So here’s what happened on Valentine’s Day. My sister gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. A Valentine baby! She could have given birth the day before but she deliberately waited until the next morning. I thought he looks like Ian Wright, eventhough I dare not tell my sister but I must admit she has been watching too much Globe Trekker of late. So for now, I’m calling him Baby Ian, because the parents have yet to decide on a name. It was a good thing I’ve celebrated Valentine’s Day few days beforehand, but then again when you’re in love, everyday can be a Valentine’s Day with the I Love Yous and whatnot. Anyway, I can say goodbye to my social life for now, because I need to be on guard most of the time because the kids won’t stop kissing and harassing their new sibling. Especially Pinky Fat-Fat who likes to pinch Baby Ian when nobody’s looking.
I am an auntie again for the umpteenth time. *ponders a bit*
