Happy 9th Month

I love waking up to Gabriel in my bed.

It is the guarantee seal to the start of a wonderful day.

My day started with me fussing over my first big baby on my bed, holding my hand when he sensed me nearby and lifting the blanket to tuck my face in with his. Then I went to fuss over my second big baby, the baby brother who was lazing and refusing to get up!





There goes my long hair.





We had dinner and my darling man decided that wasn't enough and insisted on buying me a new earphone! I continued my five-year long audio technica tradition and we spent our train ride listening to A Day to Remember, particularly:

If you can wait till I get home, 
Then I swear to you that we can make this last
(La la la) 
If you can wait till I get home, 
Then I swear come tomorrow, this will all be in our past
Well it might be for the best

He was quiet throughout the whole of this song and so I didn't bother him too. When the final note ended, he turned to me and said this would be the song he'll sing to me before his three-month long sail. And my heart ached.

If you can wait till I get home, 
Then I swear to you that we can make this last

You silly thing.

Also I made him promise to Bring Me (to) The Horizon (hehe) FUCK YES.







Smoke smoke smoke always smoking.













Munch munch munch always munching.



His idea of gorgeous hair.







My easily-drunk baby!













And the sweetest sticky surprise.

Happy 9th Month, you magical man.