I have a bit of a head cold, which gives me a good excuse for not hav­ing the inkling to write in here. My head is feel­ing stuffed and my eyes are burn­ing. Not fun, but thank­fully not really bad yet, just annoy­ing and makes me blog unwor­thy

I was flip­ping through the pic­tures I have pre­pared for here, though, and I stum­bled upon that one. It is a few months old, maybe two or three. The Man had just started to eat his hands and we played a race. The right hand is choco­late and the left is vanilla. Little B and I were cheer­ring for choco­late and Ms.Fab and Daddy were going for vanilla. So here we are hav­ing din­ner and Baby Blab explor­ing his new found toys, while we are going „Chocolate! Chocolate!.…Oh, noooo…Go Chocolate.…no! NO! NOOOO!…YEAH! Take choco­late! Thats my boy!”, while the other cheer squat were doing the oppo­site and we were laugh­ing our heads off.  I think he thought we were nuts and that look meant — Can I go back where I came from?

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