To sail on that boat and jump over­board in the name of blog entry frequency.

Mr.Blab: You gonna blog tonight?

ME: Ummm…yeeeeaaaah

Mr.Blab: Its been few days now..

ME: I know. I will. I should. It should hap­pen. Yeah

Mr.Blab: What will you blog about?

ME: Not sure…something

Mr.Blab: Do I get any hints?

ME: Any suggestions?

Mr.Blab: Me?

ME: Yes, you got any ideas?

Mr.Blab: Well, what did you do today…went swimming…the tomato, see, you can blog about the gar­den patch.

ME: I have no pho­tos of that

Mr.Blab: yes, but when you have, you can do that.

ME: But, I dont have any.

Mr.Blab: Yep.

I love the guy, but his ideas suck.

So we are on some ice cream eat­ing frenzy. Not the kids, they are asleep when most of the hor­ror hap­pens. We found this brand and now I think we are in love. The good news is that with the sec­ond tub, I am feel­ing the over­load, so maybe the end of this is near.

Caramel Popcorn is chang­ing. Turning into a lit­tle per­son, you see.

This is where he stands, watch­ing his sis­ters play in the back­yard. Nuding up if at all possible.

„MUM! Did you have to show this? Its in bad taste”

„Its ok, Dodman, peo­ple love lit­tle nakid babies. They go all goo-gaa over them
I think its the lit­tle squishy bums or the tiny lit­tle „dan­gler”, I am not sure”

„Ooooh, now I get it!„
„You are the best mum ever!”

„Yeah, I know”

Sometimes he is just being cute and sweaty.

Other times, just crush­ing my cre­ative pho­to­graphic juices.

But mainly, just try­ing to rearrange the house.

„What else can I touch?”

But in the end it all comes to an sweet, sweaty, calm col­laps­ing mass some­where on my body.

„Mum, can you just leave me alone?”

„Sorry, booba”

You sleep, I will savour.

And savour I did.

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