The sweetest sound for my ears what you produce. You’re giggling, murmuring, whooping, howling and sreaming repeatedly, ”singing and having a talk” and even your yawn is in a drawling tone. You like hearing your own voice. You can produce not only the repertory of crying but also you are able to communicate. You discover not only your voice but also your hands and fingers. I adore to see you keeping in the backward, how you are place your little hands exactly in the middle quite close to your face, take much trouble over your fingers – you catch them and move them slowly, one by one while seeing absorbedly. You stuff your fist into your mouth, touch your tongue with your forefinger and thumb. You’re able to grab objects deliberately and smile at your reflection in a mirror steadily. Your legs rise heavenward while you’re working on the playmat and beating the figures hanging above you. I also like the fluttering gesture what you produce with your arms when you are naked. 
Waking up to beatiful sunshine at this time of the year is a real present. We started the day with gardening. While Dominik was sleeping in the baby carriage, we raked together the leaves losing by the trees, layered some spring bulbs, bed out some non-freezing plants and dag up the bulbs of the freezing ones.
I visited my workplace with Dominik the day before yesterday. You might remember what I wrote when I left the company. It proves very very true that I took my departure at the best time possible. Well, RKB is being liquidated, the employees quit their job en masse. RKB has been already just R&K because B sold his proportion of property which was a coup de théátre, too. The reasons are not clear, the management hasn’t explained the situation till now, there are only guessings and rumours in the air. The news really got to upset me and caused a great stir but I’m not so embittered because I didn’t have the intention of returning and on the other hand I’m not so surprised because I had a bad feeling about the company. Things were not the same that used to be, there were changes, disadvantageous changes which pointed the end ahead but I wouldn’t had thought that it would happen in this way and so soon. Certainly, we can’t consider that final, there is nothing fixed yet, especially because the management (the broken one) hasn’t pronounced their views. 
The sweetest sound for my ears what you produce. You’re giggling, murmuring, whooping, howling and sreaming repeatedly, ”singing and having a talk” and even your yawn is in a drawling tone. You like hearing your own voice. You can produce not only the repertory of crying but also you are able to communicate. You discover not only your voice but also your hands and fingers. I adore to see you keeping in the backward, how you are place your little hands exactly in the middle quite close to your face, take much trouble over your fingers – you catch them and move them slowly, one by one while seeing absorbedly. You stuff your fist into your mouth, touch your tongue with your forefinger and thumb. You’re able to grab objects deliberately and smile at your reflection in a mirror steadily. Your legs rise heavenward while you’re working on the playmat and beating the figures hanging above you. I also like the fluttering gesture what you produce with your arms when you are naked. 
