a year old and his body had not been recuperated well, the Mo family couple did not go back because they were afraid that the baby would get sick due to the exhaustion of traveling or the crowds.

As a result, the elders were very caring and asked the young couple of the dealer one after another. After hearing that Mobis and the others had a child, they were all happy for them. They also came to visit Mo Baobao one after another. It's so cute that even holding it in your hands will make you cry like a sweetheart.

So this year only entered the twelfth lunar month, and the old man of the dealer told Baby Mo to go home to celebrate the New Year early, and said that the red envelopes were all wrapped up and only waited for Baby Mo to give them. Naturally, Molly and Mobis would not refuse, and they also hoped that Xiao Yiqiu can have more elders love her

Molly even prepared the gifts for the old people, and they took them out one by one and put them on Brother Ji's military jeep. Today is the 29th year, and they will set off after noon, at the old house of Brother Ji I didn't come back until the third day of junior high school.

Although they are all in this city, the distance is not too short due to cross-districts and heavy snowfall. After cleaning, mothers still have to pack their babies' clothes, milk powder, feeding bottles and diapers.

Baby Mo is wearing a very festive big red jacket today, hand-sewn, which belonged to his little Xia brother's winter necessities when he was young, and Grandma Zhuang pressed the cotton piece by piece and sewed it up with her own hands.

The style is not new, but it is warm and breathable, and it is soft and warm. Baby Mo likes it a little bit. The bright colors meet his aesthetics. There is also a hand-stitched cloth tiger on the front of the shirt. Paired with the same color tiger padded shoes, Baby Mo had a great time playing by himself.

Stretch out your little hand to pick out the tiger's black eyes. The two black buttons seem to interest Mo Baobao very much. After tugging hard for a long time, he still can't move the firmly sewn buttons. Mo Baobao tries to bend down and use his own small eight buttons. Teeth go to the chest.

After trying it out, I found that the mouth could not reach the stomach, and Mo Baobao was not discouraged. If he could not reach the stomach, his feet were enough. Since he was dressed like a small cotton ball, he just let the eyes of the little tiger on his feet touch his mouth. Baby Mo fell over.

Dancing on the carpet like a little turtle, turning over was not easy. After finally turning over and lying down, I found that the movement of lifting my feet to my mouth was not as flexible as when I was wearing less clothes. , Tried several times without success.

So our baby Mo got angry, yelling for a long time, lying flat on the carpet, kicking his legs and waving his arms. Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Baby Mo's big eyes looked around, but he didn't find the eyes of Papa Mo. Sneaking out from the book, Zhuang's father poked his head on the ladder at the door to look in.

He yelled for a long time, but still no one paid any attention. Baby Mo turned over and got up, swayed like a little penguin and walked to the side of the sofa, grabbed the book in Dad Mo's hand with his little hand and pulled it out hard.

Big aggrieved eyes met Papa Mo's gentle gaze, gentle but firm, shaking his head to express that this book should not be used to throw a temper tantrum, Papa Mo patiently said to Baby Mo:

"Take good care of books, it's not good to throw them away!"

"Ahhhh...throw...Dad...throw!"

Mo Baobao was very stubborn, holding the little hand of the book and refusing to budge. He raised his little head to his father, babbled and said he wanted to throw it away, but his father ignored him. He was so wronged that he couldn't bite the little tiger's eyes.

"Xiaoqiu, be good, don't throw away the book! Take care of it!" Dad Mo refused again. He is a gentle and good-tempered dad, but he is not an unprincipled dad. His son's wrong behavior must be stopped.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

Baby Mo was so wronged that he didn't let go of his little paws. One hand was tightly holding on to his father's book, and his body had already rushed towards Zhuang Zixia, who was sitting next to Mobis and was also reading with a picture book in his hand. Holding Xiaoxia's brother's leg with his hands, the snot and tears flowed out, rubbing against Xiaoxia's cotton trousers.

"...brother is not good...boys can't cry casually...shame!"

Zhuang Zixia looked at his soiled cotton trousers, his gentle and handsome face wrinkled into a ball, and narrated to Mo Yiqiu

This question, staring at his younger brother's tear-stained face, I don't know what to think.

It's really a narrative, although the expression is very disgusting, the tone is flat without ups and downs, it's really hard for a four and a half year old child to say this as seriously as a summary of a meeting, this kind of skill can't be learned by others.

Mo Baobao heard Xiaoxia say that he was shy, so he let go of his father's book, and hugged Xiaoxia's thigh with the other hand, raised his head and said anxiously: "Don't be ashamed, Xiaoqiu. , not ashamed..."

"Then don't cry, and don't throw books around. Let me play with you!"

Nodding repeatedly, Baby Mo's head was almost broken, and the black eyes washed by tears were extremely beautiful, and they were bent into curly beans in an instant.

Mo Baobao tried his best to climb onto the sofa, sat next to Xiaoxia, and took the picture book in a decent manner. Although... the book was taken down by Mo Baobao, it didn't affect Mo Baobao's performance that he was serious about reading it. the meaning of.

Zhuang Zixia's serious little face calmed down a little, and he reached out to touch Baby Mo's head, feeling that his brother's hair was as comfortable as fluff under his palm, and he couldn't help slightly bending his pink lips.

After picking up the picture book, Xiao Xia lowered her head and told Baby Mo what was in the book. He didn't know many words, but he could imagine it by looking at the pictures. At this time, he read it to his younger brother in a clear and soft voice. Let Mo Baobao like it, blinking his big eyes and looking at the picture book, and then at Xiaoxia, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

It’s hard for the adults to pack up and have a simple lunch. Baby Mo is easy to pass, besides drinking milk, he just eats egg custard, and it’s done. Starts to feel sleepy after urinating.

By the time the adults got in the car, Baby Mo had already fallen asleep and slept all the way in Mo’s mother’s arms. Xiao Xia also fell asleep in a daze after watching the snow scene for a while. When Baby Mo woke up, it was already 29 years old. It's past three o'clock in the afternoon.

Mo Baobao opened his eyes and saw Brother Xiao Xia sleeping next to him. He couldn't help being overjoyed and turned over and crawled over. He sat on Zhuang Zixia and danced with joy. His little appearance looked like he had conquered a high ground.

Xiao Xia opened his eyes slightly, and seeing that Baby Mo was playing with himself as a mattress again, he turned over, threw Baby Mo on the inside of the bed, closed his eyes and continued to sleep on himself, for the past six months, he has become very accustomed to opening his eyes. Immediately saw Mo Baobao's little face that looked like a New Year painting.

Baby Mo doesn’t feel hurt when he is thrown down. The beds are made extremely soft and warm in winter, and there are heating pipes in the room. The two of them have already taken off their cotton-padded jackets, and now they are wearing thin cotton underwear and a sweater. on the bed.

"Xiaoxia...play, let's play with you! Let's play with you!...Xiaoxia...pee pee...you pee..."

Mo Baobao didn't give up and went to Xiaoxia. At one and a half years old, he could express himself with simple words, but unfortunately you and I couldn't tell the difference, his black eyes blinked, almost just after he said this, a big wave The water arrows soaked the mattress.

After urinating, Baby Mo giggled. He felt much more comfortable. He sat up and looked at his wet pants and wet mattress. His little hands were still groping on the soaked sheets, having a great time. .

Xiaoxia vaguely heard the words to urinate, raised her eyelids slightly and looked at Mo Baobao who was on the inside of the bed, seeing that the wet place was a certain distance away from her, and she couldn't touch it unless she turned over there. Turn over and continue to sleep.

After playing in wet trousers for a while, Baby Mo felt uncomfortable, and began to wriggle around like a bug, rubbing against the wet place from time to time, and wet the rest of his body.

Although a boy's urine is similar to clear water, but no matter what, it's just a bubble of urine, which can't be called water. Baby Mo just wiped himself all over with a 'piss towel', and then crawled to Zhuang Zixia's side when he was done, wet The little hands also washed Brother Xiaoxia's face.

Even poking, patting and kneading, Mo Baobao didn't wake up his brother Xiaoxia after a long time. He felt hungry again. Seeing that brother Xiaoxia's face was sleeping like a red apple, and there was a red cherry under his nose.

He thought it was something to eat, so he lay on Xiao Xia's chest, opened his mouth and bit the little red cheek.

Almost felt the breath on her face, the little Zhuang Zixia quickly pulled up the quilt, covered her head and fell asleep.

Baby Mo was stunned. Where's his apple?Where are his cherries?For his Guoguo, Baby Mo tugged on Xiaoxia's quilt very hard, exhausting all his breastfeeding strength, but the red apples and big cherries still disappeared.

Mo Baobao was so anxious that he yelled and kept shouting: "Guoguo...Xiaoqiu...eat Guoguo...Xiaoxia...here..."

Zhuang Zixia was not disturbed, and put his small head under the pillow, turning a deaf ear to it, and Ren Mo Baobao refused to reveal it

head.

Mo Baobao was about to cry, just when Molly came in with a bottle of milk, she figured that the baby would wake up, but she didn't expect that the time was delayed because of milking.

After taking a closer look, she quickly changed the pants and clothes for Mo Baobao. After tidying up Mo Baobao, Molly looked at Xiaoxia who was sleeping soundly. She had no choice but to hand the bottle to Mo Baobao for him to drink milk, and carried the baby downstairs by herself. Go ask Brother Ji to come up and help.

When Zhuang Ji came up, Baby Mo drank half of his milk. Seeing his mother put himself on the chair beside him, Brother Xiao Xia was beaten by Dad Zhuang.

Dad was picked up and put on the sofa next to him, and the red apples and cherries were also exposed. Baby Mo's eyes lit up, and his red fruit came back again.

Zhuang Ji went to the other room to get clean sheets. Molly hurriedly changed the mattress. Two layers of diapers did not prevent her son from flooding. She could only shake her head, thinking that her son would urinate in the next few days. How much wet the bedding, she sighed helplessly.

After the appearance of diapers, Molly looked at it in the supermarket for a long time, feeling sad. Why didn't that thing become popular when her son was young?She wouldn't get hand cramps from washing the sheets and bedding.

Just as she was taking down the dirty mattress, Molly heard Zhuang Zixia yelling. She was so frightened that she quickly turned her head to look, and saw that her son was still holding the bottle in his hand, and ran to the sofa for some reason , was biting Xiao Xia's lips tightly, blinking her big eyes innocently looking at Brother Xiao Xia who was already in tears.

Molly was so startled that she hurried over, hugged Mo Yiqiu and quickly coaxed him to let go, just looking at it like this, he was bleeding, is his son so greedy, did he eat Xiaoxia's mouth like meat...

Baby Mo tasted the smell of blood and found that the taste of Guoguo was different from usual. He let go of his mouth in doubt. His mouth was full of blood. He also stretched out his tongue to lick it, blinked his eyes, and put the pacifier back into his mouth. While sucking the milk, he did not forget to say vaguely: "It's not sweet, Xiaoxia...Guoguo...it's not tasty..."

Xiao Xia covered her injured lips, looked at the silly Mo Baobao, and Aunt Mo who was so worried that she kept telling him to let go and try to check the wound. Once the puppy comes back, he wants to stay away from the puppy and never play with him again.snort!