I love babies, then again I love anything small, cute and cuddly. Just wanna squeeze those little thing to death, in a good way I mean, *clears throat*uhhum, sorry that was my feminine side speaking lol.Well anyway, you might be wondering why the heck I'm up so early in the morning. Well it's because of this dude, or baby. Introducing Cornelius, my nephew. He's half Chinese half Bidayuh btw.
Every morning while my mom is sending my two younger siblings to school, my mom would wake me up to take care of this baby, 6.30a.m straight every time, monday to friday, so I threw my alarm clock outside the window. Man, seriously being told to wake up early feels like I'm in primary school all over again 0.O
That is just half of the fun, Seriously, I think Cornelius likes screwing with me. Imagine this: whenever my mom drive out of the driveway, he would start by spitting out his pacifier and starting to toss and turn in bed which I could've sworn it's some kind of disco move from the 80's. Then he would proceed by punching me with his cute little baby glove right in the face.
Only when he hear my mom arrive home he would stay quiet an act like a little angel. Sigh~ But then again it ain't that bad. He always put a smile on my face when I'm tired, babies are truly a blessing, unless when they start crying and you don't know what the heck they want=.=
Well hope you guys got enough rest, much more than me at least lol. Time to make some morning coffee. Pardon the rant and have a nice day:)
