the entry about a fantastic month old babe

in case you hadn't noticed, my winsome nephew has already clocked his first month on planet earth. his parents had decidedly thrown a lavish bash for him at six-star st. regis hotel, and me being the uncle, repressed and heavily eye-bagged, had the dubious honor to be the first guest promptly present at eight in the morning.

my guess is that a delightful sense of schadenfreude must have washed over my sinister brother when he saw me arriving disheveled, matted sweat-hair et al. the morning was the absolute pinnacle of fatigue for me, considering that my morning calls are usually during the mid-noon these days. fortunately, with my shadeys in tow, i lucked out and managed to pull off the vibrant and fresh look, or at least i gathered.

anyhow, my role for the day was to be the official usher. i managed to execute my duties duly, but not without a little camera action along the way. it can't hurt to show a little love for the relatives who made it to grace little declan's event by posing with them, i felt.

my brother and sister-in-law, toting little one-month old declan.

late night sleeps lead to specky outfitting, hence explains my cousin and i.

no idea who he is, perhaps a distant nephew, or just someone's kid.

my lovely, demure god-daughter, kyla. until...

you realise how feisty the little rascal can be.

just a heads up that this would be my last entry before my reservist. so i'd be donning on the olive, drabby green uniform for a while before i'd be back blogging. till then!

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