to everyone!
Consuelo has gone home and will only come back to us mid-Jan. We're surviving alright, mostly on Burger King chicken tenders, french fries, and a variety of party foods.
Sophie is "talking" a lot now, and utters some truly intelligible words like jie-jie, kor-kor, Daddee, ma-ma (grandma), por-por (my mom), mee-mee (milk, water, 7-up), I wan(t), and the loudest and clearest of them all, "NO!"
Her "please" is "nair-see". Sarah's used to be "ah-bair". Don't ask me why. They apply it consistently and insistently and you just KNOW that's what they mean.
Sarah will be going to a new kindy. We're still waiting to hear from the school and bus service. No biggie, I'm not fanatical about her starting on the dot on 2 Jan. She'll only be in K1. The important thing is she's registered. They can take their time to let us have the details.
Matthew starts Primary One in just a little over a week! We'll take it in turns to drive him to Barker Road every morning. He has to leave the house by six-thirty. Grandma will take him home by bus and train. We've got all his things, after sitting through a really long orientation in September (that gave me a headache by the end of it), and blowing a Saturday morning on another admin session to pick up books, passes and what-not. I've yet to sew name tags to his shorts. His uniform is so oversized and obviously unweathered on him - haha!
I'm very thankful for everything that's happened this year. The family has grown closer (and upper), we're more empowered as parents, Sean's finally got the subwoofer he's been waiting almost 10 years for, and I have a sea-view room at work. I couldn't ask for more.
Monday, 24 December 2007
Friday, 21 December 2007
New face, same ring to it
Got myself a 'smart phone' without realising it. My contract had come to the point where I could get an upgrade, so I thought, why not? Actually all I was looking for was a Nokia I could use in the US (going for a conference there in Jan). Found two models at the Handphone Shop that looked nice: the 6300 and 6120 Classic. What's the difference between the two, I asked.
"Oh, the 6120 is quadband, while the 6300 is triband," answered the salesman.
"And triband doesn't cover which areas?"
"Oh, the 6120 is quadband, while the 6300 is triband," answered the salesman.
"And triband doesn't cover which areas?"
"Japan, Korea and Mexico." Right, so no practical difference for me so far.
"And what else?"
"The 6120 is a smartphone. Which means better web browsing, advanced sms and customizable interface. Oh, and it comes with a free 256MB micro SDcard vs 128MB for the 6300."
"Um, so you're telling me the 6120 is more advanced all-round, AND I don't pay a cent for it, while the 6300 costs $48?"
"Yes, but the 6300 is slimmer."
"Okaaayyy... I'll take the 6120."
I later found out that the 6120 - the 'Classic' designation differentiates itself from an older model of the same name - has an excellent 2MP camera, plus a secondary one for self portraits and video calls. I can also upload my songs onto the memory card for use when I don't have my iPod around. It even displays MS Office and Acrobat documents.
But it's also quite complicated. Smses now look like emails, and you choose your recipient before drafting the message. Even checking for the time of a received sms requires more steps than previously. Oh, and those buttons sure are small!
All in all though, I can't complain. This thing does all that I need it to (and lots more that I don't), while interfaces can always be relearnt., Plus hey, it's free!
Now my mum's up for an upgrade and is thinking of getting the 6120 as well. Why? So she can come to me when it has a problem, of course...
Thursday, 29 November 2007
House of Flying Straw
"OK kids, how about we use these three cows since we don't have three pigs?" I said.
"OK!!"
"And the lion can be the wolf," I added.
Sean started with, "The three little cows were great friends. THIS little cow built his house with straw...", wriggling the white cow finger puppet.
Sarah went, "Yay, house of straw, he can DRINK! Sssssluuuurrrrp!"
"OK!!"
"And the lion can be the wolf," I added.
Sean started with, "The three little cows were great friends. THIS little cow built his house with straw...", wriggling the white cow finger puppet.
Sarah went, "Yay, house of straw, he can DRINK! Sssssluuuurrrrp!"
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
Proper English, please.
"Matthew, when you talk to Sarah, speak proper English OK? The way you talk to Mommy and Daddy?"
"OK," he replied.
"And don't talk down to her OK?"
"OK."
Sarah added, "Talk high!"
"OK," he replied.
"And don't talk down to her OK?"
"OK."
Sarah added, "Talk high!"
Friday, 2 November 2007
"New" Home II
The kids rooms were rearranged at the same time that we reorganized our living room. We took the opportunity to replace the broken bureaus in the girls' room. The drawer bottoms had all given way under the weight of their tons of clothes. To make way for the new chests of drawers to be delivered, Sean moved the old bureaus out into the corridor.
As usual the kids were all over the place, and it was hairy work getting the two dressers out while watching that the drawers didn't suddenly tip out and knock over the small ones.
As Sean was straightening up and putting the last drawer back in place where the bureaus finally sat by our neighbour's front door (luckily neighbour is grandma), Sarah, who had been following everything with great interest, suddenly asked, "Daddy, now I have to go outside to get my clothes?"
As usual the kids were all over the place, and it was hairy work getting the two dressers out while watching that the drawers didn't suddenly tip out and knock over the small ones.
As Sean was straightening up and putting the last drawer back in place where the bureaus finally sat by our neighbour's front door (luckily neighbour is grandma), Sarah, who had been following everything with great interest, suddenly asked, "Daddy, now I have to go outside to get my clothes?"
"New" Home
I love our "new" place!
Funny how it's taken us so long to figure out that TV and sound system don't HAVE TO HAVE TO always be positioned en bloc. Breaking this mindset literally opened up our living room so that we now have full access to our floor-length windows.
The whole place is dramatically brightened, no more TV-in-your-face first impact. What we get here is a light, airy, cosy expanse overlooking the rooftop garden. I really look forward to weekend mornings so I can read my paper on the smooth parquet floor, with my cup of coffee and butter-and-sugar toast.
Funny how it's taken us so long to figure out that TV and sound system don't HAVE TO HAVE TO always be positioned en bloc. Breaking this mindset literally opened up our living room so that we now have full access to our floor-length windows.
The whole place is dramatically brightened, no more TV-in-your-face first impact. What we get here is a light, airy, cosy expanse overlooking the rooftop garden. I really look forward to weekend mornings so I can read my paper on the smooth parquet floor, with my cup of coffee and butter-and-sugar toast.
Tuesday, 30 October 2007
Scary ice-cream flavours
We were at Swensen’s choosing ice cream flavours from the dessert menu when Sarah cried, “I want the purple one!”
“Ugh, that’s yam ice-cream, it’s disgusting,” I shuddered.
Matthew asked, “Why is it disgusting? What is yam?”
Sean gave me a look.
“OK it’s not really disgusting. I just don’t like it. Yam is a vegetable, like a potato. But it’s purple inside. And it’s sweet.”
Matthew gave me a disgusted look. Haha!
Eventually we got our order and were happily helping ourselves when Matthew suddenly said, “Imagine broccoli ice-cream! Haha! That’s disgusting!”
“Or prawn ice-cream!” I said.
“Yucks! How about carrot ice-cream?!” Matthew laughed.
“Chicken ice-cream!” I added.
Sarah piped up, “Or baby ice-cream!”
“Ugh, that’s yam ice-cream, it’s disgusting,” I shuddered.
Matthew asked, “Why is it disgusting? What is yam?”
Sean gave me a look.
“OK it’s not really disgusting. I just don’t like it. Yam is a vegetable, like a potato. But it’s purple inside. And it’s sweet.”
Matthew gave me a disgusted look. Haha!
Eventually we got our order and were happily helping ourselves when Matthew suddenly said, “Imagine broccoli ice-cream! Haha! That’s disgusting!”
“Or prawn ice-cream!” I said.
“Yucks! How about carrot ice-cream?!” Matthew laughed.
“Chicken ice-cream!” I added.
Sarah piped up, “Or baby ice-cream!”
Friday, 26 October 2007
Allergic!
"Mommy, why does Kimi make us sick?" Matthew asked.
"Kimi has germs!" Sarah swiftly answered.
I replied, "Everyone has germs. You all are allergic to his saliva particles. He has saliva right, and when it dries and floats into the air and settles on your nose or eyes, it makes them red and watery."
"Oh, we are allergic to the cat?"
"Yes, but when you get used to it your body will stop reacting like that."
"Ya, our white blood cells will know what to do."
"Er, it's not really the white blood cells, but your body won't get triggered by the saliva particles anymore. Anyway different people are allergic to different things. Some people are allergic to some types of food, some people are allergic to flowers..."
Sean added, "Ya, I'm allergic to smoke, you know, cigarette smoke."
I put in, "And I'm allergic to beer."
Sarah declared, "I'm allergic to fire!"
"Kimi has germs!" Sarah swiftly answered.
I replied, "Everyone has germs. You all are allergic to his saliva particles. He has saliva right, and when it dries and floats into the air and settles on your nose or eyes, it makes them red and watery."
"Oh, we are allergic to the cat?"
"Yes, but when you get used to it your body will stop reacting like that."
"Ya, our white blood cells will know what to do."
"Er, it's not really the white blood cells, but your body won't get triggered by the saliva particles anymore. Anyway different people are allergic to different things. Some people are allergic to some types of food, some people are allergic to flowers..."
Sean added, "Ya, I'm allergic to smoke, you know, cigarette smoke."
I put in, "And I'm allergic to beer."
Sarah declared, "I'm allergic to fire!"
Wednesday, 24 October 2007
Matt Reads
As we were waiting for the traffic lights to change, Matthew told us, "That way goes to the Punggol doctor."
"What Punggol doctor, Matt?"
"There, the sign says Punggol doctor is that way."
Puzzled, I looked around for what sign he could be talking about. And then I saw what he meant.
Right by the traffic light was a green street sign with an arrow pointing to the left and written on it in big white letters were the words:
"What Punggol doctor, Matt?"
"There, the sign says Punggol doctor is that way."
Puzzled, I looked around for what sign he could be talking about. And then I saw what he meant.
Right by the traffic light was a green street sign with an arrow pointing to the left and written on it in big white letters were the words:
Punggol Dr
Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Don't follow strangers!
As we were talking in the car on the way to school, Matt said, "If strangers say 'follow me and I'll give you a sweet', you mustn't do that! Don't listen to them."
"Whey shouldn't you follow strangers, Matthew?" I tested.
"Because they might put you on a chair and tie you up."
"Whey shouldn't you follow strangers, Matthew?" I tested.
"Because they might put you on a chair and tie you up."
Friday, 21 September 2007
The Patent Truth
I was driving the kids to school one morning when Sarah said, “When I grow up, I want to be a dentist."
"That's very good, Sarah."
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Kor Kor?”, she asked.
“I want to be a race driver.”
“Race CAR driver, Matthew,” I corrected.
“Oh ya, I want to be a race car driver.”
Sarah said, “What do you want to be when you grow up, Mummy?”
“I’m already grown up, Sarah!”
“No, what do you want to do, I mean.”
“Er... I’m a patent agent.”
“What’s a patent agent?”
“A patent agent is someone who helps you to get a patent.”
“What’s a patent?” Matthew asked.
“A patent... OK, if you invent something and you don’t want people to copy it, like say Toyota invents a new engine for cars (I pointed at the cars around us) and they don’t want other car makers to copy them, they can file a patent. And they go to a patent agent who helps them to do that.”
“But how does the patent stop people from copying?” Matthew pressed.
Good question.
“Yes, the patent itself can’t really stop people from copying, but if you have a patent, you can take it to a judge who will decide whether the person is really copying, and if he’s really copying, the judge can make him stop or make him pay a lot of money.”
“Oh!” Matthew replied.
Then Sarah piped up, “Kor Kor always copies me!”
"That's very good, Sarah."
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Kor Kor?”, she asked.
“I want to be a race driver.”
“Race CAR driver, Matthew,” I corrected.
“Oh ya, I want to be a race car driver.”
Sarah said, “What do you want to be when you grow up, Mummy?”
“I’m already grown up, Sarah!”
“No, what do you want to do, I mean.”
“Er... I’m a patent agent.”
“What’s a patent agent?”
“A patent agent is someone who helps you to get a patent.”
“What’s a patent?” Matthew asked.
“A patent... OK, if you invent something and you don’t want people to copy it, like say Toyota invents a new engine for cars (I pointed at the cars around us) and they don’t want other car makers to copy them, they can file a patent. And they go to a patent agent who helps them to do that.”
“But how does the patent stop people from copying?” Matthew pressed.
Good question.
“Yes, the patent itself can’t really stop people from copying, but if you have a patent, you can take it to a judge who will decide whether the person is really copying, and if he’s really copying, the judge can make him stop or make him pay a lot of money.”
“Oh!” Matthew replied.
Then Sarah piped up, “Kor Kor always copies me!”
Wednesday, 5 September 2007
Sophie or Kitty?
Watching Sophie crawling around on the floor one morning, I was comforted that we still had our own lovable little animal at home despite not being able to get the Ragdoll kitten I wanted so terribly.
I said to Matthew, "We don't have to get a kitten right, Sophie is so cute, she's like our kitten."
He replied, "Ya, she's really really cute. She's just like the kitten. Except she's not so furry."
Another time the kids were clobbering and tumbling all over each other on our big bed, and thinking again of the kitten I was denied, I said to the big kids, "It's ok if we don't have a kitten right, you can play so well with Sophie."
Matt replied, "Ya, Sophie is really fun. Except a kitten is not so rough."
I said to Matthew, "We don't have to get a kitten right, Sophie is so cute, she's like our kitten."
He replied, "Ya, she's really really cute. She's just like the kitten. Except she's not so furry."
Another time the kids were clobbering and tumbling all over each other on our big bed, and thinking again of the kitten I was denied, I said to the big kids, "It's ok if we don't have a kitten right, you can play so well with Sophie."
Matt replied, "Ya, Sophie is really fun. Except a kitten is not so rough."
Monday, 3 September 2007
L'Osservatore Condemns Twin Abortion in Italy
ZENIT - August 27, 2007
A Down's Syndrome fetus was targeted for abortion but her healthy twin was killed instead.
L'Osservatore Romano is the Vatican's semi-official newspaper.
A Down's Syndrome fetus was targeted for abortion but her healthy twin was killed instead.
L'Osservatore Romano is the Vatican's semi-official newspaper.
Tuesday, 28 August 2007
If you haven't heard by now (if so I beat you to it by one entire day, haha), this thing is monstrous. I don't think I have the capacity to meet the intense pressure I feel to actively say hi to each and everyone that keeps getting added to my list! AAARGH!
I know I know, it merely keeps the channels open without anyone having to actually do anything beyond confirming a "friend?" request. But when I see someone get added and I don't go and say hi, it feels like I've just walked past them in the street and purposely avoided making eye contact. Too strange. Too rude?
Even weirder to be browsing people's open photo albums or profiles or whatever. Sure, they've made it public but it's so like rifling through someone's belongings. Even if they've given permission, I can't help feeling like I'm taking a liberty.
Anyway. Another instance of technology affecting how people interact. If this connectedness keeps up I'm going to need to go someplace without internet and mobile access soon. Speaking of which, my annual 3-day silent retreat is coming up so that will be a good breather from all this instant accessibility! My mom's coming with me, but it's a silent retreat so I can be as untalkative as I like. That's a lot harder than it sounds!
I know I know, it merely keeps the channels open without anyone having to actually do anything beyond confirming a "friend?" request. But when I see someone get added and I don't go and say hi, it feels like I've just walked past them in the street and purposely avoided making eye contact. Too strange. Too rude?
Even weirder to be browsing people's open photo albums or profiles or whatever. Sure, they've made it public but it's so like rifling through someone's belongings. Even if they've given permission, I can't help feeling like I'm taking a liberty.
Anyway. Another instance of technology affecting how people interact. If this connectedness keeps up I'm going to need to go someplace without internet and mobile access soon. Speaking of which, my annual 3-day silent retreat is coming up so that will be a good breather from all this instant accessibility! My mom's coming with me, but it's a silent retreat so I can be as untalkative as I like. That's a lot harder than it sounds!
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
Cannot Have
A cat, that is. We went and visited a breeder of Ragdoll cats on Sunday. They're absolutely beautiful creatures. I could go on but I haven't much inclination to blog right now so to put it simply, we're not going to get one. Doc says no, S says no, everyone says no. If I go ahead, it just means bad parenting. Sarah is quite allergic, who knows if Matt and Sophie will get sensitized with time? I'm prepared to deal with the discomfort myself but the kids don't have a choice. For a while I considered isolating Sarah from the cat but it won't be very feasible. I must say the disappointment was pretty severe. The kids were ok but I think I wept a little when I had lunch by myself yesterday. Not quite crying into my wanton mee but I know my heart broke. I felt somewhat better after buying a pair of shoes and a handbag at Charles & Keith later on. A new 22-inch flat panel monitor would probably help a bit also. What else... hmm...
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
British Blue
If you're the sneezy, sniffly kind, your husband and kids the same (slightly asthmatic to boot), plus your mother-in-law who lives next door and visits everyday is allergic to cats, would you still go ahead and get a pet like this?
I need your views please!
I need your views please!
Tuesday, 31 July 2007
Wednesday, 27 June 2007
Bright, Sun-Shiny Day
It's stabilised. Left and right eye, now, according to doc, have eagle vision. Not that I need to swoop down a few miles and catch up an unsuspecting hare with my talons or what. But it's nice to know that from where I'm sitting here in the office, that dark grey container stacked up far out there in the container terminal says NOL on its side, in white letters. Another one says HANJIN. There's also OOCL (red on white background), and yesterday I saw one that said HYUNDAI. What larks!
It's been 2 weeks and I'm still getting used to it. The surgery itself was fine. Had it done at NUH. Recovery was pretty standard. But I still find myself trying to take off my glasses (what glasses?) at bedtime, or feeling like I need to remove my contacts already after a long day. Hard to shake off the habit of being a speccy for 26 years!
It's been 2 weeks and I'm still getting used to it. The surgery itself was fine. Had it done at NUH. Recovery was pretty standard. But I still find myself trying to take off my glasses (what glasses?) at bedtime, or feeling like I need to remove my contacts already after a long day. Hard to shake off the habit of being a speccy for 26 years!
Tuesday, 22 May 2007
May
I like May.
Before that, I sort of have to explain the kids' ages but from early May on I can simply say they're six, four, and one. One! Gosh. But Sophie is still such a baby! All chubby and soft and gurgly. But she can wave and say bye-bye, goes "Mmah!" when she wants a bottle, and claps her hands when you say "Good girl!". She cruises and stands by herself sometimes. She has also mastered opening all sorts of screw-top containers - including her milk bottle (slosh). One of her favourite activities is conducting a rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars". She opens and closes a pudgy little hand at any one of us, and that one will sing a line. She does this going from person to person and has got us all well-trained to her cues, including big brother and sister! They're such sweeties to oblige.
Oh and May is also the month of Mary, flowers, spring/summer (my colours), public holidays...
I hope I won't change my mind about May next year. It's traditionally exam month and the 6-year-old will be in Primary 1 then. Or don't they have mid-year exams in P1 anymore? I've heard this depends on the school. We're still mulling over where to put Matt. Besides following in his Dad's footsteps, there are a few boys' schools nearer our place, and the option of homeschooling. We'll have to decide in July. And January will come around in no time. Oh dear. I don't think I'm ready to have him go to primary school at all! I can't wake up that early in the mornings!!
Before that, I sort of have to explain the kids' ages but from early May on I can simply say they're six, four, and one. One! Gosh. But Sophie is still such a baby! All chubby and soft and gurgly. But she can wave and say bye-bye, goes "Mmah!" when she wants a bottle, and claps her hands when you say "Good girl!". She cruises and stands by herself sometimes. She has also mastered opening all sorts of screw-top containers - including her milk bottle (slosh). One of her favourite activities is conducting a rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Stars". She opens and closes a pudgy little hand at any one of us, and that one will sing a line. She does this going from person to person and has got us all well-trained to her cues, including big brother and sister! They're such sweeties to oblige.
Oh and May is also the month of Mary, flowers, spring/summer (my colours), public holidays...
I hope I won't change my mind about May next year. It's traditionally exam month and the 6-year-old will be in Primary 1 then. Or don't they have mid-year exams in P1 anymore? I've heard this depends on the school. We're still mulling over where to put Matt. Besides following in his Dad's footsteps, there are a few boys' schools nearer our place, and the option of homeschooling. We'll have to decide in July. And January will come around in no time. Oh dear. I don't think I'm ready to have him go to primary school at all! I can't wake up that early in the mornings!!
Friday, 13 April 2007
Positive.
I have resolved to say only good things. If I have nothing good to say, then I will say nothing. This is a piece of advice from someone I seriously RESPECT. I have been trying to follow it since last night, and amazingly, I actually feel better about myself already. I will not gripe even to my husband, who has been my sounding board all these YEARS. Don't know how he can stand it.
Truly. Being positive feels a lot more useful. It doesn't mean I can't think critically or come to a conclusion about something or someone that is less than glowing. But there's a great deal of sense in the adage "least said soonest mended". Granted some things need to be openly discussed in a civilised way to resolve problems. But griping and whining and bitching (oh they come all so easily to me) honestly don't get anything anywhere.
Positive. Constructive. Succint. Succint because we've been reading Mr. Chatterbox with the kids and it occured to me that I really blather on too much and annoy people no end, except they're too nice to tell me so directly. I don't have a magic hat to shut me up so I'm going to have to just zip it myself.
Truly. Being positive feels a lot more useful. It doesn't mean I can't think critically or come to a conclusion about something or someone that is less than glowing. But there's a great deal of sense in the adage "least said soonest mended". Granted some things need to be openly discussed in a civilised way to resolve problems. But griping and whining and bitching (oh they come all so easily to me) honestly don't get anything anywhere.
Positive. Constructive. Succint. Succint because we've been reading Mr. Chatterbox with the kids and it occured to me that I really blather on too much and annoy people no end, except they're too nice to tell me so directly. I don't have a magic hat to shut me up so I'm going to have to just zip it myself.
Tuesday, 20 March 2007
Just like that
The first time I attempted to ride a bicycle without training wheels was when I was around 7 or 8 years old. It was outside my house, along a narrow two lane road. I got the push off from a neighbour, and was getting quite confident until I realized that I was fast approaching a parked van and hadn’t the faintest idea how to steer. The resulting meeting of metal had me avoiding going anywhere near bikes, and it wasn’t until I was in Secondary 2 that I finally gathered enough courage to try again. Not a great model to emulate, then.
From the moment we got Matt a bike last September, I had been wondering how he would handle the transition from four wheels to two. We tried removing the training wheels in the first few days, but at that time his legs were not strong enough to pedal quickly enough to maintain his balance. The other big issue of course was confidence. Even with the seat at its lowest, Matt could only have both feet on the ground tip-toeing. And without the assurance of being able to stop at anytime without falling over, he naturally never got round to placing his feet on the pedals. We stuck the trainers back on.
Fast forward to March 2007. Sarah had been hitching rides with Matt and occasionally attempted to use his bicycle, so we decided to get her one as well, only with a smaller frame. Funny thing is, this benefitted Matt most. Last Tuesday I took away the training wheels (much to Sarah’s dismay) and gave him the initial supporting balance. Within a few steps I realized I could let go, and he just carried on. And after getting a few tips on starting off, he was cycling all by himself! The look of utter astonishment on our faces was matched only by the glee on his.
The next couple of days he wanted more (and Sarah wanted her birthday present back), so we put him on his own bike. He carried on, as if he had been doing it for ages. We cycled around the estate, exploring like he never could previously. And on Saturday I took him to Punggol Park, where we covered two rounds of the track, which is plenty for a not-yet-six year old. He was exhausted for sure, but never wanted to stop. He had discovered a sense of freedom unimaginable just a week before. And I saw my little boy grow up yet another notch.
From the moment we got Matt a bike last September, I had been wondering how he would handle the transition from four wheels to two. We tried removing the training wheels in the first few days, but at that time his legs were not strong enough to pedal quickly enough to maintain his balance. The other big issue of course was confidence. Even with the seat at its lowest, Matt could only have both feet on the ground tip-toeing. And without the assurance of being able to stop at anytime without falling over, he naturally never got round to placing his feet on the pedals. We stuck the trainers back on.
Fast forward to March 2007. Sarah had been hitching rides with Matt and occasionally attempted to use his bicycle, so we decided to get her one as well, only with a smaller frame. Funny thing is, this benefitted Matt most. Last Tuesday I took away the training wheels (much to Sarah’s dismay) and gave him the initial supporting balance. Within a few steps I realized I could let go, and he just carried on. And after getting a few tips on starting off, he was cycling all by himself! The look of utter astonishment on our faces was matched only by the glee on his.
The next couple of days he wanted more (and Sarah wanted her birthday present back), so we put him on his own bike. He carried on, as if he had been doing it for ages. We cycled around the estate, exploring like he never could previously. And on Saturday I took him to Punggol Park, where we covered two rounds of the track, which is plenty for a not-yet-six year old. He was exhausted for sure, but never wanted to stop. He had discovered a sense of freedom unimaginable just a week before. And I saw my little boy grow up yet another notch.
Wednesday, 14 March 2007
Booked for Ballet
I'm terribly excited. For years I've been wanting to do ballet. Things suddenly came together today!
First I get a private message from a mommy on a local mother's forum telling me about a kids' ballet class suitable for Sarah. Quick consultation with S via sms, and I register her together with payment immediately! And this is at a public community club.
Then I get inspired and do a google search on Singapore ballet and it throws up a beginners' class at the Y. Some phone calls and an email from the person in charge (oh yes and a consultation of some members at said mother's forum), and I'm going to mail the form, photo and cheque tomorrow!
All this without having to stir from my seat. OK I had to take a walk to the printer and back but isn't it absolutely marvellous what levels communication technologies have reached today?
I love it!
First I get a private message from a mommy on a local mother's forum telling me about a kids' ballet class suitable for Sarah. Quick consultation with S via sms, and I register her together with payment immediately! And this is at a public community club.
Then I get inspired and do a google search on Singapore ballet and it throws up a beginners' class at the Y. Some phone calls and an email from the person in charge (oh yes and a consultation of some members at said mother's forum), and I'm going to mail the form, photo and cheque tomorrow!
All this without having to stir from my seat. OK I had to take a walk to the printer and back but isn't it absolutely marvellous what levels communication technologies have reached today?
I love it!
Friday, 9 March 2007
Shopped out
Phew. We were supposed to have taken leave to chill! But Tuesday we went and got another bicycle, for Sarah. Wednesday I got me a pair of GAP jeans - kids sized at a factory outlet for less than 15% the price of a very similar looking pair of Levis! Haha. Yesterday was the clincher. S and I got a pile of basics at U2, I got a long skirt at Fox, and, we got an HP colour laser printer and Sony laptop at the IT show! Gulp. No more shopping for the rest of this year, I think. These will all have to count towards our birthday and Christmas presents. Just as well - gift giving to each other is such a left-pocket-right-pocket exercise for us, it's becoming nothing more than an excuse to splurge.
The printer's home but we're waiting for the laptop to be delivered today. I can't wait! We'll finally be able to print our own pictures and I can make personalised cards etc. Matt's already asking us to print Gundam pictures for him to colour, and naming us all the games he's expecting S to install. Some of these he played briefly on S's laptop long ago, but for want of space they got uninstalled to make way for other new games. I'd totally forgotten about them myself! Oh boy. Definitely going to password protect the thing.
The printer's home but we're waiting for the laptop to be delivered today. I can't wait! We'll finally be able to print our own pictures and I can make personalised cards etc. Matt's already asking us to print Gundam pictures for him to colour, and naming us all the games he's expecting S to install. Some of these he played briefly on S's laptop long ago, but for want of space they got uninstalled to make way for other new games. I'd totally forgotten about them myself! Oh boy. Definitely going to password protect the thing.
Thursday, 1 March 2007
Friday, 23 February 2007
Fasting
It's Lent. We accompany Jesus on His 40-day sojourn in the desert preparing for His public ministry.
Last night, when I was tucking Matt into bed with the lights already off, he whispered to me, "Mommy, I'm fasting Thursday Colin McRae".
"Really?!"
"Really."
I was awestruck. Matt normally plays his favourite computer game every Tuesday and Thursday, clamouring for it the moment we get home from work. But this was not the only thing - earlier on he had told me he would give up watching Scooby Doo on Sunday mornings.
Later on Sean told me he had explained to Matt about prayer, fasting and alms giving. I thought Sean had suggested what Matt could offer up for Lent, but apparently he came up with them all by himself.
Sean then told him, "Matt, you realise that Lent is not just this week, it's six weeks all the way to Easter?"
"You mean Easter eggs?"
"Er... yes."
"Then when Easter comes, I can un-fast all the things I like?"
Last night, when I was tucking Matt into bed with the lights already off, he whispered to me, "Mommy, I'm fasting Thursday Colin McRae".
"Really?!"
"Really."
I was awestruck. Matt normally plays his favourite computer game every Tuesday and Thursday, clamouring for it the moment we get home from work. But this was not the only thing - earlier on he had told me he would give up watching Scooby Doo on Sunday mornings.
Later on Sean told me he had explained to Matt about prayer, fasting and alms giving. I thought Sean had suggested what Matt could offer up for Lent, but apparently he came up with them all by himself.
Sean then told him, "Matt, you realise that Lent is not just this week, it's six weeks all the way to Easter?"
"You mean Easter eggs?"
"Er... yes."
"Then when Easter comes, I can un-fast all the things I like?"
Monday, 12 February 2007
Take you down to Chinatown!
We actually went with the kids, all 3 of them, to Chinatown on Saturday night! Gosh it was crowded, and loud, and really exciting! We got out of the MRT at People's Park side, and were immediately engulfed by the rowdy sights and sounds as we came off the top of the escalators. We passed by stalls exploding with magnificent displays of fake flowers, a man painting calligraphy backwards on the floor, vats of all kinds and textures of nuts and tidbits, another man playing a sort of modern lively pipa accompanying a woman singing cantonese opera - all before we finally crossed the overhead bridge and plunged right into the heart of Chinatown. That stretch was packed! At one point we escaped into the oasis of a gallery right in the middle of the chaos. The simple clean lines of solid Chinese furniture, in their subdued neutrals and exquisitely finished smooth dark woods, were blissfully soothing after all the crazy flashing golds and reds and noisy everything people in your face experience outside in the street! Matthew loved the massive lion dance head hanging outside one of the shops where we did most of our shopping. We got the kids a little string puppet lion - it moves very like the real thing in a lion dance! I'm very pleased with our purchases. We didn't get all that much, mostly nice things for the house, and some trinkets here and there. The selection of merchandise was staggering! There were all sorts of cute strange things, like little mini Chinese jackets or cheongsams for your softdrink PET bottles! The whole place was fantastic. It seemed like we could hardly moved for the mountains of people, but little by little everyone made a slow wave of it all amidst the riotous stalls and stands, overhung with all kinds of fantastic things you can buy. When we had spent one and a half hours seeing and shopping and soaking up the heady atmosphere, and were finally ready to head home, we found we hadn't gotten beyond 50 metres into the busiest stretch! It was a blast.
ps Thanks, J, for the recommendation! We'd normally not have gone otherwise, crowd averse as we are, but this was one experience well worth the train rides there and back - which the kids also enjoyed.
ps Thanks, J, for the recommendation! We'd normally not have gone otherwise, crowd averse as we are, but this was one experience well worth the train rides there and back - which the kids also enjoyed.
Friday, 2 February 2007
Feliz Cumpleañoz!
The little sweeties at home gave me extra hugs and greetings when we got up this morning.
On the way in the car, Sarah asked me, "How old are you, Mommy?"
"Can you guess?"
"Erm, five?"
"No!"
Matt ventured, "Are you 35?"
"I'm not that old! Guess again."
Sean said, "It's one less."
I added, "Ya, what is one less than 35, Matt?"
Matt shouted, "I know, I know, it's 34!"
"That's right! I'm 34 years old."
Then Sarah asked, "What is your birthday, Mommy?"
"2nd of February."
"No, it's 34!!" she replied.
"No Sarah, it's not 'what is your birthday', it's 'how old are you'."
"I'm three years old."
On the way in the car, Sarah asked me, "How old are you, Mommy?"
"Can you guess?"
"Erm, five?"
"No!"
Matt ventured, "Are you 35?"
"I'm not that old! Guess again."
Sean said, "It's one less."
I added, "Ya, what is one less than 35, Matt?"
Matt shouted, "I know, I know, it's 34!"
"That's right! I'm 34 years old."
Then Sarah asked, "What is your birthday, Mommy?"
"2nd of February."
"No, it's 34!!" she replied.
"No Sarah, it's not 'what is your birthday', it's 'how old are you'."
"I'm three years old."
Monday, 22 January 2007
骗我!
The end (see previous post) must have been a mirage. It's drifted out of sight today!
Sophie was a very enthusiastic nurser over the weekend and supply actually went up slightly. Argh!!! Feel very torn!!
Can't wait to end all the pumping hassle already. The logistical manouevrings involved sometimes equal a full military campaign in terms of strategical complexity.
But I also can't accept the idea of actually paying for milk if I still have it on tap, ready for free. Plus it's better quality. Who in their right minds would trade a free and perfect product for an expensive, inferior one??
Sophie was a very enthusiastic nurser over the weekend and supply actually went up slightly. Argh!!! Feel very torn!!
Can't wait to end all the pumping hassle already. The logistical manouevrings involved sometimes equal a full military campaign in terms of strategical complexity.
But I also can't accept the idea of actually paying for milk if I still have it on tap, ready for free. Plus it's better quality. Who in their right minds would trade a free and perfect product for an expensive, inferior one??
Thursday, 18 January 2007
The end is in sight
Sophie's 8.5 months now.
True to form, nearing the 9mth stage, my supply is very slowly but clearly dipping. And recently she's wanting more than her usual 120ml per bottle feed.
Can't wait for supply to dip to less than one full feed per session - I'll feel peaceful about stopping pumping completely then, knowing it all happened naturally. But she'll continue nursing upon waking up and at bedtime.
Amazingly we've come all this way without having to open the tin of formula that's still sitting there. Despite all my worries and setbacks and occasional challenges like having to go for seminars and external meetings.
Guess it's the end of the first significant phase of her life.
Next!
True to form, nearing the 9mth stage, my supply is very slowly but clearly dipping. And recently she's wanting more than her usual 120ml per bottle feed.
Can't wait for supply to dip to less than one full feed per session - I'll feel peaceful about stopping pumping completely then, knowing it all happened naturally. But she'll continue nursing upon waking up and at bedtime.
Amazingly we've come all this way without having to open the tin of formula that's still sitting there. Despite all my worries and setbacks and occasional challenges like having to go for seminars and external meetings.
Guess it's the end of the first significant phase of her life.
Next!
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