Since you know I’m now living the auntie life right now I have to do the aspirational tai tai thing which is go for pampering facials.
Jokes jokes.
But DRx clinic in Sri Hartamas (who has the nicest doctor and staff ever and who is also my beauty sponsor) seduced me with talk of their O2 facial and said I would love it. Hahaha. They know me well.
O2 is actually short for Topical Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy. Using high powered pressure, the facial blasts oxygen to your skin to promote new skin cell growth and to aid the absorption of facial serums and moisturizers into the skin.
The result is hydrated, plumped up glowing skin and the effect lasts for about a week. I’d heard about this O2 treatment at the Mercedes Benz Fashion Week I think earlier this year and apparently loads of Hollywood celebrities do this treatment before their red carpet events! I just didn’t know it was available here.
Sign me up buttercup!
Made an appointment and got my butt over.
Getting my sexy shower cap on.
“You want tater tots with that?” #lunchladyaud
First the beautician Jane cleansed my skin.
She also removed my eyebrows wtf.
(Fighter inherited my non-brows btw. Was hoping he’d get Fatty’s which are thick and dark but sadly no.)
Jane who is gorgeous! You wanna be pretty just work at DRx wtf.
My eyes cannot open wtf.
So there are two steps to this. First is Rejuvenation. Name is self explanatory cos it rejuvenates your skin, targeting expression lines (like I have tons of laugh lines at the corners of my eyes) and producing a firmer, smoother look.
So basically that device that looks like an airbrush shoots out oxygen + serum onto my skin! The nicest facial I’ve had; I normally don’t like facials too much cos the entire time I’d be tensed up anticipating the worst feeling on my face hahaha. But this O2 treatment just feels like I’m getting water sprayed on my face. Super relaxing and shiok!
2nd step is Whitening. Products are a blend of botanical brighteners, antioxidants and some proprietary DRx products which help to balance uneven skin tone. Again the same method is used – the airbrush shoots out the products and oxygen for my skin to absorb better.
The entire process is pretty quick – about 30-45 minutes.
Immediately after the O2. My skin is all shiny and wet looking because of all the serums sprayed on it!
After the facial I immediately texted Joycelyn from DRx who helped me make the appointment. To tell her that this is my favorite facial treatment ever! Not only does it feel very nice haha, the results are instant. D:
While I was still on the bed in the clinic, I touched my face and it felt PLUMP. It felt like my whole face got fatter in the span of half an hour wtf but when I looked in the mirror obviously I wasn’t fatter la. It was just that my skin had plumped up and it was actually bouncy to the touch. If you look at the photo above, my cheeks do have a slightly different shape, sort of higher up making my face look fuller …and younger. Ahem.
You think if I did O2 on my boobs can ah? HAHAHA.
Results last about a week or so and look the best in 2-3 days after, so it’s perfect to do right before an event or special plans where you need to look your best.
We had a Nuffnang blogger photoshoot last week so I purposely timed my O2 treatment right before that hehe.
Face with makeup.
A clearer pic.
Oooh and my hair! Went to 76style for tansan and styling by Hikky before the shoot. Love that my pink faded to this pastel shade. 😀
Wah my ass looks so big here why nobody bothered to tell me I should never ever wear white pants leh! Lol.
Okok focus on my face better WTF. With my taller and hotter twin. ^^
Bobo also did the O2 treatment btw. Is that why we both also so cute wtf.
OOTD – denim cropped jacket and white pants are Topshop, houndstooth top is NastyGal. Speaking of NG I went crazy at their huge sale the other day. Can’t wait for my package to arrive!!!!
Anyway if you’re interested in the O2 facial too, you can check out DRx website or give them a call at 03 6201 3088. Their clinic is at N-1-1 & N-1-2 Plaza Damas, 60, Jalan Sri Hartamas 1, Sri Hartamas, 50480, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
I’m sitting here typing this with one hand and cradling Fighter with the other because he’s been very clingy today — he’s sleeping on my chest and every so often he’ll stir, let out a cry and cling harder to me (usually grabbing my hair haih Fighter please I’m bald enough as it is wtf).
Super clingy la never see him like this before!
All because he went for his first round of immunizations today.
Blisfully unaware in the morning wtf. His face. ಠ_ಠ
His onesie is from our friend Mehlin. Super lucky baby la until today I don’t even own a Ralph Lauren shirt myself. And Fatty’s ones are all fake WTF.
At the waiting room, a sense of foreboding suddenly looms wtf.
No la of course not hahahaha. He was still blissfully unaware and this face is pure coincidence.
Fatty and I on the other hand were quivering with fear. Every time the door to the doctor’s office opened, my heart would start pounding and I felt how I normally feel right before I do public speaking. Although the only speech I’d probably have to do then is to explain to the doctor why I’m crying wtf. How would I… I mean Fighter… be able to take this!?
Fighter and I must still be connected by an invisible telepathic umbilical cord because he started moving his limbs and smacking his lips which meant he wanted to eat. Fighter you so smart! You purposely want to delay things is it! I importantly rushed him through to the back where there was an empty room and proceeded to feed him.
“Jude? Jude’s mommy? You can go in now.”
Oh dammit.
Dr Ananda who truth be told is the nicest doctor ever and who probably saved Fighter’s life examines him.
He finally realizes what’s happening.
I’ve read accounts by other parents who say that their babies were happy and smiling trustingly at the doctors until the second the needle goes in.
Not Fighter. When the doctor swabbed his thigh with alcohol he threw the doctor a death glare and went, “urhprpgpgphpgph”.
Needless to say when the needle went in, it was pandemonium. His face became all mouth and he let out a hellraising wail. Next time I’ll record it and use it as our car alarm wtf.
Jokes aside, it was horrible for us. I kept stroking his hair and telling him he was a brave boy and found myself blinking back tears, while Fatty hovered around looking for an opportunity to swoop in and pick him up and comfort him.
He cried so much he started choking and coughing. T_________T Which agitated him further and he cried even more. T__________T
The doctor finished what he was doing and handed him to me.
And wonders of all wonders it was over as quick as it began! Fighter stopped crying and looked around calmly. And snuggled up against me.
What a brave boy!!! I certainly expected much worse and having to carry him home crying all the way or something. Courageous genes definitely not from me.
My parents told me when I was a baby as soon as I saw the doctor I’d start crying. And that I cried so much the doctor cried too WTF. I don’t know if this is believable or not seriously.
“This doctor is no good, Mommy. Don’t bring me here again.”
Fatty cuddling Fighter while I sorted out his next appointment and the bill.
So far no fever, we’re watching him closely. He’s just crankier than usual which should hopefully pass by tomorrow!
P/S: Idiots on Instagram. I swear there should be an IQ/general knowledge test to pass before you’re allowed on the internet.
Wah actually I don’t know what to blog about but old habits die hard wtf.
Everyday has been kind of the same for me la nothing much going on! And I pai seh tell you my schedule cos everyday that passes, I’m getting auntier and auntier wtf.
I’m the epitome of mom now cos in between juggling Fighter and household stuff and work (blogging also counts ahem), I have no more time for myself! It’s all I can do to apply concealer (to hide my Fighter eyebags) aih I should have gone as a raccoon for Halloween.
To show you how auntie I am, here’s my to-do list:
- Get quote from Mr Tan (because we are converting the study into Fighter’s room officially and moving our study downstairs!)
- Mr Tan to fix kitchen sink
- Make Amazon purchase nursing cover and baby sling
- Post DRx effect (cos I did some laser work the other day)
- Reorganize Fighter’s drawer
But I digress.
Photo update of whatever little I’ve been up to lately!
Now I may have nothing to blog about but occasionally I’d think of doing “A day in my life” themed blog posts where I’d just put down whatever I did that day sort of to preserve memories no matter how mundane (since my memory is quite horrific). That’s why I even have an AudEveryday category on my blog!
But very hard to do cos I’m not used to taking photos of everything I do in a day, and it’s also a huge time commitment to sit down everyday and blog about whatever I did.
So when I saw a few people updating about this new app Dayre I was like OHHHH SET LA.
Dayre’s whole concept is about keeping a diary through your phone. Basically you can update it with text, photos, stickers whatever throughout the day and the app will collate whatever you posted during that day into one “diary entry”
You’ll get it if you use it. So faster download please (search “Dayre” on App Store and Google Play)… and follow me wtf. *whore
I’m in a competition with Fatty over who gets the most followers on Dayre. Obviously I’m winning wtf hahaha but at first he was leading and he was like IN YO FACE wtf… so GAME ON BITCH. He’s going DOWN like the economy.
My Dayre screenshots.
The difference between Dayre and my fourfeetnine.com is that I guess Dayre will be quicker and shorter updates.. but more frequent as well. I plan to use it to really document my day to day — like whether today I dig my nose or not or if I stepped on dog shit wtf. Basically all the smaller stuff that I don’t normally talk about and the uglier pictures lolol i.e. pics I don’t dare post on Instagram cos I’m a popular page ho like that.
And fourfeetnine.com will be for longer… editorials? More of my feelings and opinions, and if I post photos, I would probably say more about them because I have more time.
So it’s quite a nice balance I think. I’m excited!
I was on ntv7’s Bella the other day with Michelle (from Nuffnang) to talk about blogging for money! Hosted by Daphne Iking who is the most beeyootiful Malaysian celebrity to me at least.
See all these adorable shots of Fighter?
Thirty seconds before he spat up… all over me. T_____T
Down my shirt and INSIDE my bra seriously Fighter your aim is so awesome you should be a Walking Dead survivor.
You see his face!!! After throwing up on mommy he’s all satisfied and pleased looking. T______T
The aftermath wtf.
Went for Vivy and Fadza’s baby’s cukur jambul (sort of like our full moon).
Their baby’s party is nicer than our wedding FOL.
Congratulations F & V!
We wanted to give Baby D a little something. Here I am walking up to their house hastily licking the envelope to seal it wtf.
Featured in Singapore’s The New Paper! They interviewed me on cyberbullying and that incident where those two Filipino bitches targeted me and Fighter and called for his euthanization.
Good pictures of us! And hi Wendy’s leg lolol.
Last weekend when Mumsy and Fat Her came over to visit me their grandson.
Ohai!
This pink lipstick looks nice in pictures but in real life I look like a corpse. I’ve finally accepted that my skin is just not made for pink. 🙁
Just a year ago, if you asked me to write a blog post on Kegel exercises, I’d be like what the heck are Kegels?! And if you told me, I’d have stared at you like you were a cockroach and turned my back on you. Hahahaha because that’s how much of a prude I am.
But today I not only know what Kegels are, but am acutely aware of their importance and regret being so ignorant and prudish about them. This post is to educate and hopefully there will be less people like me one year ago. Lol.
I learned what Kegels are during my prenatal exercise classes. When I was pregnant, my doctor told me I needed to exercise or else I’d have a hell of a time giving birth. So ok lo I signed up for classes. I tried a whole bunch of classes – pregnancy yoga, pilates, fitball, etc and they all had one thing in common: at the end of every class, the instructors would dedicate at least a few minutes to doing Kegels.
Kegel exercises are when you do the action of stopping your pee midstream (note: do NOT stop your pee midstream ah not only is it damn painful, it’s also bad for your kidneys). To do the Kegels, you need to hold the pee , let go, hold and let go repeatedly. Those muscles you use are the pelvic floor muscles.
When you’re pregnant, it’s very important to have strong PFM because those are the muscles that hold your baby/uterus in place. And during childbirth, these are the muscles that will push the baby out. The weaker the muscles, the harder your childbirth.
Likewise, the pelvic floor also holds the bladder. During pregnancy, your uterus, heavy with the baby, may press on the bladder and the pelvic floor is responsible for holding your pee so you don’t accidentally pee when you cough/laugh/sneeze. This is what nearly happened to me la ok late in my pregnancy I was hyper aware and squeezed my muscles whenever I sneezed cos if not I think I would have peed my pants lolol.
It’s recommended to do Kegels every day, not just if you’re pregnant but for all women. Cos it tones your muscles, your bedroom life will only get better lol. I did my Kegels whenever I remembered which is not every day to be honest. Guess that’s why I always felt like I was gonna pee my pants hahaha. T_____T
Seriously you can do it anywhere, anytime but sometimes it’s not so effective if people like me still forget. >___> Or worse, you think you’re doing Kegels but actually you’re working the wrong muscle. (Some people may get confused between their butt and vajayjay muscles)
To prevent your effort going down the drain, this is the answer! *ahem*
Bioinfinity’s Vibrance Kegel Device.
I promise you it’s not what it looks like. Lol.
Or is it?
What’s in the box?
This. Again I promise you it’s not what it looks like.
It uhh vibrates but it’s not a vibrator. -_- This is the Kegel device itself.
The rubbery sheaths I marked 1, 2 and 3 in the earlier pic are for resistance training. You start with the sheath 1 and slip it onto the device. Sheath 1 is the easiest resistance (easiest for your muscles to squeeze), but if you’re scared you’re very weak, you can start with no sheath at first. Sheath 2 is harder and if you can do Sheath 3, you’re a Kegel goddess.
Get into position of a crunch and just insert it. If you’re squeezing correctly, the device will vibrate.
I started with no sheath cos I have no confidence lolol. But I guess my on off Kegel practice did me some good cos it was super easy so I put on the rubber sheath the next time.
As soon as you feel you’ve mastered one level, you can move up.
I did 24 sets (recommended) of holding for 5 seconds then letting go for 5 seconds (for stamina) then 24 sets of holding 2 seconds and resting 2 seconds.
Total time is 288 seconds which is less than 5 minutes. Don’t say no time to do!
If you lose count, you can opt to turn on the sound by clicking the button under the device. The device will sound every time you need to squeeze and go silent when it’s time to relax. It’ll take you through the recommended 48 sets as above so you can just chill and follow the sound, don’t need to worry and keep track. ^^
The device and sheaths are made of medical grade silicon and was developed for real medical issues so it is totally safe for use.
I actually participated in the 14 Day #MyVibrance Challenge and used the VKD for 14 days straight!
In the beginning it was easy peasy but every time I switched to a new sheath it was harder to squeeze. And my vibration would become a bit shaky lolol. So I knew my muscle was not that strong and I could rely on the vibration to tell me how I was doing.
I could really feel my muscles working hard! Cannot even see the muscle from outside but can feel tired after a while! Even my back muscles got tired because the pelvic floor is connected to your back and ab muscles.
Another good thing besides having a healthy vajayjay is that Kegels also help you to tone your midsection muscles since it’s all connected. Hello stronger and slimmer waist!
Two weeks later, I feel that my posture has improved! I always hunch but now my muscles are stronger I don’t hunch so much. Plus I carry Fighter around so much and expected back pains but have none so far.
The VKD is clinically proven to be more effective than just doing Kegels on your own — for me, the VKD is not just a visual reminder to do my Kegels, it’s a great way to ensure I’m doing it right. 🙂
Luckily I found this product at the best time – immediately after having a baby. 🙂
You can purchase the Vibrance Kegel Device for RM498 online here, selected SHINS outlets, Healthlane and Constant pharmacies, and most major hospitals. Or call customer hotline at 1700 81 4321 to meet a product specialist.
Or for more info and discussion, head on to their FB page here.
Note: Just a lot of Fighter photos spam musubi wtf.
This is Fighter.
This is Fighter’s backside wtf. And me in my home clothes. God I’m bald wtf.
This is Fighter Bear. HAHAHAHHAHAA.
This was what I put him in for Halloween! (Sherlyn got him this bear suit as a present)
As you can see, Fighter Bear isn’t too happy about being a bear.
Is there a magic potion I can drink so I can turn into a boy again please please please.
No? Even mommy’s milk which is supposed to be magical? Sigh..
Oh well I’ll just lie here and await my fate.
(still lying still awaiting his fate)
Hahahahaha so cute I die!
When I put him in the suit he didn’t seem to know what to do. He stayed daaaamn still and stiff and didn’t move at all. Lololol.
Hello Baby Bear! I’m uhhh Goldilocks wtf.
Now I think about it I should have dressed as Goldilocks to match ah. Too bad no party to go to wtf. *loser
Check out his tail hahaha. Actually he was sooo much easier to hold when he’s in the bear suit! Bigger and not so wriggly hahaha.
Ok that’s all wtf. Thanks for reading this rubbish post!
My title says it all.
So the confinement auntie went home. I was actually quite sad cos I quite liked her! Contemplated kidnapping her but too much work wtf.
She was really quite good la! If I had to go out, I didn’t worry at all. She was awesome at calming Fighter down and taking care of him in general, and did even tiny things that could easily have been done by our maid like wash and sterilize milk bottles, tidy Fighter’s drawer of clothes and even washed the bathroom we bathed him in.
I learned a lot about caring for babies from her! Learned how to bathe him, different ways of burping him, to apply powder to the folds of his neck so there’d be no friction on his skin there, even how to clear his nose with a Q-tip.
And she wasn’t bossy or overly traditional. She’d gently suggest I not do certain things (like swim so soon to avoid a chill) but wouldn’t press it. Best of all, she was an amazing cook. And she cooked for the entire family, not just for me.
Can’t tell if Fighter is missing her or not though. Most of the time he got poker face wtf.
Now that she’s gone though, I finally know what it’s really like to be a mom. *trembling knees
We have a maid so it’s not like I have no help whatsoever. But it’s a job to her after all, however much she likes Fighter, so I prefer to do the bulk of it myself (washing bottles etc not counted la wtf). I’m not even working full time and if those full time job supermoms can do it, by god! So can I!
I do however have a part time job which enables me to work from home (in addition to blogging).
So lemme tell you about my day.
Woke up to a wailing Fighter, fed him for like an hour, then only brushed my teeth wtf. Went downstairs, bolted down some breakfast and sent the confinement auntie off to the bus station.
Then it was time for Fighter’s lunch. Fed him again, ate lunch myself, then changed his diaper. Then realized I disgustingly hadn’t washed my face or showered since morning. And I was still in my pajamas wtf.
Washed my face and did my skincare. Then settled down at my computer with Fighter next to me in the Moses basket to do some work. Fighter suddenly woke up and started groaning and getting himself worked up so I had to pick him up wtf. Then realized he wanted to be fed again so I had to abandon my computer and feed him again.
After feeding he was still grumpy and it was because his diaper was dirty. So ok I changed his diaper (cleverly avoiding the pee this time)… then realized fuck it’s time for his evening bath already wtf change diaper for nothing because I have to take it off again.
Gave him the fastest bath in the world while ignoring his screaming bloody murder (his bath behavior depends on the mood he’s in. Today’s mood is bad. fml). Got him dressed and avoided his pee again, but only because he aimed for the carpet instead of me.
Finally put him down for a nap, and did a bit of work… then it was time for dinner. Wash, rinse, repeat.
And that was how I ended up rushing to finish my deck at 1.30am this morning.
All the pretty photos I post on Instagram? All fake one! Most of the time I look like dog shit wtf.
Most of the time I’m wearing milk/spitup stained tshirt, pee stained shorts (NOT MY PEE LA FIGHTER’S), hair in ponytail, bangs plastered to forehead, with dark eye circles and eyebags big enough to check in as oversized baggage.
FAKE.
(as vegetarian pork)
(actually only 50% fake this one cos that’s a milk stained tshirt right there lolol. Came back from a shoot and straightaway changed into a tshirt to feed Fighter.)
Today’s lesson learned: as soon as you get home, change into your oldest, moldiest tshirt and shorts. Your laundry will thank you for it.
So… Fighter was being relatively cheerful and easy today. Took his milk quietly, burped well and stayed asleep with little to no groaning or grunting.
Until the afternoon, that is.
On the dot, he woke up yelling for his afternoon feed. So ok, I scooped him up and went upstairs to feed him.
He was drinking his milk… but he was also squirming around and sort of squealing (in frustration??) around the nipple. Squirmed until he came off the breast and he was still making frustrated sounds – unusual cos he’s usually super quiet when drinking. I tried giving him the nipple again but he yanked his head away so I thought okay maybe it’s time for a diaper change.
Carried him to the changing table and peeked into his diaper. Yay mommy instincts he did poop!
Carried him to the sink to wash his butt, then brought him back to the changing station. Before I could slap on a new diaper, he peed……… all over the both of us.
Sigh life of a mommy. So I picked him up again, and went to wash him the second time. Got him clean, set him back down on the changing table….. and he peed. On both of us. AGAIN.
Seriously Fighter do you have two bladders or something!?
Totally not expecting the second attack, I think I panicked a bit and started throwing tissues at his crotch.
A few minutes later, the confinement auntie came up, saw me all frazzled and reminded me it was time for Fighter’s bath. She filled up his bathtub while I quickly changed out of my pee stained clothes (into new old clothes), and I gave him his bath.
Bath done, wrapped him up in a towel, dried him, and got his tshirt on. Went to put on his diaper so I unwrapped the towel around his bottom half… and saw the awesome present he’d left for me inside his towel wtf. T___________T
(in case you didn’t get it, he shat in his towel wtf.)
Fighter, you’ve really outdone yourself.
“You don’t say?”
Hahahah dunno whether to laugh or cry. T____T
The universe empathized and later the same day I got this as a joke gift from Fatty’s brother and his wife. What joke gift, this is seriously the most useful thing ever right now hahahaha. Can’t wait to use it please.
But after it all, you’re probably the only person who can pee and shit all over me, and I don’t mind… too much. Lolol.
And I think Daddy would agree with me huh?
In every family, there has to be that one clown not looking at the camera and spoiling the family photo. Lolol.
Before pregnancy …
…I was afraid I would resent my baby for ruining my figure. How superficial I was. Weight can be lost. Babies can NEVER be lost.
Silly mommy.
…nothing could wake me up, not even if the burglar alarm went off in the middle of the night. Now one gurgle from baby is all it takes to have me wide awake and leaping to my feet.
…I never thought I’d be okay with so little sleep.
…shopping was my favorite thing in the world. Now, shopping (for baby stuff) is still my favorite thing in the world.
…I worried about the responsibility of caring for a helpless human being. I was afraid I would forget to feed him, to pick him up from school or something. Now, there’s no way I could forget about him.
…I was worried that having a baby would put an end to any dreams I might have. No more dropping everything and traveling on a whim. No more freedom. Less time for personal achievements in future. How ignorant of me. Now, this baby IS my future. And I have big dreams for him!
Oh all right Fighter, don’t look so surprised.
Okay. ^^
Just what the title says.
It’s time for ChurpOut again! Last year, Cheesie and I were there selling our *ahem* preloved items and this year we’re going to do it again!
Not just our own stuff, but also Foruchizu items at crazy slashed prices. It is a fashion marketplace after all. As for my own stuff, I’m unloading all my stuff that I grew out of/got too fat for (fml thanks pregnancy) AAAND the bigger sized stuff (UK 8 mostly) that I never got the chance to wear, having delivered Fighter early and now cannot fit me anymore.
Besides that there’s also games and performances and a lot of other stuff going on!
Starts from 11am – 7pm. I guess I’ll be there at 11 but may not stay until 7pm (either stuff gets sold off fast or I need to leave to pump milk wtf, whichever comes first) so come earlier okay!
Packing in progress. Our room doesn’t normally look like this!!!! Haha.
Today – October 14 – is Fighter’s EDD (estimated due date) which is the day he was supposed to be born.
He’s 9 weeks old today, or 2 months and 2 days, but his adjusted age is actually 0 days lolol. The adjusted age is important for preemies because his development needs to be measured against his adjusted age, not his actual age. For example, even if he’s six months old, we have to measure his development against a 4 month old baby.
Which is why we’re not really watching or keeping track of what he’s doing. I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about super competitive parents who compare notes about what their babies can do already omg. Luckily we have a valid reason not to compare hahaha.
But I did realize that in the past few days Fighter has been listening to people around him talking. Once the confinement auntie and I were talking above his crib, he was awake and looking from one to the other depending on who was speaking at the moment. Hahahha.
And he’s mad grumpy recently omg. If he’s not sleepy he’s usually in a very sunny mood. But if he’s sleeping or trying to sleep, god forbid if you talk in front of him WTF. He somehow knows the difference between TV sounds and the sounds of real people. We can turn the TV on as loud as we want but if we so much as say two words in front of him, he goes “URGHSFGSHFGSHF” and acts damn annoyed like, “hello? I’m trying to sleep here people.” LOLOL.
Anyway in commemoration of Fighter’s original birthday, I’m spamming my blog with his pictures!
Very cute one, I promise.
Ngawwww
Usually after he calms down from a crying jag, he does this face. -____- Damn funny he looks so suspicious, like “what was that all about?” hahahaha.
Wendy and Qiu came for a day trip last weekend to see Fighter and brought him soooo many clothes! Thank you!!
Most awesome was a music box Qiu found which plays Hey Jude. Thank you Qiu and Wendy and Mike and Josh for making the trip!!!! <3
Even now one week later I think Fighter is already bigger than he is here in Wendy’s arms. :O
Good job, boobies. *thumps chest
Wendy and Qiu were taking turns to hold him. But his face here is like “GET ME AWAY FROM HER” LOLOL sorry ah Babyzilla.
No la hahahha he was actually super cheerful that day cos he got to be cuddled the whole time and fussed over by all the aunties. He shiok la!
This bunch of photos of him melts me every time. T____T He’s especially cute in sleeveless onesies I think! Like gangster baby hahaha.
This set of photos by Wendy who said she’s better at photographing than me or Tim FOL. But really very cute la he looks like a hamburger here so ok la let her win lolol.
(Bibs are still too big for him so we use a towel around his neck. Yellow stains are from him spitting up his vitamins. -_- Lol.)
I think this set was taken by Qiu while I was pumping milk after the auntie bathed him. He hates the bath itself but loves being wrapped up in a fluffy towel and cuddled afterwards. He also likes being cool and fresh hahaha which is exactly like his dad who takes 2424209 baths a day wtf.
My mom insists that Fighter looks exactly like me when I was a baby except his eyes are longer and mine rounder. She sent me some photos so I made a collage. Left is me. Got look alike ah!
And yes, like someone on Instagram said, I am showing you my nipples. Hahhahahaahah.
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