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March 2013

Lil Lookbook

Lil Lookbook: Pop goes my heart

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Neon hues are all the rage this season and Milk On The Rocks NYC has done brilliantly with this stunning Pop Print on its range of apparel. This yellow and red Japanese-inspired motif on cosy terry fabric is aptly named because it pretty much makes any outfit pop.

You know what? Go ahead and shelve those pastels or dull earthy tones, it’s time to go loco.

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Playsuit: Milk On The Rocks NYC (available at Not Too Big)
Jeans: Sudo
Cardigan: Milk On The Rocks NYC (available at Not Too Big)
Shoes: See Kai Run

 

Not Too Big is a Multi-label concept store that carries exclusive hand-picked and individually curated brands like Milk On The Rocks, Joules, Holster, Etiquette and Mischka Aoki. Browse the full range of droolicious labels in store at Level 2 of Forum The Shopping Mall.

 

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The League of Judgy Pants Parents

I have one pet peeve that drives me nuts and it’s what I like to call The League of Judgy Pants Parents. They are a special breed of parents who like to sit around on their high horses feeling all superior and passing judgment on everyone else.

Like this open letter to Moms on the iPhone going around on Facebook, which sums up what I’m talking about.

Why do some folks feel like it’s ok to look at a microscopic fraction of someone else’s life and immediately decide that they’re a lousy parent?

I bring my kids to the playground fairly frequently and do you know how boring it is to watch kids mucking about at a playground? VERY. They climb up the stairs, whizz down the slide, climb up the other way, back down the slide, and again and again and again. The first day I do this, i’m all “Good job!! Nice sliding there, buddy! WOOOOOT!!!” for all of 5 minutes. And then after a while, even the kids get bored with all my woo-ing so they look at me like “Ok mom, just relax and go chill out by that bench aight, I’m hanging out with my friends here.”

Imagine doing this 3 times a week for a couple of years. The woo-ing gets considerably less enthusiastic as time goes by.

When I’m excruciatingly bored, my mind learns to adapt and do this this thing called paying selective attention. Every few minutes, they wave or run over to give me a hug or yell for me to look at this new trick they learnt and I reciprocate by being interested in what they’re doing. Which takes up about maybe 30% of the time. The rest of the time, I have my trusty iPhone to save the day. I get to reply a few quick emails, do a bit of work, read some blogs, browse cat pictures, watch a couple of youtube videos, that sort of thing.

It’s a nice romantic notion that we should cherish EVERY SINGLE SECOND of our time with the kids. But I’m here to tell you that it’s a load of horse bollocks.

I spend in the region of let’s see, 24 hours with the kids (at least one kid at any given time) in a day and I would go batshitcrazy if I had to be cherishing every one of those moments.

See, in an average day, I have about 2 hours max of ooh-so-sweet kind of precious moments, which include singing to the kids, story time, tickle sessions, family chats, snuggling on the bed with lots of hugs and kisses. Another 5-6 hours are spent on functional maintenance type chores like driving them around, cooking, feeding, cleaning up, bathing, putting them to bed. Maybe an hour or so where the baby is asleep and I have some me-time to get some work done, write a blog post, edit some photos.

I have the privilege of working from home so I get to be around for the kids and manage my time around them, for which I’m immensely grateful. But that means that while I’m physically around for the kids most of the time, my brain has to be at multiple places at various times throughout the day. Sometimes when they’re at the playground, I have to be on Facebook (for work, y’all). Or when I have to take an urgent conference call, I put on Disney Junior and tell them to be quiet while mommy’s on the phone.  It’s not pretty all the time but it’s something that works for us.

Maybe I’m not giving them my undivided attention 100% of the time, but I get to carpe the crap out of the moments that matter. When they discover a dead lizard by the pavement, I can put aside my work for a moment and marvel at the grossness of a lizard corpse with them in the middle of the afternoon.

So excuse me for not getting on the guilt trip bandwagon when The League of Judgy Pants Parents decide that being on the iPhone at the playground is a cardinal sin.

And if I see someone giving me the stink eye the next time I pull out my phone with the kids in tow, someone is going to get punched in the face.

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Yes, you can.

“Mom, I can’t do it, I’m not good at this,” Truett said as he tore out yet another sheet of paper from his notebook. He was trying to draw an angry bird (from the game and not bad tempered fowl in general) but he wasn’t getting it quite right.

I peered over to see a roundish lump that bore about as much resemblance to an angry bird as it did to my grandmother. Which is to say, none. I guess it was a relatively decent effort as far as lumps go, with a nice roundish lumpiness to it. But truth be told, it wasn’t spectacular. It wasn’t even a frame-on-the-wall level of artwork.

“It’s a good try, son. Look, there’s the beak right? And the eyes…” I said.

He was scratching his head the way he usually does when he’s frustrated. “I think I won’t draw anymore. You do it for me.”

It’s a familiar scenario. The kids are at an age where they want to attempt new stuff. Stuff that they want to learn but aren’t very good at yet. You know, like drawing and dancing and skating and singing. And because they struggle to pick up a new skill, they know their attempt isn’t quite good enough so they get frustrated and feel like they’re lousy at it.

I figured there are a few ways to deal with it.

1. Be the realist parent. “Um, yeah, that’s not very good. But hey, you’re just a kid so you’re not expected to be good at it anyway. Maybe you’ll be good at something else.”

2. Be the pessimist Asian parent. “Like that also donch know? Hopeless lah, you. Last time mommy 5 years old already know how to *insert random skill*. When you go to prammy school sure die.”

3. Be the overly enthusiastic parent. “You’re great at this. No, really, you’re like the Van Gogh of angry bird drawing. In fact, I bet when Van Gogh was 5, he drew a lump just like yours and called it The Angry Bird, which eventually became one of his lesser known but no less amazing works.”

Guess which one we go for? That’s right, the third one.

Wait, hang on. Ok I’m aware of how annoying it is when parents think that their kids can poop rainbows and are basically the most magnificent specimens of awesomeness in the entire universe. Which is why I generally refrain from bragging (or humble-bragging) about them to other people.

But with them, it’s different. We tell them often that they’re brilliant and incredible and out of this world kind of awesome. Because it’s our job to see the potential they have and it’s our job to tell them that they can do amazing things even though they’re not doing them just yet.

During their first time on skates, they spent more time crawling around on all fours than actually on the wheels, but we were all “You can do this, guys! Come on, you just need to try again and pretty soon, you’ll be skating like Tony Hawk.” Am I certain that they’ll be that good at skating? No, not really. But there’s a chance they could. They could be the next Einstein or Picasso or Phelps.

So I picked up Truett’s crumpled ball of paper and told him that it was a great try and all he needed was some practice to get really good at it. In fact, I’d hold his hand and we could draw it together for now.

Behold, our angry birds masterpiece.

angry bird

Finn

Adventures in applesauce

Over the past 2 months, I’ve been trying to introduce solids into baby Finn’s diet. Apart from the hassle of having to chop, steam, mash and freeze the purees, weaning is an exciting time because 1. It’s so adorbs watching them taste food for the first time and 2. My boobs get to have a break.

Okay, mostly 2 because as I’ve come to realize, boob rest is a very strong motivation in life.

Unlike Truett and Kirsten who were both voracious eaters of tasty food, I’ve discovered that Finn has a rather more delicate palate. Plain baby rice or the occasional teething rusk, he’s ok. Mild flavors like pumpkin or peas, he tolerates. But anything stronger like mango or peach or sweet potato, he finds it disgusting.

Like last week was his first taste of applesauce.

I usually talk him through the process while I prepare the food, like “today we’re having something new and exciting…APPLESAUCE! It’s yummy and you’re going to love it.” And his gave me a look like ” Mom, we’ve been here before. I just want plain baby rice, that’s it, nothing fancy. Put some milk into the baby cereal and you’re done. None of that weird tasting stuff.”

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But of course I know better than he does because I mean, it’s applesauce, a delicious treat most everyone enjoys. What? You’d rather have tasteless cereal over applesauce? That’s just crazy talk.

I went ahead to scoop a tiny spoonful into his mouth and he immediately made a face. A face that said “From whence cometh forth this foul taste in my mouth?”

what is this in my mouth

And as the flavor made its way to the rest of his taste buds, he was all “THIS IS SO NASTY GET IT OUT GET IT OUT NOWWW!!!”

oh that's nasty

This will henceforth be referred to as the applesauce face and I may or may not have fed him another several spoonfuls of applesauce just so I could take pictures of him cringing.

Next stop: durians.

Lil Lookbook

Lil Lookbook: My shark wellies and me

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Wellies are what I call happy shoes. They’re good for all kinds of terrain, from jumping in puddles to walking through squelchy muddy patches and everything else in between.

If I could, I’d stomp around in them all day.

What’s even cooler is how Brit clothing label, Joules, has given the boring old yellow wellies a colorful, eccentric spin. They’re bright, happy and they come in kid-friendly prints like sharks, trucks, horses and flowers. Cuteness maximus.

Pair with a classic Joules Polo shirt for some serious stomping fun!

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Polo Shirt: Joules (available at Not Too Big)
Shorts: Aunty Ollie
Wellies: Joules (available at Not Too Big)

 

Not Too Big is a Multi-label concept store that carries exclusive hand-picked and individually curated brands like Milk On The Rocks, Joules, Holster, Etiquette and Mischka Aoki. Browse the full range of droolicious labels in store at Level 2 of Forum The Shopping Mall.

 

Kidspeak

I think I wanna marry you. And you. And you.

Kirsten: Next time when I grow up, I will marry daddy.

Me: Sweetie, um, I don’t think that’s going to happen.

Kirsten: I love daddy you know?

Me: I know! But daddy’s already married. To me.

Kirsten: No, not now. I mean when I’m a big girl like you. Then I will marry daddy.

Me: Well, by the time you turn 30, daddy will be 58, like Ah Gong. I seriously doubt you’ll want to marry him then.

Kirsten: Ok fine. Then I’ll marry kor kor.

Me: Actually, you can’t marry kor kor either. You’ll need to marry someone else.

Kirsten: But why? I love kor kor so much.

Me: Besides, if you marry kor kor, who’s going to marry baby Finn?

Kirsten: How about grandma? Baby Finn can marry grandma.

Me: What?? Mmm, I don’t think either of them would want that.

Kirsten: How about I marry baby Finn and kor kor. I will marry so many people.

Me: Wait, do you even know what getting married means?

Kirsten: Yes! I show you.

*grabs Truett and makes him twirl her around the room.

Kirsten: See, when I wear a pretty dress and do a twirly dance like this, it means I’m married.

*cue a whole minute of laughter

Me: Seriously, where are you learning this stuff from? Also, aren’t you far too young to be dreaming of a fairytale wedding?

not how you get married

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Working out – family edition

If there’s one thing I’d like to do more of as a family, it’d be to exercise. Good old heart-pumping, sweat-inducing, endorphin-raising kind of workout.

The husband and I used to be rather sporty back when we were younger and we’ve always wanted to inculcate a love for sports and exercise in the kids. We’d talk about how cool it would be if Truett turned out to be the next Jeremy Lin or if Kirsten became the next Sharapova. Or even if they don’t turn pro, it’d still be pretty cool to just hang out with them over a game of basketball as a family. I just need to have 1 more kid and we can do 3-on-3s.

When they were younger, we used to just bring them to the park to run around and get some fresh air but in the past year or so, we’ve introduced sporty activities like cycling and inline skating.

It’s been a little tough to get in a regular exercise routing ever since Finn was born, so our plan these days is to take whatever little pockets of spare time we have and head on down to the park nearby for a quick skating session.

The kids love it, we get to spend quality time as a family and we stay strong by maintaining an active lifestyle. It’s basically a win-win-win situation.

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The older I get, the more I realize the importance of staying strong and cultivating healthy habits. So in addition to the exercise routines, I also supplement with Anlene, which helps by providing the necessary calcium for strong bones. With just 2 packs a day, I don’t have to worry about insufficient calcium or losing bone mass. I think that counts as another win.

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This is part 2 of a series of sponsored conversations on behalf of Anlene Singapore. All opinions and text are my own.