After careful consideration and especially many test shouts to see if the name holds up when yelling it across the yard in a furious voice (never name your kids with only one syllable, ladies: it's hard to shout and the child doesn't recognise when he's in trouble and is being summoned to face his mother's wrath - lol), we have decided on calling him Oskar.

I'm surprised Laura and Sylwia couldn't hear the boy screaming across the Baltic though. Or even catch a powerful whiff of the milk production plant that is me these days.

Oh, and Miss Mary Dorene could tell you a thing or two about the Virgin Mary and her supposedly blue attire and how much better she looks in red. Hence the appropriate pink booties for the little blond charmer!