Some people don't support standards enough. Some do. And some support them altogether too much. After a while, one waxes poetic, as it were.

1520 CEST. 3kg. 51cm. A perfect baby.

My last blog entry on record knew the heady summer breeze of 2004, and I won't bother pointing you to it as the whole hanky-panky that it concludes is laden heavy with embarrassment. Not that I intend to make this new blog any less embarrassing, just that I plan it to be so in entirely new ways.