I love it when they clean me up.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Mein Neues Mobile
Ich mag alles was sich dreht, leuchtet, Farben hat oder Geräusche macht. Das neue Mobile ist klasse!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Sentosa: my first trip overseas
Even though you don't need a passport to go to Sentosa, I wouldn't recommend it to anyone unless they have never seen a beach in their lives or lived in 100% humidity. Ah well, I tolerated it as long as they gave me my milk and portable fan.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
I Love Cloth
Oh, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth, cloth. I love cloth.
Thursday, August 11, 2011
My New Sport
My new sport is grabbing. I like grabbing my blanket, my burp cloth, my hanky and anything my hands can reach. Only problem is I don't know what to do with the stuff after I've got them. Ah, who cares.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Du fehlst mir
Hallo Julien,
Papa hier. Du fehlst mir. Werde dir was schoenes aus Kanada mitbringen. Bis naechste Woche.
Hab dich lieb.
Papa
Saturday, August 6, 2011
In The City/ In Der Stadt
Yesterday, Dion and I went to the city, we had lunch at Boat Quay....
well, Dion did, I was busy checking out the babes - I mean, the trees;
this looked like a nice place, maybe I will work here when I am tall enough.
After my photoshoot, we went to Starbucks for a cuppa.
I had my own seat
but Dion had to share. Haha!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Passport Photo
Thanks to Photoshop and the nice aunties at Soo Kee Colour Digital Imaging Specialist, I now have a nice passport photo with eyes open.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Politically Incorrect / Politisch Inkorrekt
Recently I learnt to do something new with my right arm. For some reason, my parents think it is not very nice even though they laugh when I do it. Grandpa didn't think anything was wrong either, as you can see, he was egging me on. I'm very confused.
Kuerzlich habe ich gelernt, dass meine Hand noch mehr kann, als ich dachte. Komischerweise denken Mom und Dad dass meine Geste nicht so nett ist. Opa dementgegen scheint kein Problem zu haben. Er hat mich stattdessen ermuntert weiter zu machen.
So, this is okay?
Ist das ok?
Ist das ok?
How about this?
Oder so?
Oder so?
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