Our boy turned 3 weeks young today. To celebrate we, as a family, took a metro ride (all of 2 stops) which deposited us at the Dubai Mall/Burj Khalifa station and from there we all strolled to my office at Emaar Square. My colleagues fussed over the newborn who was being carried papoose-style by Erroll. I played the part of the clucking mother hen to perfection complete with lamenting over the fact that I did not dress the child warmly enough for such chilled air conditioning, and shouldn’t I have known better. You catch my drift.
Kingsley merely caught up on much desired sleep throughout the entire affair. He does a lot of that – sleep – and his favourite sleeping posture is upright, chest to chest, and preferably carried about. Lucky for our boy that he is cute and charming; not many would get away with such demands!
Happy 3 weeks darling heart!
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