To me, every day is Baby Day. I have no more concept of weekday or weekend, especially these few days. Thursday is Vesak Day, so I was at home. Then Friday gotta accompany wife to gynae to remove stitches and some checkup, so I was on leave. Then today is Saturday, when usually I would go for my ballet class - not to dance, but to do piano accompaniment. But I didn't go today. The PC Show is on now, and so is the Great Singapore Sale. But here I am at home, joining my wife in confinement, and I'm not complaining. I even ate the confinement food, which tastes great, except that it's boringly fish, chicken, broccoli, pork and ginger slices.
Naughty Mayenne refuses to swallow her milk
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