Baby.
Baby.
My baby.
Trisztanka baba.
Tristu baby.
That's all I can think, talk or write about at any length. I hoped this would not happen, but it very much did. I could maybe tell a little about the first book I read after the birth - this detail seems to be more important than title or author. So, Good bye Berlin is fab. Blablabla.
Baby.
Baby.
My cool little baby.
