Sellamara.com Website Review

It has been another year since we flew and here we are again with the preparations to start the course. This year will be very special because MY SECOND CHILD IS GOING TO BEGIN IN CHILDREN, it seems that it was yesterday that I told you that I was born I will repeat the store to buy one of the most special clothes for me, the BABI. I am happy with the quality and the price of this website, gifts that I like to do to children. I have already bought several because it is something that I like a lot and what stays great. Children love to wear their name, it is their special shirt, and ad*lts appreciate the detail of the customization because it is already I have spoken to you on many occasions of stores that personalize their articles and today I would like to present you the new designs of Surely you are all ready with the new course. Today I have had a session of IRON AND LABELS TO MARK THE CLOTHES of the children. It has been the stupid moment of the day. I have become nostalgic by reminding myself in this same situation 3 years ago, when Mateo started in the nursery. I remember the mixed feelings of the moment. On the one hand the mime with which I pasted each label, choosing well the color and the position so that everything was perfect for the big day, while I missed some lagrimilla for the new stage that my baby and I began, what tenderness! . Last year was my first real encounter with the world of babis. In the nursery Mateo already used but there they gave me everything done, there was nothing to think or choose. On the other hand, at the beginning of the Infantile cycle, in the list of material necessary for the beginning of the course there was a robe that, as they explained, they would use in clas* for artistic activities but, above all, it was fundamental for the dining room. This is not the case in other schools where they use the gown only in clas* because in the dining room they prefer that from the beginning they learn to be careful when eating. Personally, and in view of how the babi returned every Friday,