To England With Love

To: My Dear Friends From Bristol, England.
Thank you for your monumental love which sent me this suit cos now I look smart every day !
Otherwise I would still be in this (see below) when I go out.

Btw, I overheard Mommie & Daddie whispering that I was made in Enfield (London), so I wasn't made in Bristol ... sorry !!

But still made in England ANYWAY !

My Fair Baby

I pwaise God cos tho I have small eyes,

I weally am ...

Woly-Poly! Wobust ! Wadiant !!!

Weally I am !

(Sorry, I can't pronounce "r" yet. It always comes out as "w".)

Shhh! Don't tell my parents ...

WHAT YOU LOOKING AT?

Can't a baby have any privacy ?

And don't you tell Mommie & Daddie I pee in my bath !

At least I don't poo in it !

Hi From Mommie's Womb !

Here I lay in Mommie's womb ! In the centre is my head and my right hand is stretched out coz I want to say "Hallo!" to you.

If I could say it more beautifully, I'd echo echo echo what the psalmist said to God :

For You created my inmost being;
You knit me together in my mother's womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place.
When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,
Your eyes saw my unformed body.
All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be !

Psalm 139

In Daddie's Arms

Daddie's Arms is the safest place in the world.

Show me a trillion dollars and I'll show you my Daddie who slogs all day at work, looks after me thru the night then cooks Mommie's meals in the morning so she can rest enough to produce all the milk in the world for me and look after me all day long.

He never seems to sleep.

I am now 06kg because of him.

He is now 60kg because of me.

He helps me put on weight.

I help him take off weight.

We're made for each other !

It Takes Love

My Aunt Quinne always says I am a very blessed baby.

How true.

I've got parents who believe that the first 7 years of a child's life are so foundational that they've agreed Mommy should stay home to give me all the milk and personal care in the world.

And because I have this assurance, I sleeeeep like a BABY.

Born On The 17th Of April

Mommy would have loved me to share the same birthday as my Grandaunt Katherine Trackwell but when she told the gynae to take me out of her tummy on the 14th of April (which was grandaunt's birthday), the gynae said "no-no" coz I would be only 37 weeks old. He said if Mommy & Daddy waited till the 17th, it would be safer as I would have just turned 38 weeks old and be a more well-rounded - I mean more well-developed baby.

So the gynae got his way and I ended up being born on Grandaunt Jenny's birthday.

That's the story of my birthday.

Yours Drool-ly, Lukie

Pleased To Meet Me !

I hope Mommy will invite Tatler Magazine to feature me as I am quite a Socialite.

As you can see, I am quite a hit with the ladies who come to visit me. They seem to have this thing for me - carrying me and talking to me all evening.

In turn, I goo goo gaa gaa and beam most politely, ain my BESTEST behaviour.

So Daddy says he will send me to study Deportment to learn to carry myself (actually I still prefer to be carried) and International Public Relations as I certainly have the potential to be the next Ambassador-At-Large for Singapore - that's after Chancellor Tommy Koh retires, of course.

My First Cell Group Experience

When I was 2 months old, my parents took me to their Bible Study Cell Group.

But for the life of me, I still can't understand why they didn't seat me at the table and instead lay me on a mattress on the floor. I lay there fussing, all pouty and angry and red-faced as I heard Mommy update her friends that the paediatrician had said I belonged to the fussy, bad-tempered baby category !

How untrue !

Shoulder With A View

This has got to be my favourite position !

I love being held this way. For me, it's called "Shoulder with a view"

People think I am a 4-month-old baby but I am really just 2 months old.

Blame it on the breast milk which I always over drink !

Unlike Father, Unlike Son !

My hair's punk, his isn't; I wear romper suits, he doesn't; I've got a toothless grin, he doesn't !

"Japanese Baby"

Some people say I look like a Japanese baby. Maybe that's cos I take after my Mommy's looks and people said the same thing about her too !

Salute to ....... The Breast !

My Mommy says I take being breast-fed for granted (don't we all take something for granted?) - not only do I not say "please" and "thank you", but I hit with my flailing arms, yank with my mouth so she can't say I'm her breast friend.

So now, I am under training to show sincere respect for her 24-7 hard work :

Before milk time, I do bend my arm to say SALUTE TO D BREAST !

Daddy's Kisses

You know, my Mommy kisses me 7 million times a day, but that's nothing - tho Daddy is home less hours than her, he kisses me way, way, way more often. He kisses me when he comes home, when picking me up, when putting me down, and before, during and after he says each sentence to me ! That way, he kisses me about 10 billion times, which gets Mommy all upset cos he sometimes gives her one kiss in a day - and that's if he remembers !

A Darling Till He's Hungry

I am a baby who is being breast-fed on demand.

My hunger cue for Mommy is unique. I cry out, "ALIVE ! ALIVE ! ALIVE !"

And if she still doesn't hear me, I up my vocals till the neighbours also hear me. They all know my greatest need is to be kept ALIVE.

But more often than not, when I make my demand, Mommy doesn't come in to feed me pronto so I get really M-A-D !

That's when I change I cry to "A LIE ! A LIE ! A LIE !" to scold her. And she knows it, cos that's when she comes running in and apologises.

To give her her just desserts, I blink my eyes hard at her then turn away to ignore her ! Then I leave her to beg me to drink up !

So there !

That's when I

Super Drinker

They say I'm a

Super Drinker. While babies my age drink an average of 75ml of milk per feed, I can drink up to 210ml per feed. And if Mommy and Daddy don't surrender every drop of it to me, I'd just scream the house down till they do !

I am a baby boy having a growth spurt so I gotta have it all !

I love breast milk so much ... most INTOXICATING !

Pretty Baby

Some people ask Mommy if
I am her daughter ... It's H-I-L-A-R-I-O-U-S !!

Can't they tell I'm a B-O-Y ?!

World-Class Entertainer

With my reasonably good looks and not-much-hair, I reckon I could grow up to be a gynae, a crooner, or a talk-show host like Oprah Winfrey !

Right now, I am already under training to become a world-class entertainer :

Every day, when drinking my milk, I listen hard to Mommy's recital of Jack & Jill, Humpty Dumpty, Hey Diddle Diddle, Cobbler Cobbler, and Jack Sprat (who could eat no fat) rhymes - all recited to the cute clacking of castenets !!