picture perfect

After a divine brunch of truffle oil scrambled eggs on Saturday, we stumbled upon a hidden gem tucked away in a little nook near Bukit Timah Saddle Club. We did the only thing we could when one makes an unexpected discovery, which was to spend the rest of the morning dancing on hilltops, flapping imaginary wings and rolling down hills.

It was literally an off-the-beaten-path adventure – the very best kind.

For once, the weather was cool (explains the long sleeves) and the grassy slopes made it feel like a scene right out from The Sound of Music. Except without the Sound or the Music. Or Julie Andrews. Which basically makes it a pirated version with terrible sound. But with much cuter kids.

I’ll just let the pictures do the talking.

There were these huge leaves lying on the ground just asking to be picked up and turned into wings. They were happy to oblige, as always.

Ok, that’s the lot. Have a good one this week!

Just like a rainy Saturday calls for a cup of hot chocolate and some snuggle time under the covers, a sunny Sunday calls for bubble blowers and a picnic at the Botanics.

On picnic Sundays (and basically any other day), our responsibilities are pretty clear. The husband does the crazy running with the bubble thingy and I do the chilling out under the shade. Occasionally, I also help out with the motivation bit by calling out for him to run faster.

With Kirsten turning 2 in a couple of weeks, the kids are at an optimum age to max out the enjoyment factor on these family outings. When they were younger, they used to get grouchy if it was too hot, too humid, too sticky, too dirty, too hungry and we would be spending most of the time trying to make them feel comfortable.

Now it’s like “FOOD? WHO NEEDS FOOD? LOOK THERE ARE BUBBLES!” Which makes life a lot easier and so much more fun.

These Sundays are extra special to me because at some point in their lives, they’re not going to want to spend their Sunday mornings running around chasing bubbles with us. I’m hoping it’s later than sooner but when it happens, I want to know I’ve given them enough baby hugs and blown enough bubbles and soaked up every moment spent with them.

When they’re off with their super cool friends doing whatever cool kids do in 15 years, it’s going to be a lot easier to let them go knowing that I made the most out of all the time I had with them.

It was one of those Sundays that’s special simply because it was so ordinary. Exactly the kind I want to remember.

Been a rough weekend. The husband had to go out of town for work from Friday and the morning he left, me and Kirsten came down with a nasty stomach flu. It’s no party having to have to watch two kids (one of them sick too) when you’re comatose. I caved at about 5pm and had to call my mom for reinforcements but later that same evening, she came down with it too. Fun times.

Somehow we made it through the weekend and I hope that doesn’t have to happen again for a long, long time. Or ever.

I decided to bring baby girl down for some fresh air yesterday even though she was still a little weak and it was minutes before a thunderstorm. Like come on, even the weather was being ominous; just get a grip already. In the 5 minutes that we were down, I managed to get these shots and fiddled with them in Lightroom for a different effect.

Tell me what you think.