First born son
Before Baby Blab, this was a female kingdom. Mr.Blab might have had some thoughts of equality and maybe there was some of his masculinity still intact, but the fact was that we ruled. We had the numbers on our side – after all even the car is Pretty Betty Blue, not The Beast, as he liked to pretend its called, until he gave up.
So the arrival of another male might have caused us some concern. I admit, we had our moments of fear and trepidation of what this would mean for our gentle surroundings. Not for long.
Fast forward to today. My daughter may or may have not been wrapping a love heart fabric around Mr.Blab’s first born son. I might have unwillingly helped her do it right, but maybe I did not. And if I did, I had no fun with it. From then on its entirely possible that there was some more fun to be had and a camera was whipped out, but who knows with these things.
I may or may have not peed my pants today.