Went to visit a friend who popped out a baby and it was perfect timing. The baby was up and not crying and Mommy was up and cheerful.

MashaAllah…

Something about fresh babies. They’re sooo pure and sinless and a blank white sheet. But more importantly, omg I would like to exchange skin with a newborn baby. Their skin is so soft, egg shells would be embarrassed.

Isma and baby K.

We thought she’d be bored of flowers and baby stuff, so we got her funny presents instead.

Slimming lotion! Hahahahaha

For flabby tummy and body shaping.

And of course we can’t forget Dad!!

Earplugs.

HAHAHHAHAH

Anyway, I am going to give up holding babies. Seriously, it’s not fair. When Isma held her baby, she was so quiet. When she passed her to Dean, baby K even smiled a little!!

When I held Baby K exactly the way they held her, she cried!!!!!! Two seconds and the crying fest started!! It’s so unfair!! What is it with me that babies hate?!!

WHATEVSSSS!

Pfftttt.

Dean’s wearing a Gallo shirt. He stepped up for Baby K! Hehe.

Also, Isma told her labour story.

And left me like this.

SO MUCH RESPECT FOR MOTHERS. SO MUCH.

All dads should buy their wives flowers everyday.