News about my death is greatly exaggerated

I cannot even count the amount of times I was close to pushing "delete" button of this blog. 

Every time I thought "Ah, maybe tomorrow.

"Basically just couldn't do it, although I would have reached the point soon if there wouldn't have been a trip to Scotland. 

Then it came clear at least 5 people are truly fond of my blog and Ott wouldn't have any pictures of him without my photo chronicle. Therefore I reconsidered the "tumour idea" and substituted it with taking the blog as a caravan. 

It's sometimes annoying, but in the end of the day you have a bloody portable home with a mini fridge...

Circus philosophy - sense it makes none.

So Wilma is continuing with the circus.

This picture is perfect for a poster of the world tour, because it is so happy and emotional.

Winter was a rather kind one this year, only two weeks of minus 25°C.

Two months I haven't posted anything. A lot has happened, a lot has melted.

Snow made my fingers numb from joy

Independence day and grandfather's 60th with Zavetskoje.

The official sponsor of the Circus family:

A friend of a friend of a friend, who is now a friend got older and wiser.

(birthdays - a reason to take out the camera + to drink my first beer in a month, btw since january I've had three beers, but who's counting):

Quick, put these hats on, no time to explain.

Circus in Mexico:

Along with spring came positive ideas - maybe the grass is greener on THIS side?!:

Circus family was home alone and babysitting a small kitten.

Also sun lighted up the room, boom!

That nose, that wet nose, that wet soft nose, that wet soft warm nose.

awwwww:

Birthdays everywhere! and the most special one, of the main artist of my Circus.

My plan "wake-him-up-5AM-with-sandwich-cake-and-candles,-run-to-work,-come-back-home-to-pimp-myself-up,-take-him-out-to-our-home-restaurant,-snuggle-until-we-fall-a-sleep" resulted me getting sick the day before and plan B "vomit-two-days-in-a-row" came in action. I somehow gathered my strength for few minutes to bake him a cake, which looked like a giant loaf of black bread with butter.

Despite it all, he was happy.

Few days later I felt better and compensated my "girlfriend fail" with baking like crazy for his birthday party. 

Imagine, how it felt to go to work 7am the next day...:

Sleeping beauty at the party:

see you soon.