So last week we took Fighter on a little trip – his first ever, in fact! – to Singapore for my mother in law’s birthday.

Last week when we met Vivy and Fadza we asked them how was their experience taking Baby D to Bali.  They said “Never again!” wtf.

Never say never but our trip was…. challenging.

Fatty thinks it’s because we had to take care of Fighter 24/7 (in this case, 24/4 wtf) ourselves but I don’t think so. I don’t really mind the night wakings and midnight feeds but I think it was the being in a new environment surrounded by new people that threw Fighter off.  As much as we tried to keep to his schedule, we also had to work around dinners and lunches… and it wasn’t pretty wtf.

He’s generally quite a happy baby but he has a terrible temper. FOL. Obviously he got it from his daddy wtf *sniffs* So whenever he got angry or upset he’d yell the whole house down.  If I was carrying him I worried for my eardrums.

Photobomb!! One of his happy moments.

Obviously all the photos here are when he’s happy la wtf.  Don’t exactly have time or the presence of mind (or the intention) to take photos when we’s shrieking.

The night before the trip.  Fatty thought it would be funny if we took a picture of Fighter at the airport wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses like a celebrity.  Sadly, his only baseball cap (a present from Rina, Mimi, Lilian, Angie and personalized with his name on the side) is now too small for him even before he got to wear it even once wtf.

A bear hat just doesn’t have the same effect wtf.

One afternoon we took him to see Auntie Qiu and Josh and Pearl Ang, Qiu’s sister who Fatty refers to as Pear Lang WTF.

Babyzilla at work.

He super loves Qiu la cos she played with him for more than an hour straight.  I swear he thought he died and went to heaven wtf.  

Qiu introducing a new stuffed animal to him. 

A Rabbit Friend? For me?

His favorite hobby – chilling on the bed while people hover over him and entertain him wtf.

Adeline (sister in law) aka experienced mommy of 3 kids got him hanging toys to put on his stroller/carrier! Best idea ever because he was totally entranced and gave me about ten minutes to eat my dinner in peace wtf.

Also went to visit Aunty Wendy.

This picture also quite funny cos Fighter looks enraptured by Wendy (yea, he normally likes young pretty girls wtf ಠ_ಠ) and Dash is playing oblivious behind hahahaha.

Now it’s Mike behind wtf.

Here’s BB Dash!  His expressions really damn funny la so complex like that!  Wendy told us he’s very independent normally and not attached to anyone, but at one point when Wendy was carrying Fighter, Dash did a pretend cry so I guess he is attached to her!

He’s so tall now omg. Granted I only saw him once when he was a few days old la wtf but still! He’s half my size wtf.  I’m quite worried that when Fighter gets bigger I won’t be able to carry him but if I can pick Dash up then okay la!

After a few minutes he got tired of me carrying him and put his hand on my chest and shoved me hard wtf hahahahaha. Okok I get the message loud and clear lolol.

Note to self: Buy Fighter more toys that light up and make noises wtf.  He loves Dash’s thingamajig.  I have no clue what to get kids as toys one. :X Because before this not interested in kids one lol.

“Who are you? Where’s my Daddy!?”

“Get away from me you strange man!”

Hahahahahaha hilarious. I was hiding Fighter away in a room so I didn’t see this but Wendy said he’s not used to seeing non-white men WTF really ornot!?

Yea and I was hiding Fighter away for him to take his nap.  I thought all would be well cos we’re sticking to his schedule right?

WRONG!

Fighter woke up from his nap and I brought him out to the living room, where he proceeded to wail unceasingly for absolutely no reason at all. FML.

No amount of coaxing and distraction would do! Sing songs, give him ipad, turn on TV, run around galloping like a horse with horsey sounds, toys, all also cannot.  EVEN MY BOOBS FAILED ME. Felt quite bad about bringing this mini hurricane into Mike and Wendy’s house tbh.

Changed his diaper and couldn’t even get him back into his pants cos he was crying so much.

Therefore this was the best photo we could take of Dash and Fighter together wtf. Luckily Dash was totally unfazed by Fighter’s screaming! He just continued to sit there and chill with his iPad (and the toy in his mouth lolol).

Brought him back to the hotel and he was happy again. ಠ_ಠ

Came home and stopped by my grandma’s place since it was on the way back from the airport. Here he is looking happy again but earlier he started his terrifying screaming again. T____T

On the way home. Probably tired himself out with all the crying. -_-

I concluded that he was probably overstimulated la. New environments day after day, new people meeting and carrying him. When he woke up from his nap at Wendy’s house it was in a strange room which probably disconcerted him.

Then maybe he thought we were going home already but we made one last stop at my grandma’s wtf. If I were him maybe I’d throw a fit too.

Anyway so that was our first ever trip as a family. I will resist saying never again because….yes again! I really need to go somewhere I’ve been cooped up for nearly a year already with no trips anywhere except the occasional one back to Penang (which doesn’t count because it’s always hectic and filled with familial obligations).

Ok that’s all yo.  Trying to catch up with all my due drafts and work, all from one exhausting weekend in Singapore. T___T

P/S: Categorizing this as AudSlave because I sure felt like it this weekend wtf.