Alf and I have a running joke about our clothes–when something gets worn to death, we talk about sending it into retirement. We don’t shop much for ourselves, so it is true that whatever we own gets worked pretty hard, hard enough to deserve a permanent vacation! The same goes for my bags; my “it” bag for the last five years or so has been a classic black tote that was a present from Alf. The straps are wearing out and it wasn’t built to be a diaper bag but unfortunately I’ve been using it that way and stuffing it with more than it can handle.
I recently started looking out for a replacement everyday bag, and it was during this time that I received a news release about Lässig’s denim blue Green Label Neckline Bag, which is now available in Singapore. This is not your average bag–it’s won a Red Dot award for its unique shape, practical yet stylish design, and sustainability factor (it was partially made from recycled polyester). In fact the Neckline bag is on display at the Red Dot Museum, in an exhibition that runs till next year.
Coincidentally, it was about a year ago that I reviewed Lässig’s Vintage Metro Bag. I use the Metro bag when I’m taking the kids out to places like Marina Barrage, where I’ll have to pack a change of clothes plus towels for both kids, along with diapers for Z, wipes, snacks, drinks, and water play toys. As I’d mentioned in my review post, the Metro bag is great for activities that require more packing or for travel, but for a bag that I’m going to be carrying around daily–with or without kids–I’d prefer something lighter and slimmer that can be easily paired with most of my clothes. I liked the Neckline bag on sight and was curious enough to enquire about it. To my delight, Lässig agreed to send me a bag to review. Continue Reading »
We only have one big celebration a year, and that’s Layla’s birthday party. Right after her party last year, we tossed around some theme ideas for fun and I suggested a rock ‘n’ roll party. Layla can be girly and princessy, so I was surprised when she agreed! Although we had the theme set practically a year in advance, I didn’t start planning the party until early this year.
A party tradition of ours is having Layla’s Grandma Agnes make a party souvenir for each kid. Grandma Agnes had picked up knitting and was keen to put her new skill to use. She wanted to get an early start, so we agreed on beanies and I had to decide on a colour scheme. I had Emily The Strange and The White Stripes in mind at the time, and I decided to stick with red, white, and black as the main party colours. This was also in line with my friend Ann’s advice to tie in your colours with big events/festivals happening around the time of your party–you’ll find it easier to shop for decorations and serving ware, and there’s a good chance you can score bargains, which was the case for me since we’ve taken to holding Layla’s party on National Day.
I took my time thinking about the other party elements. We considered finding a venue with a small stage, or booking a place where kids could get some guitar or drumming lessons for an hour, but in the end we decided the rock ‘n’ roll spirit was what mattered, and a home party would give us more flexibility as well as greater comfort and convenience.
I knew I wanted a rock poster invite, and at first I thought of making up a band name for Layla, like Layla And The Lollipops–inspired by Juliette And The Licks–but Alf found that too cutesy. By chance, I happened to see that the US rock fest Lollapalooza, which I’ve always wanted to attend, was also being held in August, and that was it, Laylapalooza was born.
It was around April that local temporary tattoo company Gumtoo wrote to me offering to sponsor tattoos for our party, and I thought wow, what luck! Shortly after, I decided to talk to my friend Shirley about a design for Layla’s invite, and she surprised me by saying she would illustrate and design a card as a present to Layla! I was very touched, and to me, Layla was about to have the coolest party ever regardless of whatever else I planned.
We absolutely loved the invite the minute we saw it, and I got this printed as an A3 poster for Layla’s room too. The “OK” on Layla’s jacket is a nod to one of our favourite rock singers, Karen O of the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. Back when she was littler, Layla used to watch Karen O and say she wanted to have an “OK” studded leather jacket just like Karen O did in one of her videos. That jacket actually said “KO” (for Karen O) but we never corrected Layla, or bought her a jacket for that matter. Also, before Layla was born, Alf and I were in a just-for-fun covers band called The OKs!
With the invite out of the way, I had to think about the dessert table and maybe there was plenty of good karma in the air, because two awesome ladies Ginny and Wenny, who sell partyware and party kits at Lemony Days and Lemonykit, wrote to me offering to help with Layla’s party. We met twice over dinner, and I found out that Ginny was the marketing whiz while Wenny was the maker. I sent them some pictures of what I had in mind, they came over to our home one night to take measurements, and Wenny got to work.
We weren’t done with our lucky streak yet, because one day, while taking the kids to the PD, we stopped by Cotton On and saw they were having a rock star promo in July. We picked up some rock tees and I decided to be bold and ask the staff if they would be disposing of their rock-themed cardboard props once the promotion was over. They not only confirmed that they would be throwing out the props, but agreed to keep a set for me so I could use it for our party photobooth! Carting the props home was a challenge but our cabbie was good natured about it and we managed to squeeze everything into a regular cab.
So I didn’t have to work very hard for this party at all, aside from deciding what would go on the dessert table and making sure there was enough seating, food, and entertainment for everyone. Even on the morning of the party, it was Wenny and Ginny putting things together, and once they got the backdrop up, I thought, it couldn’t get any more perfect than this–I want to keep this on our wall forever!
Wenny had searched for and printed out posters according to the party colours and stuck them together for the backdrop, and fashioned Layla’s name out of Christmas lights for some glitter. Then, she went on to make paper pinwheels and garlands, which you’ll see in the pictures later.
The girls also gave me square serving plates and striped straws, which they stock in their shop. Ginny managed to get hold of 10 old records, which I used on the dessert table by stacking them over bowls so they would act like stands. Again, by luck, I discovered I had $20 worth of Robinson’s vouchers and used them at Marks & Spencer’s to buy my favourite toffees to fill the jars.
The round serving plates are from ToTT, and the little records in the centre of the plates are coasters that were given to me by another friend when she heard about our rock theme. This year, I bought more M&Ms than I normally do, after discovering that Candylicious will repack their coloured M&Ms that are about a month from the expiry date, and sell them in 200g packs for $4. (The regular price is $6 for 100g.)
Upon request, Debbie also tried making these font-transfer cakes for the first time. The font looks spray painted on, which is pretty cool. We had The Ramones in there too but the guests got to those first.
Layla went to Daiso with her classmates a few weeks back and she was determined to find something for the party–I would never have thought to look for potential decorations in the iron-on section! The “Rock You” iron on was exactly what we needed to personalise our cupcake stand.
I figured not everyone would wear the knitted beanies right away, so I kept some rolled up in plastic jars.
I love these tattoos, and I decided that if Layla forgot to remove her tattoo for school, I wasn’t going to remind her either!
Testing the photobooth with the party’s headlining act–our awesome cousins James and Jessie, who’d agreed to spend their Saturday afternoon playing for us. Btw, I’d saved the tags from our Cotton On rock tees and used them for props too.
Getting ready to welcome our guests by handing out passes.
Glad to see grown-ups taking our dress code seriously!
Our little splurge for the party–I’d hired talented facepainter Diana, who I’d met online through the Singapore Mom Bloggers group.
We’ve tried to have a no-presents policy for Layla’s parties ever since we started throwing them. For this year, we thought it’d be fun to have a mini concert in our home and ask friends to perform a song in place of bringing a gift, if they wished. Back in our old home, we had a PA system that was given to us as a wedding gift, but we’d since passed it on to our cousins. John and Jessie helped us track the PA system down again and brought it back to our home about a week before the party so we could hook up and test the mics. Alf has a working guitar amp and our cousins brought another, so we managed to have some decently loud music on the day.
Layla originally wanted to sing Maroon 5′s Payphone, but Alf thought a happier song would be better and they had plans to do a mashup of two songs. With Alf’s injury, we decided to keep things simple since our cousins would be the ones playing guitar. Layla’s final pick was Best Song Ever by One Direction. It was hilarious when I accidentally called the song “Best Day Ever” and everyone groaned and corrected me. Tough crowd!
I thought the kids would have short attention spans, and I decided that for those who wanted to perform, a verse and chorus would do. We could repeat the chorus if necessary. I had the kids jump and play percussion along with the singing, so everyone got involved like they would at a real gig. Also on the line-up were What Makes You Beautiful (One Direction) and Train’s Hey Soul Sister, as well as a special and unplanned rendition of Happy Birthday initiated by one of our favourite little boys, Ram.
If you’re wondering why Z isn’t dressed according to theme, I’d bought him a Ramones t-shirt but he’d refused to change into it. No pants for him too. Talk about rock ‘n’ roll.
I’d prepared one craft activity for the kids: Showing them how to make noisemakers using ice cream sticks, toothpicks, a piece of paper, and rubber bands. The instructions I followed called it a “popsicle stick harmonica,” but the resulting sound was a cross between a honk and a bleat, depending on how you blew.
And we had just one official party game: Pass the parcel, played to a hard rock soundtrack. I’d prepared little prizes like erasers, tattoos, and Rainbow Loom guitar charms that Layla worked hard to make. Kids would come up and draw a card from me, which would either contain an easy forfeit (jump, play air guitar, or sing) or a prize. Those who carried out forfeits walked away with prizes too.
The rest of the time, our guests were free to chill out, eat cake, and draw on our kitchen wall with chalk–that’s always a crowd pleaser.
Dinner was from Catering Culture, the same Halal party caterer we’d used last year. This year, I’d wanted “rock fest” foods, i.e. finger foods that would be easy for everyone to eat. My mom-in-law also cooked a pot of vegetable fried rice, and my dear friend Gayathri brought chappatis, potatoes, and vadai for everyone.
After a quick dinner, the kids turned our corridor into a soccer pitch.
And before we called it a night, we rocked, rolled, and struck a pose.
This was by far the most fun party to plan, and I can’t believe the amount of help and love we received. The best part was looking at the photos my friend Nadia captured, and she’d even made us a surprise video because she knew we didn’t have time to record anything.
Thank you so, so much to everyone who helped make Laylapalooza happen, I couldn’t have done it without you!
We’ve had a busy two weeks putting the finishing touches to Layla’s rock star party, and oh, Alf fractured his wrist in three places during a late-night soccer match! He’s adjusted quickly–he still tries to cook and he even carried tables and chairs and dumped the trash after Layla’s party. During this time, all he’s needed is some help in the morning to button his cuffs. In fact I could almost forget he’s injured if not for his cast. I can only say I’m impressed with how my husband’s handling this.
The video above shows Alf and Layla practising for her party performance. Alf had already broken his wrist by then so I had to take over guitar duties for the rehearsals, and boy am I rusty! We threw Layla’s party last weekend and a party post is coming up as soon as our photos arrive.
Today is Layla’s actual birthday, so I thought I’d update everyone about what our primary concerns are at this stage of her childhood. To be honest, until July, things hadn’t changed much from when I wrote this post. With Layla having quit ballet, she was spending more time at home but it wasn’t making her happier. Worse, on occasion she would chance upon a picture of a friend winning a prize, or a story about someone her age being able to do something well, e.g. playing the piano, and her face would blacken with insecurity and jealousy. Then she would lash out at us and demand to be consoled or praised. The whole time, I tried to find out if there was something she would like to try/learn, and she kept saying she felt she was good at running, so we decided she should sign up for athletics as a co-curricular activity when school reopened for Term 3.
The way it works is that the girls who were interested in athletics were supposed to submit a consent form to the teacher in charge before the end of Term 2 in May. Layla was aware of this after she tried to submit the form to her class teacher Ms. E, and Ms. E said she wasn’t the right person to give the form to. I didn’t check on her and we all forgot about it until we were into the holiday and Layla remarked it was strange how everyone else had already received their acceptance into athletics except her. Upon probing, we discovered she’d kept her form in her file all the while, claiming she didn’t know how to go to the general office to ask for the right teacher and submit her form!
As you can guess, I exploded over that. Her lack of initiative really annoyed me. Her attitude at home wasn’t something I was pleased about either. Everything was something to cry or moan about, and I increasingly saw her slumped on our easy chair doing nothing in particular, instead of amusing herself with all the things she used to love, like learning to draw from the instructional books I’d bought her or playing with her blocks and Lego sets.
I gave her a pep talk during this time, and I tried to steer her in either of two directions. I told her there were two kinds of people that are able to make positive change or significant contributions to this world, and the first group consists of people who are truly passionate about something and willing to work at it. That energy and commitment may seem selfish at first, but often something great is created that impacts others as well. I added that if you can’t be passionate about something, you can look around you for people in need and be as helpful as you can–helpers make our world a better place to live in.
It was also during this period that I attended a talk by two girls currently studying in Princeton University. They grew up here before migrating to Canada, so they have an understanding of what the local system is like. The talk was actually about how to improve your chances of entering an Ivy League university and understanding the financial requirements of studying in these universities. I’d attended it not because I harbour Ivy League dreams for my kids, but because I was curious about the financial aspect, and also wanted to find out what these high-achieving families did differently from us. Layla is incredibly sweet and likeable, and she should catch on quickly enough to survive primary school with no major problems (I hope), but she doesn’t have that certain sharpness that I associate with Ivy League/Oxford-bound types. Instead, what I sometimes worry about is that with my critical nature and our lack of funds, we won’t be able to spot Layla’s gifts, give her sufficient exposure, or nudge her in the right direction and before we know it, the window of development or opportunity will pass.
Back to the talk: I promised Vivienne, Janelle, and their mom that I wouldn’t give too much away if I were to mention it on the blog. You can find them at Ivy Match Consulting, and I’m not sure how often they’ll be in Singapore to hold workshops, but I’m sure they do online consultations as well. The girls and their mom were delightful to listen to; they spoke with confidence and shared their personal experiences without using a single cue card, and fielded questions without stumbling. They gave plenty of advice, but I’ll list tips that are most relevant to this post. One was to start keeping a resume for kids even from Layla’s age, just to get in the habit of tracking achievements and skills–some of this information may come in handy at a later stage when your child needs to craft a narrative about his/her passions when applying for schools and internships. I’ve started photographing Layla’s certificates and taking note of what classes she’s attended (even short workshops over the holidays), as well as her school involvements like winning a medal during sports day or being picked for the spelling bee in school.
Their advice was also to expose kids to at least one activity from each of these categories–arts/music, sports/games, and something academic. Once you notice that your child has a special interest, find opportunities to showcase and develop that interest. Talent shows and competitions, they said, are a good way for kids to network with like-minded and driven peers, and even if you’re at the bottom of the rung, you can be inspired by the winners and what they’ve accomplished. The girls cited a case of a science fair that they participated in, where the winner was a 15 year old who saved lives by discovering a new and much more affordable way to detect pancreatic cancer in its early stages.
And finally, they stressed the importance of developing public speaking skills at every opportunity, even if it was simply getting your kids to deliver a toast or short presentation at a family dinner. This is an important skill no matter what your life’s dreams are.
Btw I’d like to state that I paid for and attended the talk after seeing a link on SGMotherhood’s instagram feed, so this is not a sponsored plug. There was tons more that was discussed during the talk and I have pages of notes in my organiser to show for it, but I’d like to get back to what we’re currently doing with Layla.
Thing is, Alf has been keen for Layla to get heavily involved in sports because it can build confidence and instil discipline, among other benefits. I think she is naturally athletic, but I also think it could be hard, if not impossible, for her to be talent spotted in a school scenario. She’s pleasant and eager to please but she can also blend into the background, and I don’t think she necessarily tries her best on occasions when teachers are watching. I’ve heard about her classmates being shortlisted for school teams and competitions but never her, and I’ve sometimes wondered why. I do think that certain occasions will crop up where I’ll have to intervene in order to get her the opportunities she needs, as opposed to leaving it in her hands or the teachers’ hands, and one example was her Chinese speech and drama performance that I wrote to her form teacher about. About a week after I’d sent the letter, Layla came back and told me she’d been given a small speaking role that required her to stand up front and use the mic; she was very pleased about it, and invited me to watch her at the play after all. (She’d initially told me not to bother going.) I did watch her, and although she was possibly still too soft, I could see from her face and her expression that she was doing all she could to be loud and animated, and I was proud of that effort, and bought her a little gift to reward her after.
With this in mind, I decided to stop being mad at her for not handing in her athletics form, and I emailed the teacher, took her to school and got everything sorted out for her during the holidays. Coincidentally, a mom I’d gotten to know during our ballet days (whose daughter is in Layla’s school) told me about a new rhythmic gymnastics team that was being set up in school. The circumstances are a bit strange; it’s not an official school activity yet, but the girls are already training twice a week and up to 2.5 hours each time. Rhythmic gymnastics shares some similarities with ballet and in my opinion, is less risky than artistic gymnastics because everything stays on the floor. I was eager to let Layla try this–up till last year, she’d been asking me when she could return to Prime Gym for lessons. She had to go for a tryout in school and the coach said she had a great frame for gymnastics but lacked flexibility. Still, the coach was agreeable for Layla to join them and she’s been training since July. For me, it’s a 1.5hr journey by bus (there and back) to pick her up in school twice a week, but I’ve decided it’s a tiny price to pay.
And here’s the deal: The training is tough, very tough. Layla and the rest of the kids literally cry during the sessions because they’re being stretched out to the max by the coaches, who’re Chinese nationals. Layla has told a lot of people since that she hates gym, but I’ve talked to her about sticking with this because I think she does need to get more flexible if she wants to pursue dance in any form, which she seems to be interested in. Flexibility was a problem for her in ballet as well, and the gym coach said it’s a hurdle she has to cross. Also, I feel that the other core training and conditioning exercises that they’re currently doing are good for Layla in the long run. Most of all, I want her to know what it’s like to work hard at something for a change, and I’m reluctant to give up on this unless we replace it with something that functions at the same level of intensity. Everything else she’s done before seems like fluff in comparison. I should also mention that because it’s conducted in school, we’re paying only half of what gym schools like FlyOnce are charging for for 4-hours-per-week training–Layla’s training for up to 5 hours each week, with the option of additional training on Saturdays (if she wishes, which of course she doesn’t for now) at a location that’s convenient for us.
It’s been over a month, and I have to say that I’m already seeing improvements in Layla’s home behaviour. Perhaps because she already cries during training, being home is a big relief for her and she’s cut down on her wailing. She’s also started using her time at home better by reading more, and of late, playing with Lego again. And perhaps most telling is the fact that she persevered and made this Rainbow Loom doll all by herself following a Youtube tutorial video, when previously, she would try and fail at simpler projects and be reduced to sobs.
Well, that’s my update! Things could change again, and fast, especially if she starts dreading gym to the extent of wanting to skip school and so on. We’ll take it a day at a time.
Last Saturday, Layla and I were invited to a “parents & kids” flamenco workshop organised by The Esplanade. I’ve usually said no to Saturday activities because Layla has cathechism classes in the afternoon and I don’t like juggling multiple events in a day. But I’ve had a change of heart, as I don’t want to keep depriving Layla of opportunities to try something new just because I find travelling a hassle–after all, most places are about an hour away at most. And, I mean, there are parents willing to drive across states so that their kids can get the best instruction or exposure!
Despite my best intentions, we left home later than we should have on Saturday and arrived late for the workshop. Fortunately the class was small and they were still at the hand claps stage, otherwise known as palmas. We were taught two kinds of clapping–one with the hands slightly cupped for a louder, fuller sound, and another with the hands flat for a sharper sound. We were also asked to count in fours and try accenting the first beat, and once we managed that, we threw in a foot stomp for effect. (Click here for a much more complicated clapping routine.)
The next thing we were taught was the importance of an open, “proud” posture in flamenco dances. This is no dance for wallflowers–showmanship is everything here, and the first tricky part for me came when our fingers had to be part of the performance as well. What we had to do was move our arms in a semi circular motion, with our fingers opening up like flowers, and that threw me off. Also, it’s a lot more tiring than it looks; flamenco dancing is a good workout for your arms because you’ll have to keep holding them up. Subsequently, we were taught a few simple sequences that we put together for a short dance, which was a lot of fun and not too difficult to follow, although I messed up a few steps especially when the teacher was observing us instead of leading!
The hour passed quickly and I was glad we’d made time for the session! I felt it was well paced, and although the steps were simple, there were already challenges that we had to overcome. I know that Layla’s interested in dance; she loves watching music videos where there’s dancing and I’ve asked her before if she’d be keen to take a hip hop or jazz dance class, but that’s the point where she hesitates. I think it can be intimidating to sign up for a term’s worth of dance classes when what kids around her age need is a sampler, and what The Esplanade is providing with their Footwork dance classes is perfect for this purpose. I like the idea of parent-accompanied workshops even though Layla’s old enough to do this on her own; it’s a chance to bond and it takes the pressure off the child when the parent tries something and realises it’s not easy! Also, these workshops are conducted by different dancing schools, so if your child enjoys the workshop and would like to learn more, you’ll just need to let the teacher know, and you can discuss next steps.
The Esplanade is holding these parent-child Footwork classes as part of the da:ns Festival, and they’re offering classes for hip hop, flamenco, cha cha, bhangra, and line dancing. The classes are suitable for kids aged 7-10. The workshop fee is S$24 for an adult-and-child pair, or S$36 for a family of three. There are also workshops for youths and adults, as well as for little ones (3-6yrs). Click here for the schedule and other details.
Layla and I received complimentary tickets to a Footwork class at The Esplanade; I was not compensated for this post. Group photos are courtesy of The Esplanade.
We entered the June hols in full colour, but right after, we all took turns getting sick, and I mean the full works–sore throats, runny noses, phlegmy coughs, high fevers, and even throwing up. In between, Alf and I had work to do and we spent about three weeks of the holiday holed up at home. So it was a much-needed surprise when I received an email from Grand Park Orchard offering to host us for a weekend. We took advantage of the recent Youth Day holiday and requested a Sunday-to-Monday stay, hoping to avoid the weekend crowd.
Last weekend, Layla and I attended a blogger’s preview of Science Ahoy! at the Science Centre. It’s a workshop where kids pretend to be sailors while carrying out a series of simple science experiments and projects. Science Ahoy! is part of the Science Fest 2014 and it only runs for a week, until this Friday.
I’m not a Science Centre regular so I checked with a friend who is, to find out her opinion of this event, and she said it was better organised than some of the events she’d attended with her son previously, and at $5 per participant, it was a worthwhile price to pay for an hour of science.
For me, I felt the kids seemed to have a lot of fun going to the different stations, completing their activities, and collecting their reward at the end. I also thought that a little more could’ve been done at certain stations to encourage the kids to ask questions, or think harder about why their experiments turned out a certain way. If you’re considering heading down or would like to try similar experiments at home, here’s a recap of what we did at Science Ahoy: Continue Reading »
The mornings have always been hardest for me as a parent. I’m not a day person–I work better at night, I think better at night, and I have the best conversations late at night. Having to get up early was the biggest adjustment I’ve had to make for my kids. And well, when time no longer belongs solely to you, you learn to steal some whenever you can.
I remember a morning routine I had when Layla was about three. I would leave a plastic bag hanging on the doorknob of her room every night. In the morning when she got up, she would remove her pull-up diaper, throw it in the bag, help herself to a new diaper and enter my room. In my half-asleep state I would put her diaper on for her, and she would entertain herself until she got thirsty and wanted her morning milk.
Z’s able to remove his pull-up diapers and throw them in the bin as well. Too bad he’s pushier and louder than his sister was–the pictures show him enjoying his favourite activity–so I can hardly sneak in a snooze while he’s awake.
Apart from being easy for toddlers to remove, pull-up diapers are useful when you head out because you can change your toddler standing up if the diaper isn’t soiled. (I’m sure some parents can change poopy diapers without using the changing station, but it’s not an art that I’ve mastered.) I’ve also used pull-ups as a cheaper alternative to swim diapers. At my nearby water playground, I’ve seen diapers fill up with too much water and “explode,” spilling fluff and crystals everywhere. It hasn’t happened to us; I try to keep an eye on the diaper and change it when it bloats.
Both my kids only used pull-ups when they could walk, but you could start using pull-ups when your child is about six months old. Compared to conventional diapers, pull-ups are designed to fit more snugly around your child, so that they won’t droop too much as they get heavier, or worse, fall off. This means there is closer contact between the diaper and your child’s skin, which is why the material matters.
Since April, Z has been using the recently relaunched Drypers Drypantz, which is made of a soft, cloth-like and breathable material, especially around its Comfort Fit™ waistband. The people behind Drypers wanted to create a diaper that would satisfy parents in every way, so they set out to make a diaper that:
1. Is easy to put on and remove–if you’re changing your child in a lying down position, you can easily tear the sides apart.
2. Reduces pressure on the tummy.
3. Helps minimise red marks and irritated skin around the waist.
4. Ensures air circulation for healthy skin while diapers are on.
It’s all about making children as comfortable as they can be, and Z has had no red marks or rashes while using Drypers Drypantz. Comfortable kids are happy kids, and happy kids will give their parents an easier time–which is what I’m always hoping for!
In case you can’t remember what I’ve said above and are still wondering why you should try Drypers Drypantz, here are their new mascots Softie the cloud and Airy the pinwheel with a recap:
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One of my favourite local bloggers, Justina of makingmum.blogspot.com, invited me to join a weekly “writing process blog hop.” I’d been invited once before by another friend, but at the time, I said no. Later, I realised I was interested enough to follow the links and read about how others run their blogs, so Jus caught me at a good time!
To me, the best bloggers have always been the ones who inspire readers to make positive changes in their own lives. Justina, by being focused on her values and passions, has done exactly that. Three years ago, I didn’t craft much at all, but I ventured to make this sign as an anniversary present for Alf after following Jus’s blog for a while. It turned out nothing like her crafts, but she helped me in real life too by giving me tips and supplies! Jus also runs a “Grateful Gatherings” link up on Tuesdays, which I’ve participated in several times. It’s encouraged many moms to reflect and find new ways to appreciate their own lives. And as she shares more about homeschooling with three, I think she will pave the way for others to put aside their fears and follow their hearts. She’s nominated for Best Family Blog at the blog awards this year, so visit her blog to read her writing process and find out how you can vote for her.
Back to the blog hop: How it works is that every Monday, different bloggers are tagged to answer the same four questions about the blogging process. Here we go!
#1 What am I working on?
We were fortunate enough to enjoy our first sponsored staycation last week, and I’m still figuring out how best to present it. I also attended a lively presentation recently given by two Princeton students and their mom, and I’m excited to write about that, along with how I intend to put more effort into helping Layla find her passions. And, I met a US blogger I’ve been following for years! I unexpectedly spent over an hour chatting with her and her husband, and I’ll definitely share a few thoughts relating to that experience. Plus, Layla’s rock ‘n’ roll party is coming up next month, so expect a few party-related posts too.
I know I haven’t posted anything in the last two weeks–in light of recent events, I wanted this to be the first post to appear on my blog, as a way of making clear where our family stands without having to say too much. Continue Reading »
Layla wrapped up the school holidays by spending a weekend with my friends and chalking up two first-time experiences–visiting the Night Safariand the River Safari, on consecutive days. Wait, maybe it’s three firsts since she’s never spent two days in a row at the zoo before! In between, she had her fill of Netflix cartoons, ate better homecooked food than she would’ve at home, slept in her own airconditioned room, and enjoyed a much-needed break from nagging and yelling. I’m surprised she was willing to come home.
This was probably the best bit of Layla’s holiday, but I’m going to veer off track here to talk about something else. Layla’s pictured in pink, and this was not a deliberate choice, but if you live in this country, you’ll know that there was a pink vs white war going on this weekend. I didn’t read too much about it; there was no need, since it’s not hard to figure out what the fight is about. Pink represents those who believe that gay people are entitled to their legal rights, which includes being legally recognised as a couple, while white is for those who want innocence and righteousness restored. I don’t stock either of those colours in my wardrobe, so I was out and about in brown on Saturday.
The friends who hosted Layla over the weekend, they’re both women. They live together, they’ve built a life together, and I don’t think either of them would call their decision a “lifestyle choice.” They love each other, simply because the heart wants what it wants.
Of course they are just one couple, and not all gay relationships are about love. (Not all relationships are about love, no?) But if you believe that two consenting adults should live their lives in hiding so that you and your family can lead a sanitised existence, I think that’s irresponsible. Your insecurities belong to you, so own them and take steps within your capacity to protect your family; your fears are not a national problem requiring government intervention. And don’t make it my problem either, because I don’t need a seldom-enforced rule in place to reassure me about how my kids are going to turn out.
As for the weekend, I trusted that my daughter was in safe hands even before one friend said to the other, “Don’t let her out of your sight! Even if you need to go to the toilet, make sure she’s standing outside your door and you can see her feet!”
The fact is that my children will grow up around people who’ve realised that they’re never going to pair up and play house with the opposite sex. They will also grow up going to church. If this were a Facebook-defined relationship I’d say it was complicated, and Alf and I haven’t decided on an official statement for Layla and Z when they start asking more questions. What I would definitely say is that the sound and fury surrounding homosexuality has reached ridiculous heights, and this has been perfectly summed up by a pastor that I respect:
Shopping for a camera was something I’d been putting off for the longest time because I always feared getting confused over the different dials and settings. Also, I didn’t want to splurge on a new gadget only to discover that I preferred taking pictures with a phone cam. But the deal really was good–it was within my budget–and I trusted Shirley’s opinion, so I decided to stop overthinking this and go ahead with the buy. I still have a lot to learn, obviously, but I’m glad I have a proper camera now.
I'm Evelyn, and I run this blog. Fourteen years ago, I met my husband Alf in a classroom that neither of us belonged in, and grabbed his attention by nearly falling over a table. He didn't come to my rescue, but we did exchange numbers eventually. We now have two kids, Layla and Z, and our lives are the better for it. That's the short version of our story. Feel free to browse around and leave me a message!