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. Continue Reading »
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.
Alf and I celebrated our ninth anniversary of being husband and wife a few days ago. Or perhaps “celebrated” is the wrong word–we acknowledged it, and smiled at the fact several times throughout the day.
We dated for seven years before we got married, so I like to track our togetherness time as well: 16 years. The early years were spent in the old neighbourhood in the picture; that was once my block, and the bottom windows were mine. We got married because I had received a notice that the area had been marked for development and it was a possibility that the buildings would have to go. Well, this one still stands, although it doesn’t quite fit into my life anymore.
In the FB update I’d posted, I revealed our “secret” for staying together this long–it’s a day-to-day process of working to be kinder to each other, to fight less, and to laugh more. Actually I think this philosophy only came about in the last two years or so!
My husband gave me a lesson in kindness recently, after he heard that I’d had a string of disappointing or annoying encounters with near-strangers and familiars. He told me I needed to do two things:
#1 Stop thinking too highly of people. Alf knows I tend to idolise people, especially creative people, and I’ll go to the extent of crediting them for changing my life. (But they have!) Once I’ve elevated these individuals, I leave them with little room to fail, and I’ll be more upset than I need to be when they do.
#2 Stop thinking too badly of people. He said his own philosophy was that everyone is motivated by some form of selfishness, and there are no exceptions to this. In my world, there are sometimes only two categories (“You rock!” or “You suck!”), but for Alf, we’re all equals and in-betweens, and he finds it easier to forgive transgressions with his worldview.
It really made sense to me, which is why I’m sharing it here. It’s advice that works for marriage too.
If you’ve been following the blog for a while, you may know that I run a party photobooth service called The Party Paparazzi. It was a pet project between me and my sister-in-law Jac until she moved to New Zealand last year. It took me a while to find a new partner, but I’m now teaming up with Nadia of Itchyfingers Photography to offer the following service for small parties:
The Party Paparazzi’s No-Frills Party Package (UP S$450)
* 2 hrs of event photography
* 1 hr of “booth” photography (photos are taken in a single spot, with props, and 4R prints)
* All soft copies returned
We’ve realised that we both share a passion for wanting to help parents (especially moms) throw awesome parties without busting their budget. After all, we’re both budget moms ourselves. We got to talking with yet another mom who shared our vision recently, design mom Ann of Beautiful Revelry, and we’ve come together to organise a giveaway for ONE lucky parent, who will walk away with:
#1 The Party Paparazzi’s No-Frills Party Package (valued at S$450)
#2 Beautiful Revelry’s Digital Design Package (valued at S$175), which includes design work for the following:
* Up to A2 sized banner/backdrop
* Custom message bunting (unlimited alphabet)
* Mini toppers & tags
* Table tent
* Dessert table signage (up to A4 size)
* 2 x Party hat designs
* Cake bunting/topper
To qualify, please note the following:
#1 You must be a parent planning for your child’s party, and based in Singapore.
#2 You must claim your prize by 31 December 2014. (We can be slightly flexible on this.)
To enter, please do the following:
#1 Like these Facebook pages: The Party Paparazzi, Itchyfingers Photography, and Beautiful Revelry.
#2 Leave a comment here with your full name and a valid email address, stating:
* The number of children you have.
* Their birthday months.
* Whether you have liked our pages on Facebook.
Invalid entries will be disqualified. Please note that shoot availability is also subject to the photographer’s schedule.
Not everyone gets to win or participate, so here’s more good news: While our contest is running, we’ll be giving a S$125 discount off The Party Paparazzi’s No-Frills Party Package to EVERYONE–whether you’re a parent or not–who likes AND comments+tags a friend or shares this contest photo on Facebook. But again, please note that shoot availability is subject to our photographer’s schedule.
Closing Date: Wednesday, 25 June 2014, 6PM. A winner will be picked at random and the result announced on the blog on 26 June 2014.
Update 26/6: Congratulations to Deborah William Li! An email has been sent to you.
A couple of weeks ago, my friend Adora asked if I’d be interested in a pajama shopping date. We’d been invited to our first pajama party in decades and going in our regular clothes seemed like a cop out. Adora’s idea was to have us dress as this pair and I was sold after I saw this picture, but we were both busy and a bit lazy, so it didn’t happen. Strangely, we still managed to turn up in fairly matching outfits at the party. I guess our minds were already in sync!
The pajama party was actually a Philips launch event for their new series of night lights, which they had teamed up with Disney to produce. The lights they were introducing included cuddly little lights called Philips SoftPals, which came in the form of Mickey and Minnie Mouse, as well as Sulley and Mike from Monsters Inc. And there were these image projector lights that reminded me of my old View-master toy because you could point them at a wall to view pictures of Disney princesses or scenes from the movie Cars. There were also flashlights in the shape of Winnie The Pooh and Jake The Pirate, and wall lights depicting Disney characters. I think they covered their bases well with this range of characters–hardly anyone will be left out.
Since sleep was the theme of the night, we were treated to a short talk by the local version of the Baby Whisperer. Tammy Fontana is known affectionately to her clients as the “Baby Sleep Fairy,” and what she does for a living is help kids and adults to sleep better. (You can read more about the different types of sleep problems and how she helps families here.) Essentially, if a child has trouble falling asleep independently or takes 30 minutes or longer to fall asleep, it affects both the child and the parents and something needs to be done. It’s not hard to guess why kids might have trouble falling asleep; according to a Philips survey, the top two bedtime fears for kids aged 2-8 in Singapore are 1. being alone and 2. imaginary monsters in the dark.
Layla turns 8 this year and although she’s been sleeping alone since birth, she still gets spooked once in a while. Recently we saw a drunk man being dragged out of a cab by his family members, and it bothered Layla so much that she couldn’t sleep that night! She usually sleeps with her bedroom door open; she feels more secure that way but it’s not ideal since she goes to bed about four hours before we do, and there’s plenty of light streaming into her bedroom, not to mention noise. She does get very moody sometimes, even when she doesn’t seem tired. We’ve been attributing this to growing pains, but I’ve also read that exposure to light at night can cause depression. I’ve been wondering if having her sleep in complete darkness might help lift her mood. She’s never wanted to sleep with the door closed before, but we now have something that could help change her mind…
The Philips SoftPal light (i.e. Minnie Mouse) is soft enough to hug, and emits a dim light that’s good enough to see with but won’t disrupt sleep even if left on all night. To turn the light on or off, simply tilt the Philips SoftPal in any direction. It has a rechargeable battery already installed, and to charge it you’ll just have to plug the charging base into a power source and place your light on the base. If anything needs to improve it’s probably the instructions, and I’m not the only one saying this–I was about to pry apart Minnie’s base with a screwdriver to insert batteries, but it was glued on so that didn’t seem like the right thing to do. Luckily I checked with other blogger moms who’d received the light before I did anything drastic, and our Minnie remained unharmed.
Just for fun, I made a short video of Layla getting ready for bed, with her new companion looking on. Let it load a little before you hit “play!”
I think a Philips SoftPal light would appeal to most kids because it’s familiar to Disney movie fans–most kids love the movies–and it’s hug-friendly. It’s really as comforting as a favourite plush toy. I placed our light next to Layla’s bed, and with the assurance that she would have easy access to a soothing night light whenever she needed one, Layla was willing to shut the bedroom door at bedtime to help her get a better night’s rest. I’m typing this at 11.30PM, she’s fast asleep, and her door is still closed. Problem solved!
This advertorial post is brought to you by Philips Singapore; product shots in the first picture are via Philips.com.sg. The track on the video is “Jump Up” by The Diskettes, available on Free Music Archive and licensed under Creative Commons.
We held a colour fight yesterday and someone asked why we were doing it when Holi was long over. I decided to hold my tongue and save the corniness for the title of this post.
So, we threw only our second colour fight ever in honour of the June holidays, and I think everyone needs to do something like this once in a while, because it’s liberating to forget that the rest of your life exists for an hour and focus only on attacking others with colour and trying to avoid getting hit. One of the kids asked if we did this every day, and well, if we did we’d probably cure ourselves of migraines, stress, depression, and maybe even prevent cancer. It does feel that good.
No, I didn’t forget the obligatory jump shot.
The funny thing about colour fights is that you’re yelling at one another and getting all physical with your hands on people’s backs and faces, whether you know them or not, and there’s zero awkwardness because everyone looks ridiculous anyway. It’s intimacy, almost. But after the shower and a change of clothes, you have to get back to sitting politely and saying things like, “So uh… what do you do?”
That’s real life for you.
Will we do this again? Everyone around was saying we needed to do this next year and every year after that, so I think the answer is yes. It’s pretty easy to hold a colour fight, and here’s how you can do it too:
* Guests. Anyone can participate, but if I’m honest, I’d say that the enjoyment of this activity probably increases with age. Not all toddlers will play; Z had to be sent home with my mum-in-law because he burst into tears the second I smeared a bit of colour on him and was inconsolable.
* Location. You’ll want a place with easy access to water (important because you will probably need to rinse out your eyes a few times), shower facilities, and proximity to a play area in case kids decide that colour fighting is not what they want to be doing.
* Protection. Not everyone plays nice and you will get stuff thrown in your face, and more specifically, in your eyes. We grown-ups let out a couple of swear words (and maybe a few tears) whenever that happened to us! So make sure every kid has a pair of goggles, and is wearing them. Sunglasses won’t do the job.
* Colour supplies. We were lucky this year because my friend travelled to India and brought back lots of coloured powder packs for me. I also asked everyone to bring a pack of edible colour to share. Flour, coffee powder, Milo powder, red sugar, lemonade powder–these are all good. Food colouring will stain so you’ll want to be sparing with that. I made something that was a cross between kid-safe paint and slime, following this recipe but replacing the corn starch with potato starch. It was gross but some kids enjoyed it. Next year, I’ll try making my own coloured powder.
* Timing. We had people come in at different times during our fight, which was fun because we would yell “Newcomer!!!” and go in for the kill. But it was also nice the way we did it the first time where we waited at home to collect all the participants and headed to the field together. But well, timing isn’t really within your control as the host, so it’s probably best to keep it flexible.
* Food. Forget catering. Stick to pizza or anything that can be delivered in an hour, because bad weather could force you to cancel or postpone your colour fight.
* Cleaning. It’s easy to clean up after a colour fight. Most of the colours will land on you, and whatever lands on grass will eventually be washed away. We’ve been lucky to have it rain right after both our colour fights! And oh, I warned guests to wear their worst clothes, just in case. But I tossed our clothes, Layla’s bag, and even my shoes into the washing machine and ran the 29-minute cycle three times, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was hardly any staining!
Update 4/6: Some of our family members were able to make it to the colour fight, including Michelle, who wrote a recap post here. Look in the comments for the link to my girlfriend Steph’s photos too!
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!