Mummy turns 28, and you enjoy your first sea breezes, in that order

I demand you remember my birthday, kiddo!

Mummy was hatched on 8th Sep in 1983. It was a thursday. Daddy thinks that is the only reasonable explanation why mummy has always had a 'thing' for thursday. Besides that Castiel from "Supernatural" is super hot and is the "Angel of Thursday". If unfortunately you have a little brother who happens to be born on a Thursday, he shall be named after that super hot dude. 

So, let's talk about what you're gonna be doing for mummy on this special day every year. You are gonna wake up bright and early, slip into mummy's bed, give mummy a bear hug and a very wet kiss, tell me I am the person you love most in the whole wide world, and wish me happy birthday! And then you can spend the rest of the day treating me like Kate Middleton. I can consider giving you discounts, maybe it doesn't have to be a VERY wet kiss. On second thoughts, maybe not. No bargaining! After all, mummy does all that the rest of the 364 days!

I'm not sure the fruit will be what it is today as it would be in ten years since Steve jobs has decided to retire and return to Hogwarts this year. But, for now, it is still THE fruit to have.  And your daddy has decided to spoil mummy with this...

My very own Macbook! Complete with the pinkest cutest external disk drive daddy could find! I am thrilled to announce, this is the first post I am writing on this new toy!

I am not looking forward to the day you start fighting with mummy for our turns to launch angry birds from said device and its likes. 

So anyway, that was mummy's consolation for turning 28. Daddy knew exactly how devastated that would make mummy and came up with the perfect plan to cushion the impact. Good thinkin' hubs! 

Oh and the following day, you were treated with a fun-filled (at least I think so) morning at the beach! We were having our annual department family day activity at east coast park. It was your very first close encounter with the sun, sand and the sea! (No, mummy is not asking you to join us to serve in the navy. But of course if you would like to, I will gladly oblige...) 

We could safely conclude you were not a fan of the sun. Not surprising considering your low tolerance for heat. You were squinting your already beady eyes and your tomatoes were starting to ripen after barely an hour. You could have inherited mummy's 'dracularitis' too. No worries, mummy will hunt down the most highly acclaimed SPF 200+ baby sunblocks and make sure we empty half a tube of that before we bring you outdoors next time.