World Peace for Maegan

If you are wondering what happened to me? Well, I've been stuck at One Degree Asia. Yes, it's work. Just a fancy sounding name. But, work. Meaningful work.

With over 200 delegates from 18 different countries in Singapore for the 5 day festival, you can imagine how busy all of us at Young Leaders Foundation are. Beyond that, I was also trying to organise my wife's suprise birthday party and my mum's 60th birthday party all within two weeks of my event. And I've barely survived.

Where's Maegan in this whole thing? Well, I've basically been leaving home and coming home to a sleeping baby. Today was no exception. But one with a little surprise.

I've just came home from the accomodation where foreign delegates are staying and each time I meet with them for chats, each time I feel energised and feel that Maegan will have a good world to live in.

Barely 30min ago, I was sitting on a bench with 5 guys. Nothing spectaciular except that they are Pakistani's and Indians. Seeing them laugh and joke with each other is an incredible sight to watch.

Thinking about Maegan, I think she will have a good world to live in. Where this generation of young people can create history by learning love and forgive. I keep thinking about what the future holds for her.

And if my convesations with these delegates are to go by, I think we can potentiall have peace in our world. I like that especailly when Maegan is going to be here for a long time.

So yes, I miss Daphne and I miss Maegan heaps. But hopfully Maegan will look back and see today what her dad has accomplished can make her proud.

That would be nice. :o)

p.s. do check back once in a while, have been busy at the festival. Normal frequency will resume tomorrow.

One Hour

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Between MCYS at Thomson Road to Office at Chinatown, I have one hour to decide what to do. Usually, I'll drive into town and walk around in my playground seeing toys that I dream to have. It's fun walking around seeing new stuff and comparing prices. The playground? Funan the IT mall.

Or, I would normally head back into office squeezing in dinner downstairs at the noodle store while thinking about what we need to accomplish at my next meeting.

But today, I came home. Why? Because I miss Maegan and Daphne.

With One Degree Asia coming up just next tuesday, I've been at the office much later than I normally have. Even if I'm at home, I'm always on the computer checking emails, replying emails and working on documents needed for the Festival. But today, this one hour I have, I came home to see Maegan.

And my reward? A smile when I said "Hello!".

I got to carry her, play with her, cuddle her all within this one hour that I have. And Maegan was great. She was being wiped clean by my helper when I first came back, she changed into a really beautiful outfit and she laid in her cot looking at me when I talked to her. She's simply adorable.

It's a great feeling being dad. The time you spend, the little that you have sometimes, with your child is wonderful. I enjoyed coming home in between meetings. If I get the chance, I think I'll do it again. No doubt about that.

And yes, I even had time to write this post. See the first sentence? That's when I was blogging while carrying Maegan.

Hmm.. you can say I was B.U.I. - Blogging Under Influence. :o)

Happy Birthday Mummy!

Today, Maegan turns two months old and tomorrow, Daphne turns 29.

Yes, my lovely wife whom I am well pleased turns 29 tomorrow. She has finally caught up with me. She's been chasing me since day one you see. :o)

I've got everything planned for tomorrow. I've asked Janice to help me book the restaurant that she likes called Bukunero but couldn't even get thru and we turned to our next alternative which was Wild Rockets which I knew she liked. Wanted to keep it a surprise but it seems that after 3 years of marriage and a baby later, you sort of want her to have what she likes and not simply to surprise her with something she may not like (which sometimes happens).

So I found two of her favourite restaurants, booked us for tomorrow's dinner and made the choice available to her. Wild Rockets or Restorante Valentino. Both of which she mentioned so many times but we never had the chance to try. Still waiting for her choice. I guess I'll find out tomorrow.

Funny thing about celebrating birthdays after being parents is that you change the way you celebrate for each other.

What do I mean? Well, I'll be saying to her "Happy Birthday Mummy" instead of my usual "Baby". It's the same for me when Daphne took me out for dinner and wished my "Happy Birthday Daddy." The fact is, we actually enjoy calling each other that.

It has become a term of endearment of sorts. Interesting isn't it?

The other thing is the amount of planning needed to spring a surprise.

It used to be just two of us but now, we have a helper and a baby that needs milk every 3 hours. Dinner needs to be well timed for in between feeds the plan is that once she gets her 6pm feed, we farm Maegan out to her grandparents and I'll whisk my darling wife to the restaurant of her choice, spend 30mins choosing from the menu, 3omin to gobble down the food, 30min to finally get the attention of the waiter to serve dessert, get the check, rush back to grandma's to pick Maegan up to whisk her home for her 9pm feed. Phew... the day hasn't even started!

I guess what my friends say is true. Our lives do change a great deal when our baby arrives. Ours have changed quite a bit. But somethings don't change.

Celebrating Daphne's birthday is still a big thing for me. And now that she is the mummy of my daughter, my love for her seems to grow even more.

Even if her breast is now exclusively reserved for my daughter and that her attention now is split between me and Maegan, I love my wife because she's the best wife I ever had. She's my favourite wife. She is .... oops... she's my only wife :o)

Honestly, I count myself a very blessed man. I have a wife whom I love, who I can count on when I'm down. Who lets me play XBox when I'm stressed. Who massages me when I'm tired, pick up my rubbish I leave behind, reminds me not to forget my mobile when I leave home, gets breakfast done for me when I wake up, calls me in the office just to see how I'm doing and more importantly, love me despite all the noise I make when I sleep.

Many friends never fails to remind me how blessed I am. How true.

I'm a blessed man to have Daphne as my wife. And this blog being my journey as dad, I think it's appropriate for me to say on record how much I appreciate my wife and how much I love her. For my journey being dad wouldn't be complete without Daphne being mum.

So baby, if you are reading this, I love you heaps! :o)

Happy Birthday Mummy! From Maegan and Me.

Feeling jealous but ...

What do you do when your baby cries in your arms but stops when your helper carries her? How would you react when your baby looks for your helper instead of you? You gave birth to her, you paid for her delivery, you work your guts off buying her all she needs and she feels more comforatable with someone else.

Jealous? Yup, that's how we feel sometimes. Daphne and me.

In the modern world of parenting, ok ... more so in Singapore, having a helper means a lot of what we parents used to do daily is being assisted by a helper. She showers her, cleans her, change her, carries her and soothes her. Everything except feeds her.

With two parent, one working till late, and the other, heading back to work, there isn't very much choice we have but to have a helper we can trust. And honestly, I'm thankful that Maegan likes Nina. I'm even more thankful that Nina dotes on her.

But do we still feel jealous? We do.

It doesn't change a bit how we are as parents. We still carry her, we still love her, we still cuddle her, we still play with her and Daphne still feeds her. Jealous we may feel, I acutally think that it's not that big a deal.

Really, one can outsource care giving but one can never outsource parental love. And a child, learns over time to discipher the difference. There is a huge ocean between care and love. And jealous we may be of how good she is with Nina, I know for certain that no one can replace the love we have for her. Not Nina, not her cousins, not even her grandparents.


There are only two persons in this world will love her more than anything else. And that's us as parents. And even at her age, I think Maegan knows that. She knows that we will love her no matter what she does, she knows she can be naughty with us, she know she can complain to us and keep us awake all night, she knows she can cry till we drive her all the way to Beauty World in our car just so that she would sleep. She knows. And maybe because she knows, she makes full use of it, like making us pamper her more!

So for now, I'm happy that Maegan has someone that takes good care of her when Daphne and I are out working (Daphne's starting work soon by the way). But when 7pm comes, the two persons that comes home are the only ones that can love her the way we do.

And just in case you wonder who they are, it's us. :o)

A Daddy's Prayer

Every dad has a prayer. This is mine.

Our baby who ought to be in bed,
Maegan be thy name.
Thy poo-poo come,
Thy wail be down,
In here, as it is in the neighbours.
Give us today our daily smile.
Forgive us our inabilities,
As we forgive all the sleepless night
you have given us.
Lead us not into believing your bluffing cries,
But deliver us from your grandma
For you are the cutest and prettiest baby,
Today and forevermore.
Amen.

Prayer does wonders. Not sure about the above but at least it should bring a smile to someone. For that, I'm happy. Amen.

A Singaporean Dad

What makes a Singaporean Dad?

For one, the rate in which he starts making big decisions about house, career and the future just so that he can get his daughter into the primary school of choice.

I cannot recall any of my Aussie, Kiwi or any daddy friends that I have who are not Singaporeans, or at least not married to a Singaporean, think the same way as we Singaporean Dads do. And I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in this.

You see, my conversation with Daphne over lunch today centred on Maegan's future. We are wondering if we really have to send her to a PAP kindegarten or can we afford to send her to a more renowned one like Julia Gabriels which charges an unbelievable price of $800 per month. That's what I will pay for Maegan for two whole years if she goes to a PAP kindergarten like her old man. A proven brand name that has been in prominence since independence and boast of Singapore's largest alumni. Meet any two friends and chances are that two of you studied in PAP kindergarten.

Knowing that we are probably very capable of affording the best for Maegan, i.e PAP Kindergarten (did I mention that they are a proven brand name and boast of the largest alumni in Singapore?), our discussion moves on to the primary school that she should go.

In Singapore, staying within a 1 or 2 Km radius from a school means you have the highest chance of getting a place in that school. We stay 1 metre away from a really good school. St Michaels Primary School. Problem is, it's a boy's school.

So we start identifying which school we want her to go. The Raffles Girls Primary, the Nanyang Primary, the Henry Park primary and ... we stopped. I forgot that there is this really stupid and unfair ruling that you need to own the address that your child is registered and you cannot rent the place. That effectively rules out a majority of us who are not in the position to afford houses in within 1 or 2km near these schools. Ridiculous rule.

So where does it leave us? Many other primary schools that are very capable of educating Maegan the same way as they did for me and Daphne. Perhaps, in our fascination with what we think is good, we fall into the very trap that makes us all Singaporean. In that the future of our children is crafted, engineered and decided based on meritocracy and status, in what WE deem to be best for our kids. And the best part of it all, the child is all of 8 weeks old.

What makes a Singaporean Dad? A bloke that peers into the future of his child and imagining possibilities but constantly peeps into his bank account and realise, some are but mere dreams.

Sad but true.

Getting Unstuck

Maegan's getting more talkative today. She's been making all her chattering noise with her grandma who seems to be the person that she likes to "talk" to. She also found a new game with Daphne in which she would have milk dripping from her mouth and when Daphne wipes her face, she would smile. Seems to be spilling milk just so that her mummy would take the hanky to wipe her. Just like a game.

All that is missing from the above is ... me.

It's so fun hearing from Daphne all about Maegan when I came home from work. All the things she did, she smiled when she cleans her and how she was a great baby when Daphne brought her to her previous work place.

It's fun to hear all the stories but I wish I'm with her instead of being stuck in the office at 11pm. I wish I saw her smile and play instead of sorting out which Asian delegate is coming and which is not. I wish I could hear her chatter instead of hearing reports and updates about our upcoming event called One Degree Asia (www.onedegreeasia.org).

I so wish I was home. So much so that during our late dinner, I took out Maegan's photo to show everyone.

It's been a busy time recently at work. It happens when events are round the corner but somehow, with a baby at home, you sort of want to be home with your baby and her mummy.

You wake up in the morning and she has finished her morning feed and sometimes playing, but mostly sleeping. You finish your breakfast and if you are lucky, you get to hold her and play for a couple of minutes before it's time to leave for work. You work on an overdrive and you come home to a sleeping baby and all you see of her are the images of her during the day through the stories shared by your wife.

Not quite the dad I want to be. Inevitable at times but truly, not my preference. There are times that work demands more time out of me but when it comes in expense of my time with my family, I like to think I have a choice to choose family first.

So, I'm choosing to get unstuck from office tomorrow. I'm staying in a little longer in the morning. Hopefully, I can take Maegan out for a stroll in the park and play with her. See her smile and giggle when Daphne wipes that hanky on her face.

And maybe if I'm lucky enough, she might just "talk" to me. Now that would be nice. :o)

Imagining the future

Who do you think has the greatest imagination in the world today? In my opinion, Parents.

Parents I think have very wild imaginations about their baby. Daphne and I are no exceptions. I'm probably the worst. What do I mean? Read on.

If you have read my previous post about Thinking Funny, I often imagine what Maegan would be like when she grows up. And the little things she does spurs that imagination. This is what I mean.

When she smiles with the sweetest smile ever, I think that she would become a model.

When she punches me when I carry her (yes, she punches her dad), I think she would be a great female boxer. Not that I like that very much.

When she swings her hands rapidly when she's lying in her cot, I think about her being a professional swimmer.

When I hold her and see the length of her fingers, I tell Daphne that she could possibly be a great pianist.

I'm not alone. Daphne's the same. She sees her movements and believes wholeheartedly that she would be become a ballerina.

Recently, her legs starting actively moving rapidly and I say to Daphne "do you think she will become a professional athelete?"

I don't think we are alone in our wild imaginations. Remember how in ancient times parents will let babies pick certain items to see the future they will have? Nothing much has changed since then.

So I think I'll keep on imagining how the future will be. It's kind of fun actually. The scary thing is worrying about which one might come true.

Professional boxer? I would prefer the ballerina if you ask me. :o)

Remembering Dad

Today one of those significant days on the calendar that stays with you forever. 9 July marks the death anniversary of my dad. 12 years ago today, my dad passed away in Manila Philippines when I was only 17, going to Poly. My dad was 48.

Every 3 years, my mum would publish his obituary in The Straits Times and this year is the same. Except that since the last one, we have now three grand-children to his name. Troy, Dawn and Maegan.

Really, it should have been four. Mattheus name should have been in there.

Whatever it is, today also marks the first time I remember my dad as a new dad myself. It makes one enter into a reflective mode of sort. For me, the reflection was on how great it would be if my dad got the chance to see Maegan.

My dad was one of the self-made man who took care of his siblings because his dad died young. He was the bread-winner of the family for a while and became the father-figure to many siblings.

I recall every year on the second day of the Chinese Lunar New Year, all my relatives will come over our place and celebrate. Dad would cook (he's a fabulous cook) all the yummy stuff. One year, we had popiahs, another year, would be his favourite chilli crab. Food was endless as it is one of his love. And so was mine.

Dad was quite a dad. I'll always remember the $1000 bag he bought mum from Hong Kong one year. The time where he bought be a small electric piano that he left in the boot for me to search. I'll remember the mango tree that he planted in our house along Rifle Range Road that only bore fruit after he passed.

More importantly, I remember the times where I knelt in front of his bed when I did something wrong. The times we spent at the driving range learning golf together. The times when I caddied for him in Green Fairways. The times I spent going around with him during my school holidays. The time when he spoke fondly of me to his friends.

So many memories, so little time we had together.

When Maegan turned one month in June, I went around with my mum to distribute cakes to all our relatives. Part of a chinese custom to celebrate the one month birthday of the baby. We took a box to the temple where dad's ancestral tablet was and I stood there looking at it and saying to him how I wish he could be around carrying Maegan.

He would have been a proud grandfather. A cool one too. He would have spend countless money buying toys for Troy, Dawn and Maegan. He would carry pictures of them in his wallet and show to his business friends. He would be a great grandfather.

So as I read his obituary today, I remember dad, with me being dad myself. It's weird but you see things different when you have a child of your own. Many things that you couldn't quite understand when growing up about dad now becomes a whole lot clearer when you become one yourself.

And inevitably, you see a little of the old man in yourself. Both good and bad. (The good is the way we love our wives. The bad is the way we drive)

Today, I remember my dad of whom I wish I had more time with. At the same time, my journey with my with dad helps me put times in perspective about my time with Maegan. I can't take health for granted. I can't take the time I spend with Maegan for granted. Honestly, I can't take anything for granted.

For 9 July reminds me that the important aspect of being dad is not the amount of things you can buy for your child, or the amount of inheiritance you can leave behind, it reminds me that what is important in life is being there for the one you love. The moments you live together, the memories you both create.

While my dad and mine was relatively a short one, I intend for Maegan and mine to last much longer. I want to be there when she needs my help in studying. I want to be there when she graduates from university. I want to be there when she first bring a guy home. I want to be there when she gets married and walk her down the aisle. I want to be there when she carries her first child. I want to be there when my first grandchild is born. I want to be there whenever she needs me.

It's a journey I'm looking forward to. A journey that creates memories that lives forever.

So today, I remember Eric Tan Soon Poh. 1946-1994. My Dad.

A "Small" Present from Maegan

On my birthday on Friday, I took one firm step in my journey being dad. I changed Maegan's diaper for the first time.

Not quite Daddy501 yet but I have found that diaper change is both an art and a science.

On Friday while waiting for cell group friends to come, Maegan started on one of the "clean me I've peed!" cry. She's fussy about her diapers and the moment they are wet, she wants to be changed.

The problem was, she was in my arms when she was crying. Daphne was showering and Nina my helper was in the toilet. And I was ... stuck. I had a choice to make. To wait for either Nina or Daphne to come out, or I could do it solo.

Seeing Maegan's upset face, I decided that I was going to embark on my first foray into the world of diaper change.

Finding out there there were two types of diapers wasn't a good start for me. One was unfamiliar and small while the other looks like the same one that she's wearing. The latter has to be right. Found the pail of water and cotton that I was to use to clean her and I laid everything within reach.

With all the aparatus ready, I started. Unbuttoning her jumper, I undid her pampers, cleaned her with the wet cotton. "Always downwards" was what I recalled from my antenatal class. It's almost an art form knowing how to hold both her legs in one hand while cleaning with the other hand.

Once she is nice and clean, I took the new familiar looking pampers and placed her on it. After some moments of wondering how to undo the sticky tape portion, I managed and triumphed in my first diaper change moment for my princess stopped her wail.

Maegan's happy now. And so was I.

On my birthday, I changed her diaper successfully. Having said that, I realised when I read the fine print of the Being Dad course materials, diaper change occurs not only in Daddy501 but also in Daddy201.

The difference? Pee and Poo. And on Friday, Maegan's birthday present to daddy was ...

A small one.

Growing Up

Daphne and I were just lying in bed going thru all the photos that we've taken since Maegan was born. 574 in total to be exact and still counting. More importantly, we are amazed how much she has grown.

I guess when you are with her everyday, you see her as she is. A growing baby. But when you look back at some of her photos, you can see so much has changed.

So i thought I share some photos of Maegan growing up over the last 7 weeks with you. Brought us much joy. Hope she brings a smile to your face too.

Enjoy!

:o) Glad she made you smile.

Birthday Dad

I turned 29 yesterday.

For the first time, I celebrated my birthday as a dad. Two years ago, I celebrated my first birthday as a husband and now, I celebrate as a dad.

Daphne paid a somewhat surprise visit to my office yesterday with Maegan and our helper in tow. Somewhat a surprise because she spilled the beans the night before. :o) Hence I knew they were coming but I just don't know what she was up to. All I knew was lunch was on the menu.

So on my birthday, Maegan visited her dad's office for the first time. She slept and cried most of the time but I did manage to get the photo I wanted, her on my office chair. The office chair that I inheirited from my dad when he passed away some 12 years ago.

Amidst all the flurry of work, meetings, deadlines and to-do lists, we celebrated my birthday together. Everyone in the office sang the birthday song and when candles are blown, cake is cut, photos are taken, lunch eaten, everyone went back to work. Including me.

My cousin asked me via sms "how's it like celebrating your birthday as a dad?". My answer? Nice.

It's a great feeling holding your baby and singing to yourself the birthday song. You feel that you have finally grown up of sort and that being dad and celebrating birthdays now seems to count forward towards being old(er).

Another thing about being dad and celebrating birthdays is the kind of presents you want to have. Funny it may seem but every birthday present wish you have now has a relative comparison to what you can get for Maegan of the equal value.

A new watch or a 3-wheeler stroller? A new wallet or 3 packs of pampers? A new car or Maegan's University education fund? A Mac Mini or a iPod Nano for Maegan? Hmm.. that's an easy one.

Either way, you seem to run into endless mind games and comparisons of prices, needs and wants. Either way, Maegan comes up tops.

So, for my birthday this year, I've know what I want for my birthday.

An XBox360. Surely Maegan would love that! :o)

Maegan's first passport photo

If there is anyone photo that makes Daphne and I smile with the broadest grin and laugh heartily, it would be this one. Maegan's first passport photo.




She's adorable isn't she?

I was in the middle of a press interview when a SMS came from Daphne announcing Maegan's first passport photo being taken. From the sound of her message, I knew it was good but it wasn't until I reach home that I saw how cute she looked on this photo.

She's so cute that my mother-in-law even took a photo from the stack before we even said it was for her.

I know I'm rambling but I guess I'm entitled to, don't you think?

:o) Just a really proud dad with a really cute daughter. (And yes, a really pretty wife)

World Cup and Me

I realised that there is a lot of similarities between the 2006 FIFA World Cup and me being dad. It's true. Lots of similarities.

For one, all the action takes place between 11.00pm to 5.00am. Maegan starts her midnight shows about the same time as the 11.00pm game. It is during this period of time that she wants to be awake or at the least, be cuddled to sleep. No amount of pacifier, mozart or patting works. It has to be someone carrying her.

Secondly, the whole world is talking about them. Everywhere you go, people talk about football and World Cup. Every Daphne and I go, people talk about Maegan. If it's about football, it's about Germany winning. If it's about Maegan, it's about us losing.

Thirdly, it's the first thing you wake up to see and the last thing you see before you go to sleep. If you miss last night's match, you wake up and search for the results and with Maegan, you wake up to see if she has grown another centimeter.

Both of them are so similar it's scary. And knowing other dad's like me, we both love our daughters and football. We know our priorities but you cannot deny that we are absolutely passionate about both.

This World Cup, we also see lots of favourites being kicked out at various stages, Spain, Holland, Brazil, Germany and England (ok.. we should take England out of the list of favourites winning). Try as they can, they somehow fail at the final attempt.

Similar with me and Maegan. Try as I can in putting Maegan on a routine of sleeping, she just keeps waking up. And she does, she cries and wails. We tried to leave her crying but a parent can withstand only so much. For us, it's 20 - 25 mins.

Like many teams in the world cup, we show lots of promise and talents. But when the crunch time come, we seem to fall short in our attempt. Probably, our match with Maegan is like the England and Portugal quarter-final game.

So much hype about how England will fair and with Portugal never winning the World Cup, the odds are stacked against them. And England tried. And tried. And tried. Right through extra-time, England could not break down Portugal.

And to the penalties it went. England's record of penalty wins are a dismay. So were ours with Maegan. With history set to repeat itself, Carrager misses his penalty and I lost the match carrying a smiling Maegan in my arms at 1.00am in the morning.

There is just so much similarity between the World Cup and me being dad. Like a English football legend once said "Football is twenty two grown men kicking around a silly ball for ninety minutes and at the end of it ... "

Maegan wins.

Do babies dream?

One of the things about being a new dad is that everything seems interesting to you. Every little expression, every little sound, every little movement all makes an interesting topic for discussion.

My latest one is this: Do babies dream?

Why this question? Well, Maegan smiles to herself when she sleeps.

It's true! She would be fast asleep in my arms and when I look at her, she has this half smile that she does. It happens so fast that you miss it most of the time and I get thrilled each time I see that. Is she having sweet dreams?

Sometimes, when she's sleeping, she would shudder and her arms in the air and cries a little before calming down and back the quiet sleep she's in. It sounds and look as if she's having a nightmare but I can't be sure.

We only have dreams because of events that we go through during the day or week. We remember it and recall it during our dreams. But babies at six weeks have very little to think about so do they really dream?

If they do, what do they dream about? Most of our dreams includes conversations but babies haven't learned words so how do they dream?

I'm curious. All my web search only surfaced studies and findings about baby dreaming during REM (rapid eye movement) phase much like we do as adults but no signs of anyone stating what baby really dream about.

I'm just curious if Maegan really do dream?

I'm pretty sure she does. And it's really probably about how her dad carries her to sleep at night or grandma playing with her. Sweet dreams or nightmares. Which is which?

I'll let you decide. :)

Baby Manifest

How can someone so small, need so much things?

Chances are, if you a new dad like me, you will be astonished just how much we need to carry and prepare in order to go out for a walk with the baby.

All of 54cm and 4.25kgs, Maegan's entourage of people and stuff seems befitting of that of a queen. Here's the Baby Manifest that the Tan family need to make sure we have before we even step out of the door.

1. Pram
2. Car Seat
3. Diaper Bag
4. 3 new diapers
5. 3 set of clothings (one for change, one for warmth and one for emergency)
6. 2 pacifiers
7. Water feeding bottle
8. Changing mat
9. Diaper cloth
10. Blanket
11. Extra mittens
12. Extra socks
13. Hand towel
14. Musical Elmo (for the pram ride)
15. Beanie (if it's a night outing)
16. Camera (that's my requirement)

That's not all. When reaching the car, we start the engine and the aircon for her, strap her car seat properly in the back seat and slowly place her in. We turn the radio station to Symphony 92.4 and drive with so much caution I feel like I'm a women (oops.. that didn't come out right ;) just kidding!)

Considering the fact that she is accompanied by her dad, mum, grandma, grandpa and helper, she does have a lot to surround her just to go out for ... an hour?

Incredible.