As for me, and by me I mean Magda, not JDS for a change, NaBloPoMo opens a totally new perspective. Since November this year has coincided with some unprecedented as well as quite regular sicknesses in our modest household, living up to the challenge might be a problem. Hence my involvement, which I need to apologize for to all those who read the weblog for the pleasures of being presented with a really lame picture a piece of good writing.

There is a woman on the internet who posts pictures of her dog balancing objects on his head. Every day. If it hadn’t been for her good writing I would consider her, well, eccentric. Yet, who’s not? Recently though, I had this wonderful revelation: Wait a minute, people, I can do that too! I have this son who passionately stuffs his mouth with whatever he comes across of the right size. Six long seconds of emotional enthusiasm for the idea later and a sad conclusion came: Booooooring, isn’t it? So the idea was killed on the spot. Until a few days ago.

So here’s our son:
Dr Zoidberg 2
Let’s not go into details concerning the origins of the THING in his mouth. Let’s just not. OK, if you must know, click here, but you do it at your own risk and don’t expect a lavender panel.
The striking resemblance to Dr. Zoidberg cracked us up so much that we just couldn’t stop taking pictures.

Dr Zoidberg 1

And more:
Dr Zoidberg 3

The funny thing is, though, that with the THING in his mouth Alek gets sucked into long periods of being an I’m-not-here-at-all-so-don’t-worry-mama baby. Great, twenty minutes for me to relax with my feet up frantically check my e-mail / file my fingernails / pee without assistance.

The THING in the mouth / Dr. Zoidberg idea, though, has been strangely familiar since it happened for the first time those two weeks ago or so. It is more than embarrassing to admit that my baby is not that original, but just because of those fantastic 20 minutes in a row, I have to say this: Thanks, Konrad.