My Day

It's Mothers' Day again! How a year passes. Last year, gabe was an angel since he was immobile and lying quietly on his bouncer almost all the time. Papa did him a favour and got the mummy some nice flowers.


This year, he's a different kind of angel: the kind that can make you cringe in embarrassment and frustration but also capable of tugging at your heartstrings in an instant. And again, thanks to papa, mummy got a piece of handmade craft from the kiddo, customized with my very own name on it. They made it at the toddlers' class at Sunday school. The blue heart is a gift from the church.


I said "they made it" because papa was trying hard to get him involved. By keeping the glue and scissors away, by getting him to do small little things, and by helping him write his first message to mummy. Check it out!