That's my Dalkin

I admit I have a soft spot for young infants. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Sometimes I look at my neighbour's toddler and feel like making her my god-daughter.



The shy girl

Today I found out that I didn't need to do that anymore. My extended family just got a little more extended 5 days ago.

And so we made the journey all the way down to the west, to visit my uncle , my auntie and their new born baby.


Move out troops!

I think at this point of time I should elaborate a bit on my uncle Paul. He got to know his wife in myanmar during his business stint there.My grandma wasn't too happy about it at first, but I suppose she got used to it. Normally my sister and I call her Aunite Papa. I know it sounds like Aunite Dad, but that's just the way things are.


Australia, New Zealand...

Apparently, my uncle Paul hasn't really settled on a proper name yet but for the sake of this post we'll just name him Dalkin, the very first name he came up with. I told him jokingly when he spelt the name that it sounded like Daikin, a well respected brand of air conditoiners.

" It's the name of an Irish Saint you know?," he said indignantly.

Well, at the very least he had not planned on naming him Nelson Tan. This poor guy in my primary school class was not spared the "Nao Sheng Dan" (chicken lay egg) joke even on the last day of school.

Judging from their expressions , I don't know who were happier. The baby's parents or my parents.



Recounting the times she was in KK women's hospital- must have been happy times.

I was supposed to take truck loads of pictures for our family's viewing pleasure but superstitions about cameras taking sleeping subjects superceded me. Something about souls and cameras (cough) . But boy did that little guy sleep alot.The family's new bundle of joy even fell asleep while drinking his milk, which took all of an hour. Yes. He's a guy all right. I suppose my uncle thought it was going to be a girl because his cot was basically totally pink. Even his mittens.

But the thing that struck me most was how tiny his hands were. He looked so fragile I was afraid if I touched him he might burst- like a bubble. And the way he burped after drinking his milk. That was cute. It sounded more like a hiccup to me though .


One of the very few times I caught him awake.

The little guy has got an army of his own taking care of him. There's the nanny who tends to him. There's the maid, who cleans up after him. There's his parents. And there's...

Erm. That's about it. But still, four people is a bit too extravagant.

Just how extravagant exactly?



Even his bottles are kept in my uncle's highly prized wine refrigerator


Proud, happy parents

Come next week, his parents are going to bring him to a fortune teller to get his name. But I already know his future. And I don't need no cockatoo.

The little guy is going to have a good life.