A funny thing happened a few days ago… Daddy and mummy suddenly packed a lot of things into the van, almost as if they were moving house. Then mummy carried me and together with M grandma and grandpa, we locked up the house and drove off! I sneaked a peak at what they brought and found a lot of my stuff there… things like clothes, diapers, steriliser, bottles, bathtub, soap, rocking bed…

Scary. I thought they were giving me away. I decided to play it cool but I kept my eyes WIDE OPEN, ready to raise a din the minute they try to abandon me somewhere. I am sure with the cries I am capable of, they would not get very far. Not even when there are 4 of them against little me.

But nothing happened. When daddy stopped the van, mummy carried me out and we ended up in a lift. It was similar to the one as when we head to P grandparents’ place in Yishun but but, she pressed the 9th floor instead. Usually she presses the 6th but then again, this lift did not have that available either. Hmm. It got stranger as we got out of the lift. Everything was different. We ended up outside this brown door and when we entered, they all said something about that place being our home. Weird.

I was placed on the rocking bed… my eyes were looking all over the place but could not figure out where we were. Later they put me in another playpen and in a foreign room. Strange. Very strange. The next few days got even stranger. Especially on the 17th. Suddenly I see so many people! Some were familiar, I seem to have seen them at the hospital. They came to welcome me soon after I was out. But there were many more new faces.  I heard them saying they were either friends of daddy or mummy. Either way it was good having them around. More people to carry me!!!

Unfortunately they all left and I am stuck yet again with mummy and daddy. Sigh. I wonder when they will come again…? Any clue? Next week maybe?