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The freakonomics of parenting

Every time I read a new parenting theory, I try to take it with a pinch of salt, mostly because the next time I come back to the same bookshelf, there’s a new authority with a new revolutionary breakthrough discovery in parenting.

The obsessive parents are up-to-date with the all latest parenting fads, citing studies on how important it is to choose the best schools, teach your kids multiple languages and go to museums to develop their inquisitive minds. I figured all those things were great if you had the time and moolah but by no means necessary. Not when I’m struggling to make it through 24 hours to keep both kids fed, diapered and alive.

Besides, the only thing I remember about my childhood was playing pirates with my brother and stabbing him with a wooden sword (which was awesome, by the way – the sword, not the stabbing). I went to a neighborhood school where overaged Primary School kids were more interested in getting cigarettes than an education.

So when I read the chapter on parenting in Freakonomics (I know, it’s been out for ages, but my reading material has been limited to cooking instructions and nutritional information) the other day, it just blew my mind. In a good way. They used very big numbers and complicated statistics of large samples to posit two overarching theories.

1.  Nature and nurture each made up about 50% of a child’s development.

2. As far as parenting goes, it didn’t matter so much what the parents did as opposed to who the parents were.

They did extensive research on things like how having books in a child’s home was correlated with better grades while reading to a child everyday was not. Or how speaking English in the home made a difference while taking a child to the museum regularly did not. It was all completely mind-boggling because it contradicted conventional wisdom on parenting. We are used to being told that parents could make or break a child’s future. Send them to the best schools, teach them 5 different languages, read to them religiously, buy them educational toys and they would become successful in life.

Except NOT.

Well, first of all, genetics. Smart and successful parents were more likely to have smart and successful kids because things like IQ, that’s innate. The studies showed that a child born to not-so-smart parents and adopted by smart parents was less likely to be smart (even if they were exposed to the best education money could buy). So if you and your husband are smart, congratulations, that’s half the battle won.

The other half lies not in the things you do, like reading to them or sending them to tons of classes, but in the kind of parents you were. Taking the book example mentioned earlier, it seems bizarre that a kid whose mom brought him to the library and read to him every night fared worse in school than a kid whose mom had lots of books in the house but did not read to him at all. They suggested that it was not the act of reading to the child per se that made the difference but the environment the child grew up in. If daddy and mommy loved books and were voracious readers themselves, the kids would love to read even without having books forced-fed down their throats.

Similarly, parents who spoke English at home were likely to be educated and successful, which was correlated with educated and successful kids. On the other hand, bringing your kid to the museum was utterly useless in having better grades. Just like watching loads of TV did not make their brains rot. And so on.

This translates into very good news for me, since I can now save that extra $2,000 on extra-curricular activities and just let them play with empty bottles. But more importantly, it’s a wake up call for us. If we want them to do better, it’s not about telling them the importance of doing better but doing it ourselves. We’ve got to be the kinds of people we want our kids to become and then we won’t need to nag incessantly at them to turn off the telly and pick up a book.

And seriously, if you’ve got time, pick up a copy of Freakonomics, it’s really quite brilliant.

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The Flood Survival Kit – don’t leave home without it.

It’s been flooding a lot recently. I didn’t think I’d see entire shops being flooded in Singapore, I mean, you read about this kind of thing in other countries and all my life, I’ve never seen an actual flood.

That got me panicking, obviously, because I’ve got to think of contingencies now that I’ve got 2 kids. If it’s just me, I’d definitely survive a flood (thanks to all those swimming lessons) but there’s no way I’ll make it with 2 babies alone. So I’m coming up with a flood survival kit. That’s crazy, you say, it’s never going to happen in Singapore. Ah, but you never thought you’d see Hermes (I wept a little for all those lovely Birkins) completely submerged either, did you?

Anyway, here’s my flood survival kit. Feel free to use it if you like. You’re welcome.

1. Ziplocs, lots and lots of Ziplocs

They’re watertight and good for keeping spare clothes for when you get to safety so the kids don’t die of hypothermia after struggling to survive the flood. They’re also handy for keeping snacks so they don’t die of hunger after avoiding hypothermia and drowning. Two steps ahead, y’all.

2. Heavy-duty backpack

Those pretty (and also pretty useless) Kate Spade baby bags aren’t ergonomic enough when you’re stuck in a flood. You don’t want to be trying to tuck them in under your armpits while keeping a hold of two flailing babies. What you need is a heavy-duty backpack that straps on tight and distributes the weight evenly. Preferably waterproof, but if you can’t find one, that’s what the Ziplocs are for.

3. Thermal swimsuits

People tend to underestimate how cold the water can get, especially when you’re stuck in it for say, 10 hours before someone finds you and pulls you to safety. Kids lose heat pretty quickly, so you got to make sure they wear something that traps whatever little body heat they’ve got. Better yet, get one of those thermal packs and stuff it into their swimsuits.

4. Arm floats

That’s the first thing to inflate during a flood because it’ll keep them afloat if I lose my grip on one of them. Also, you don’t have to blow until you turn blue. You’ll need to conserve some air for the actual flood. And for shouting for help.

5. Water toys

I know, you think that’s just insane and completely unnecessary. It’s a crisis and you’re thinking of toys. See, that’s the difference between parents and non-parents. If you’ve ever been stuck with 2 babies for more than 5 minutes, their incessant nagging/screaming about how bored they are will drive you to drown yourself out of your own volition. Trust me, you want to pack the toys.

6. Large-ass dinghy

This is a tough call but I decided to put this in. On the one hand, just inflating it during an emergency will kill you. But on the other hand, you won’t have to search frantically for plywood (think Titanic) to help you stay afloat. The best is to get one big enough to fit yourself and both kids but if not, at least just find one to put the kids in while you hang on at the side for dear life. My advice: Inflate it first and have it handy so it’s there when you need it.

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At first I was afraid, I was petrified

I realize that I haven’t done lists for a while, which is weird because I really love lists. I make lists of everything, and I mean everything, like where to hide from zombies (Bill Murray’s house) to the most delightful breakfast options (anything with bacon) to the best places to get tattoos (body parts, not parlors).

Today’s special will be my Top 5 Worst Parenting Moments hall of fame. Wait a minute, you say, isn’t parenting all about snowflakes and glitter? What about all those cute baby moments? We’d like more of those please.

Only except that it’s not. Here’s a newsflash: Being a mom is one hell of a tough job. According to my latest poll (which I love almost as much as lists), here are the top 3 most difficult jobs in the world.

1. Astronaut

2. Mom

3. Neurosurgeon

I know that’s hard to believe because your neighbor’s cousin’s friend’s aunty twice-removed who hoards newspapers and showers once a week is also a mom, but if you look hard enough, you’ll probably also find a neurosurgeon who performs procedures with an scalpel fashioned out of rocks. So just because anyone can make babies doesn’t mean that raising them is a walk in a the park.

Alright then, to the list we go:

1. Being stuck in a jam for over an hour alone with both kids.

Traffic jams are are to kids what kryptonite is to Superman, what Delilah is to Samson, what sunlight is to Dracula – it sends them ballistic. Crap, the analogies are awful, so scratch that, let me illustrate with a pie chart instead. Kindly direct your attention to the chart below.

As long as the vehicle is moving, there’s only an 11% chance they’ll lose it but once the car is stationary, their scream button gets activated immediately. One time, I was stuck in a jam for 90 minutes with both kids at the back and it remains till this day the worst parenting experience ever. Suffice to say, there was a lot of screaming, whining, complaining and for-the-last-time-be-quiet-ing. These days, I avoid traffic jams like the plague.

2. The time Truett fell into the pool and almost drowned

For some bizarre reason only known to him, he insisted on removing his arm floats in the wading pool. I was carrying Kirsten in the water and wasn’t prepared for a meltdown and I figured the water was too shallow for him to drown so I obliged. Next thing I knew, he disappeared into the water and even though I was barely two arm’s length away, it took me 5 seconds to reach him without submerging Kirsten as well. It was the most terrifying five seconds of my life.

3. The first 3 months after Kirsten was born

Technically not a moment, but a series of 7,257,600 moments of please-God-make-this-stop-it’s-killing-me. I don’t know what I was thinking attempting to look after a newborn and an almost toddler all by myself while battling post-natal depression. If you missed all that drama, you can look back at the archives from 13 July 2009, but only if you have days to burn and lots of alcohol to go with it. Or if you’re feeling depressed and would like some company, but don’t blame me if your depression goes into a tailspin, I’m just trying to help.

4. When all of us fell sick at the same time

Having one sick kid is stressful. Having two sick kids is worse. Having two sick kids, a sick husband and a sick me is like Nightmare on Elm Street (literally). Zombies shuffling – check. Screaming – check. Puking – check. Clawing at ankles – check. To be honest, I haven’t actually watched the show because I don’t watch horror at all (the last time I watched anything remotely scary was Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom) but I’m pretty sure it’s got all the same elements.

5. And that’s all I’ve got

This exercise is turning out to be way more draining than I thought and also, I really don’t have 5 things, which is not because I make this motherhood thing so easy but I suppose being a mom is mostly all snowflakes and glitter after all. So go make more babies because they are totally awesome and not that bad as long as you don’t get stuck in jams or fall ill or let do retarded things like almost letting them drown.

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My life in numbers

You probably know by now that I’m not a big fan of numbers, especially when you string a lot of them together at one time. Anything past 100 and my head starts to hurt. I say, give me words and pictures any day.

Tru loves to count though, so I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be a Math genius like Einstein or one of those Russian scientists with crazy hair. BTW, ever wondered why Einstein’s hair was so big? It’s a price to pay for being that smart because all the fried brain cells makes the hair go nuts. Need more proof? Just look at my hair – massive.

Anyway, Tru has been counting everything recently, like Megabloks, cups, ants, spoons, dirt and his personal favorite, buttons. Yup, clothing buttons. He sometimes skips three and eight but I shan’t nitpick since I’m not a fan of those numbers myself.

Numbers people will tell you that numbers are better than words because they tell a story and they don’t lie. There’s some truth in that so here’s my attempt to tell my story in numbers.

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Mother Inc Takes On the Subaru Forester

Last Friday, I was invited to test drive the Subaru Forester for a day. Generally, when somebody asks me to take their car out for a spin, I try not to refuse. I’m accommodating that way.

When I told my mom, she was all like “what do you know about cars?” and I admit, I was stumped for a while. Cars fall into the category of things I like to pretend I know a lot about, so I have all the handy key words like torque and fuel injection but I’m not very sure how it differs from the regular injections I try to stay away from. For a long time, I thought the boot was the thing in front with all the engine parts.

So I guess that makes me a very bad car reviewer but I did some very extensive research on google beforehand to make up for it. I also made up a list of all the things to look out for in a car. I wanted to bring a clipboard along and put a pen behind my ear to look more professional but the husband said I’d only look like a douchebag so I ditched it. Then when I reached the Subaru showroom to pick up the car, the guy behind the counter looked at me very dubiously and that’s when I knew I probably should have trusted my instincts and brought my clipboard.

Me: Hi, I’m here to test drive the Forester.

Counter guy: Are you from the media?

Me: Er…yes?

Counter guy: *looking suspicious* Which media are you from? SPH?

Me: Daphne Media. It’s kind of like SPH, just a lot smaller, but totally works the same way.

He looked even more suspicious but then he made a phone call and I was ushered to a waiting area to snack on some pastries to wait while they brought the car out.

But back to the car. I knew the Forester was an AWD so I wanted to take it out on some rough terrain to give it a go, but I couldn’t find any dirt tracks so we decided to head out to Sentosa instead. We loaded up the kids, two car seats, a stroller and about 10 bags into the car and drove off with the wind in our hair.

You can check out the specs of the car on the website but I’ll summarize the good stuff here for you.

1. Acceleration

There’s only one way I like my cars – fast. I also like them big, but fast is way more important, especially if it makes that low rumbly sound when I floor the accelerator. With a 2.5-liter engine, I can already feel the difference from my trusty Honda Jazz. The moment I hit the expressway, I couldn’t resist stepping on it to feel the surge of acceleration. Let’s just say that hypothetically, if I was driving at 130km/h, the car didn’t even flinch, which I can’t say the same about my 1.5-liter Jazz.

2. Sunroof

I actually didn’t notice the sunroof until we were almost at Sentosa. I was waiting at a traffic light so I started fiddling with all the buttons and next thing I knew, it was like my Batmobile transformed. There’s something about having a sunroof that makes you feel like James Bond. All I needed was a tux and a fake accent and I would have rocked the look. Although we decided to close it after 2 minutes because it was messing up my hair, and all the cool air was escaping and we didn’t want to arrive at Sentosa looking like a couple of sweaty hillbillies with big hair. Still, it was fun while it lasted.

3. Generous boot space

You probably won’t appreciate the need for a large boot if you don’t have kids unless you’re a serial murderer looking for somewhere to stash those bodies, but take it from me, when it comes to space, bigger is always better. At one point, we had two strollers, two car seats, a mountain of toys and a thousand bags squeezed into the boot. Sometimes, I’ve got stuff stacked so high I can’t even see out of my rear mirror, which I’m fairly certain is a traffic offense.

4. Cruise control

I didn’t quite figure out how to work this but it would have been a nice feature to have, seeing that you can actually take your foot off the accelerator without crashing to a halt. So if you ever need to change your pants in the car, like I sometimes do, then you can do it discreetly while driving. Definitely a plus.

On the flip side, I was hoping the back would be a bit more roomy. With two Maxi Cosis behind, there wasn’t much room left for ferrying passengers. At best, only a very thin person could squeeze in from the front and even then, the ride would be quite uncomfortable. The accessories inside weren’t spectacular and I was only ok with the design. I prefer my cars curvy like a blonde bombshell, and the Forester, it’s more like a lumberjack, all masculine and dripping with testosterone.

Also, with the skyrocketing COE prices, it’s hardly easy on the wallet. But it’s also not extortionate so if you have the moolah to spare, it’s probably what they call value for money.

Then again, you might want to test it for yourself first.

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School Shopping 2.0

Speaking of learning, we’re on the hunt for schools again. The last time we did it was stressful to say the least. I called up every childcare centre near my place and visited quite a few until we finally found Emmanuel Playgroup, where Tru is attending now.

It fit everything we were looking for. They took Tru in at 18 months, which is admittedly a little young to start going to school (most places start at 24 months), but the great thing is that it doesn’t feel like an institution. The classes are small and cosy. The teachers are friendly and warm and awesome with kids. Plus, they really adore the kids, which in my books, is the most important thing I’m looking for.

Tru’s loving going to school, and he comes home with stories about his raisin adventure with Aunty Shirley. It would also be the perfect place to start Kirsten, who turns 18 months next Jan.

Thing is, they’re not going to continue the playgroup next year, so we’re back to school shopping again. This time, I’m starting early because some places have a waiting list for almost an entire year. It’s not fun to be desperately knocking on doors in December.

First off, here’s what we’re looking for.

1. Something for the 18-month old

Lots of the places I called only take in kids who are at least 2. Kirsten now looks on longingly as we drop Tru off at school every morning, wondering about all the fun that goes on beyond the bright red door and colorful walkway. And how incredible would it be to finally have 3 hours ALL TO MYSELF every morning? I’m already making a list of all the things I could do, like roller blading at East Coast, spa sessions, morning movies where I’ll be the only one in the whole cinema, real shopping…

2. Teachers that care

During the orientation tour, it’s hard to tell if the teachers are just doing it as job. Most of them will at least try to look like they care. So I get Tru to have a complete meltdown halfway through the tour just to see how they react. Some look genuinely appalled, others make a hasty getaway and then we find those that remain unfazed as they whip out a raisin to calm him down while proceeding with the tour. Also, I like to drop by when a class is in session to see how they interact with the other kids.

3. Decent enough environment

Ambience counts for a lot, actually. Kids seem to have an instinct for nicely decorated places. Ideally, there should be bright colors everywhere, with a place for water play and sand play. Tru’s only criteria is a nice playground (generally, the bigger, the better). He sees a playground and he goes ballistic because it’s his happy place. Which means I will make sure I find him a very happy place, if it’s the last thing I do.

4. Reasonable distance from my place

I don’t need to find a place at my doorstep but I’d prefer not to travel halfway across town just to drop them off at school. I’ve found some really great places but they are a good 30 minute drive away and coupled with morning traffic, I’d end up spending a lot of time in the car. I could perhaps go for somewhere near the husband’s office since I do drop him off in the morning so that would probably give me more options.

5. Not too pricey

If I just had one kid, I might even consider selling a kidney to fund his education (that’s how awesome of a mom I am), but with two kids, I can’t possibly sell both my kidneys. I hear that you need at least one to survive. And if I eventually have another two kids like I plan to do, I’d have no more organs left by the time I’m 35. Not a good plan at all.

There are several other things on our list but they’re not dealbreakers. Like how it would be nice to find a Christian place so that they learn to say grace and sing Jesus loves me. But we can teach them all that at home so it’s not that big a deal.

If you have any places to recommend, I would be much obliged. Then I can also buy you a cup of coffee and we can chill out while waiting for our kids to finish school. You can also drop me an email if you’re shy.

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All you need to know about a baby’s first year

You’ve probably read the books on what to expect during a baby’s first year. Here’s my version, which is way less complicated and probably more true.

0-3 months: Cry Babies

That’s all they do. Cry and drink milk and cry and doze off for a while and cry some more which usually leads to you crying as well. You spend all that time waiting for a smile or a “thank you, mommy, you’re the best” and if you’re lucky enough to catch them on a particularly gassy day, you convince yourself that they’re actually grinning at you out of love and gratitude. But mostly, they just cry so it’s not terribly fun. My advice is to hang in there and if you feel like you need to cry too, there’s really no shame in bawling your eyes out.

4-6 months: Cute and cuddly

This is right about the time the rolls on their thighs start to really fill out. They coo and gurgle and look at you with those googly eyes that almost makes you forget the trauma of having a newborn. You witness the first flip, breathe in that intoxicating baby smell and hear the sound of a baby’s giggle that turns your heart to mush every time. Life gets better but mostly, they still cry a lot.

7-8 months: Independence Day

The mobility and independence kicks in and you suddenly realize that you’ve got a live one on your hands. They chew on electrical wiring, fling food everywhere and leave behind a trail of destruction. But good things happen and you stop needing to burp them for hours on end. Finally, the investment you made on all those developmental toys are worth their weight in gold and it buys you 30 minutes of uninterrupted silence. You can turn to the husband and gloat because now he has to eat his words when he said “only suckers pay a hundred bucks for a stupid dog that lights up and sings“. Now he’s all like “Daddy will buy you 10 doggies, one in each color, sweetheart”.

9 months: The really fun part

The moment they hit 9 months, you can let out that sigh of relief. By now, they should have worked out their nap time issues, sleep 12 hours through the night and do all the cute stuff you imagined every baby would do before you gave birth. The period from 9-18 months is like the moment of respite before the terrible twos hit and you have a screamy, whiny, tantrumy toddler who’s sole mission in life is to wear you out and make you cave.

In short, Kirsten has entered the really cute phase. From experience, this is a very brief window of optimum cuteness before the hissy fits kick in. Now, she still doesn’t know what a hissy fit is nor the perceived benefits of throwing one. She’s settled in nicely into a manageable routine. She grins and giggles and grooves to the beat and me, I’m just loving the moment.

As parents, we’re obliged to think that our babies are the cutest in the universe and even when they’re not, we’re supposed to love them like they are. But trust me, it does help when they actually are that cute.

I waited 9 months to meet her and another 9 months for her to blossom. I think baby girl has finally blossomed. Literally.

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