Singapore Flyer and Dad

A warning.

This entry is Photo-heavy, and the pictures will, at times, seem Over-posed.

But hey, it was Dad’s 67th birthday and our first time on the Flyer.

So double the reason to be trigger-happy!

We were a party of 12, spanning 3 generations, with 3 kids under 3.

Can you feel the excitement yet?

The Flyer at dusk.

Thanks to my Brother, by the way, for great shots.

Where it all began - at the ticket booth. 4 seniors, 5 adults, and 3 kids, please. If you are wondering, I was flashing a freakily-wide smile at Kate, who was off-camera. Only the best for my kids.

Sharing a pre-ride shot with Max. I was about to blink.

Kate giving her best pout. She is yet to smile on-demand.

I spoke too soon. Is that a hint of a smile?

Introducing the Chains to this blog. My sister Limi, Alex and their bundle of cuteness, 6-month-old Luc.

Mummy mummy. It's the big, Big WHEEL!!!

We thought it was appropriate to have Max wear his tiger-print T-shirt from the Singapore Zoo on the Singapore Flyer. Geddit? *wink*

A photo-op before we got into the queue.

The babies were extremely well-behaved, so long as they were being carried. Kate was checking Aunt Limi's red highlights, while Luc took the opportunity to practice his boxing moves.

The shot was taken two seconds too early. What you missed, was Kate and Luc sharing a kiss. On the mouth of course. Don't forget, they are both of French descent.

The wait kinda got to us. We look pretty darned bored. All of us.

Nothing like another photo-op to bring back the smiles! Kate, stop pulling Luc's ear!

The capsule up close. At this point, Max was pretty much screaming his head off from all the excitement.

We're in! Max stakes out a corner for the best view... not.

Tourists! Er, I mean, Us!

Sisters! Mothers! Cheese!

Me and Kate. Again. I'm making up for the lack of mother-daughter portraits.

And what's up with your elbow Kate?

One last group shot before Kate dissolved into a flood of tears, fed up of being stuck in a 4 by 7 square metres capsule suspended in mid-air.

Next stop: Dad's restaurant where we celebrated Dad's birthday.

Wonderful French-made chocolate cake.

I was in charge of the candles.

For the second time that night, Max was yelling his head off, this time to the tune of Happy Birthday To You...

Happy Birthday Dad!

Best way to end the night. With cake and wine.