The pages of my life can easily become a comic book. We decided to have a third child. Have we decided? Not quite like that: my husband decided to give birth, and I'm the only one giving birth. Every time I tell him it's his turn to give birth next time, it doesn't work! My veins don't like being pricked with a needle, so they always hide. But it is necessary to donate blood for analysis to all pregnant women. So, the nurse is looking, looking for my veins..

This is Musya. She came to us by accident. She sings loudly at night in a low contralto, does not eat ordinary human food and does not like the cat tray at all. That's the problem.

When my daughter was three months old, I really loved hanging laundry outside on ropes: it's spring, my fingers are freezing, but that's okay! Because the snow is falling quietly, quietly. Silence is so wonderful!

Sometimes I remember the time when my second son was very young. He didn't seem to sleep day or night. I even imagined that I had at least three such babies, all of them running, jumping, screaming...All I wanted to do was sleep.

And now I have a daughter. She sleeps haphazardly too. But when she suddenly sleeps a lot during the day, I manage to do a lot of different things at this time. Finally, all the housework is done, and the daughter is still sleeping! Maybe something happened? And I run to the crib as fast as I can. No, it's okay, she's just sleeping. What happiness!