Privileged

I've always thought gabe to be a very privileged baby. We take him out so often he's been to quite a few major shopping malls in town, quite a few homes of our friends and family and of course, to try on quite a few baby chairs in the places his parents eat at. He's been in cars, taxis, on the bus and the mrt. I mean, he goes gai gai very often loh! And add Melaka and the coming Japan trip to that...

Anyway, on his 7th month-day, derod and I decided to take him to Vivocity. So began the preparation of dressing him up, getting his porridge in the thermal carrier and in our flurry, we forgot the camera! But we figured since we're hitting the same venue two days later for ah tu's farewell dinner, we'll just pretend the pictures were taken at the same time. You can tell where the break is since he wears two different sets of clothing.

"Papa thinks he's still young, like me"

"Superman me! But why does papa keep saying "doom doom doom" when he hits my butt??"

"Poor papa he must be so hungry. Steak's coming. Wait ok?"