novelno Chapter 1281: My Daughter Is Growing Up [11]
Chapter 1281: My Daughter Is Growing Up [11]
Regarding the matter of Song Xiaohua, who is eight months old, entering the rebellious phase early, Tang Li didn’t tell anyone. The next day, she personally moved the crib out of the master bedroom.
Unable to move it alone, she called Song Jingtian for help.
The little guy lifted one side, and she lifted the other.
Due to the considerable difference in their sizes, the moving process wasn’t very smooth.
They bumped into things, and even stepped on each other’s feet twice.
As for why Song Xiaohua’s dedicated bed needed to be moved out of the master bedroom, Tang Li provided a reasonable explanation—
"Song Xiaohua is already a mature little child. If she continues sleeping with her parents, how can we cultivate her independence and strong character? The development of a perfect personality needs to start when they’re young."
This statement makes a lot of sense.
Song Jingtian felt quite moved after hearing it.
As a mother, Tang Li was not entirely unreliable.
He felt he should formally apologize to Tang Li for his previous prejudice.
Tang Li has truly put heart and soul into Song Xiaohua’s well-being.
And so, the two of them huffed and puffed as they dragged the crib into the nursery.
Song Xiaohua is a human child with a very regular schedule.
She always takes a nap after noon at twelve o’clock.
When Aunt Min carried her back to the master bedroom, she discovered her bed was gone.
However, the little guy doesn’t yet understand what a bed is; she only knows the room feels a bit different.
Song Xiaohua looked at the empty spot by the bed, gripping the wooden ring, and babbled twice in Aunt Min’s arms. Suddenly, she lunged toward the big bed, frightening Aunt Min into tightening her arms: "My little darling, don’t exert so much energy!"
Seeing the child wanting to go onto the bed, Aunt Min quickly obliged her.
As soon as her limbs touched the bed sheet, Song Xiaohua toured around the bed.
She crawled around but couldn’t find her little pillow.
Finally, she plopped down right in the middle of the bed.
Tang Li finished counting all the New Year gifts collected these days with Xiao Minglan and returned to the master bedroom, only to find Aunt Min standing by the bed. As for Song Xiaohua, she sat on the bed like a little monk meditating, seemingly exhausted—not able to keep her eyes open and then opening them again in the next second.
"The little one, for some reason, isn’t allowing herself to be cuddled, yet won’t lie down to sleep either."
Aunt Min was genuinely worried.
Afraid that the family’s little seedling might cause herself problems by sitting so much.
Only after the mother came, did she breathe a sigh of relief.
Though they can be troublesome, Tang Li understands her daughter: "She just recognizes the bed."
Then, she picks up Song Xiaohua and takes her to the nursery.
Back in her familiar crib, Song Xiaohua still refused to sleep, crawling around for a while. Her chubby hands clung to the railing as she called out ’baba’.
Tang Li crouched by the bed, meeting the little one’s eyes, then began brainwashing her: "Your dad is busy with work, you’re quite grown now, you can’t cling to daddy all day, understand? A good little child must learn to sleep alone; if you grow up to be a daddy’s girl, it will disadvantage you in the dating market later."
Song Xiaohua: "..."
Only at night did Tang Li realize her oversight.
If Song Xiaohua were to sleep in the nursery, there should be an adult accompanying her.
However, the nanny was absent.
Regular servants might not be adept at caring for children.
Xiao Minglan was too old to handle a child fussing in the night.
In the end, she couldn’t pick a suitable person.
After freshening up, with a cute tuft of hair on her head, Song Xiaohua played with a rattle on the cashmere blanket. As she was entertaining herself, the nursery door, left ajar, was pushed open. She looked up and saw her unlucky mom.
Tang Li came in with a bedroll.
What else can one do...
Tang Li couldn’t trust the servants to watch over her through the night, so she had to do it herself.
If that’s the case, why not just bring Song Xiaohua back to the master bedroom?
On this issue, Tang Li had her considerations.
—Song Xiaohua should gradually adapt to the nursery environment.
Not only at Yunqi Villa’s nursery but also over at Tan Palace.
As the child grows day by day, it wouldn’t be realistic for her to keep sleeping with her parents. Right now, it’s essential to cultivate good living habits for Song Xiaohua.
In the nursery, there wasn’t an adult bed set up for the time being.
While Tang Li was setting up her bed on the floor, Song Xiaohua crawled out from the pile of toys.
Song Xiaohua crawled to her mom’s pillow and plopped her sturdy butt right on it.
Tang Li: "......"
Regardless of whether Song Xiaohua did it intentionally, Tang Li didn’t hold it against her this time and checked before bed to see if the child needed a change.
For Song Baiyan, the holiday days over New Year were far busier than weekdays.
—Busy dealing with all sorts of New Year calls.
Some calls were quite important, lasting one to two hours.
Returning to the bedroom, it was already close to ten at night.
Upon opening the door, his wife and daughter’s figures were nowhere to be seen.
There was just one pillow left on the bed, not to mention the missing crib.
It wasn’t hard to find the mother and daughter.
In the nursery, there was a silly duck night light on.
This light was bought online by Tang Li.
Originally plugged in by the master bedroom’s bedside, now moved here.
The crib was empty.
Turning his head, he saw the duo on the floor.
Song Xiaohua lay flat on her back, hands on the pillow. As for her mom, lying sideways, with her left hand around her little daughter.
Without turning on the main light, Song Baiyan sat down on the turtle stool by the crib.
Looking at his sleeping wife and daughter, he felt an unparalleled tranquility inside.
The ultimate pursuit in life, at its core, comes down to having food and cherished ones.
Now he has his cherished one, blooming and fruitful, what more can this life ask for?
In the morning, Tang Li was woken up by kicking.
The unbearable itchiness on her face forced her to pay attention.
Upon opening her eyes, she saw Song Xiaohua’s little foot.
Just as she was about to adjust the little one’s sleeping position, she realized the blanket felt crowded, and when she stretched out a foot, she kicked against a leg.
Tang Li was sure that wasn’t her leg.
However, she didn’t turn around.
Nor did she wake the person up.
She let Song Xiaohua’s chubby white foot dangle over her face and closed her eyes again.
It’s still early; why not catch some more sleep?
The only regret—
Song Xiaohua’s ’moving house’ plan ended in failure.
Without being moved out, Song Xiaohua continued sleeping with her parents from winter to summer.
It was on the day summer arrived that Song Xiaohua learned to walk.
That year, Song Xiaohua’s first birthday party coincided with the Tan Palace Journalists Association Gala.
The Tan Palace Journalists Association Gala is a traditional annual event for country S, attended by past presidents, journalists, dignitaries, and the media.
Tang Li initially wanted to delay the birthday celebration for a few days; Song Baiyan did not agree, only suggesting to combine the birthday party with the journalists association’s gala.
After all, since both events are at Tan Palace, combining them surely makes things easier.
Yet with this arrangement, Song Xiaohua would have to appear in public.
Song Xiaohua herself was not afraid of this.
That night, held in her father’s arms, Song Xiaohua became the focus of the party.
[A cute and ambitious BABY.]
This was the evaluation of the current president’s daughter in the national newspapers the next day.
Soon after, details about Song Xiaohua’s first birthday party began to spread.
She didn’t choose the English-Chinese dictionary, nor the ruler, nor the golden abacus.
She crawled past everything, quickly making her way to her father.
Then, she grasped the presidential emblem on her father’s suit.
Firmly, without letting go.
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Goodnight!