Just thought I’d share a picture of Adam with you guys. Here he is at Istana, on last Labor Day.
Now in his sixth month, he’s 9 kg and 75 cm. His height is already more than half of mine. In short, he’s BIG, but not that kinda big. His height and weight percentiles are evently matched–both are over 90 per cent.
Who knows, I could be weightlifting champion by next year!
I was just taking Adam for an afternoon stroll around the pool downstairs. As well as meeting his usual friends, we saw a middle-aged woman with his (I think) grandson.
Me: “So cute. What’s his name?”
Woman: “******. Are you Indonesian or Filipino?”
Me: “Indonesian.”
Woman: “But you can speak English, ah?”
Me: (Quickly before she thought I were Adam’s nanny) “I can, my husband is European.”
Woman: “Oooh!” (looking confused)
Woman: “So the baby is Chinese, rite?”
Me: “*$@^&^$#+_>X”:!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
