Imagine, in the middle of my birthday celebration, I had to go to the airport to pick up my guests. Marit og Terje (my Auntie and Uncle) and Kjell-Ole and Kjersti (my Dad’s friends).

We are so excited to have them here.

Wow, today is my birthday. Yes, I am 3 years old now.

Daddy says I think I am much older, as I look like it, and I behave like it.

But checking my passports (yes, I got a Norwegian and a Malaysian passport), both documents states I was born the 3. February 2009, so no doubt then; I am “only” 3 years.

So how do I do now?

Well, as you probably can guess, Mum and Dad think I am the most clever, handsome and well behaved boy ever…

No, hold it a bit. That’s not true!!

Sometimes they find me clumsy, noisy, misbehaving, angry, and not cooperative at all. Specially, when I want to play on top of Siv Linn, Dad get’s very upset…., for a while.

Then they look at each other, and says: “It’s quite normal…” I don’t understand what they mean, if it’s normal, why so upset?

But generally, yes, I think I am doing OK. Even my school tells Mum and Dad I am doing OK.

Lately I have picked up singing. I am not a Pavarotti or Andrea Bocelli yet, but working on it.

And the other day I wanted to play the guitar. Daddy was delighted, and he whispered to Mum something about buying me my own guitar… Yes, it’s true, I heard it.

Let’s see, Daddy normally do what he promise:-)

And tonight the visitors from Norway will arrive. Who? You want to know who?

Hey, told you lah…, be a bit patient ma…