Check out the table full of board games!!
After some deliberating, we decided to try out a new game that our friend had acquired only just within the week, called Space Alert.
Space Alert is a cooperative type of team survival game. Players are crew members of a spaceship scanning dangerous sectors of galaxy. The task is to protect the ship. After appointing a captain and a communications officer, players have to work out who will move where on the ship, fire weapons, set up shields, replenish energy resources, etc etc. A CD with ten minute long soundtracks gives out these central computer announcements that alert the crew to threats varying from space battleships, interstellar monsters, malfunctions, and intruders who can directly appear on the ship just like that and basically all of the bad news that you can think of hitting your way in the ten most depressingly stressful minutes of your life.
We had such a laugh! It was just crazy from the word go! And here we were only doing the trial run and first mission. We didn’t even get round to attempting the more complex missions yet and already the ten minute soundtrack was driving us nuts going, “Incoming data download…intruder T+4 on white deck something something…data transfer…20 seconds to end of data transfer…teh teh teh…end of data transfer…intruder T+1…” Gaaaah. Everytime we started the timer for a new round, the atmosphere was like that of a futures trading pit in the old SIMEX!
After the ten minutes is over, and you finish setting down all your action cards on your deck in all that frenzy, it’s time to sit down, check the phase tracker to see how the team performed, and what’s the damage at the end of the day, and if you managed to hyperjump back to your space station with your team intact. We barely made it back, our dignity hanging in threads the first time around. We did improve on the subsequent rounds – fired a lot less empty gun salutes to wave hopeless fists at the enemy, lesser instances of replenishing energy guns with resources that weren’t there, hung around less at the pantry, and learnt to set up shields to block the attacks!
Phew. 😛 So stressful! But so fun! I wanna play it again! 😉
DH said that DD has been telling him that she wants to see an owl for the past couple of days. I don’t know of anywhere we can find owls for her to see around here (maybe Jurong Bird Park, but wouldn’t they be sleeping in the day?), but at least we can attempt to make one! 🙂
After we completed the craft today, DD happily declared “This is my owl!” Ah, satisfaction! 😉
To make your very own owl, you will need the following materials: An artblock sheet, marker, some old magazines, scissors, glue, crayons or colour pencils.
1. On the artblock sheet, draw out an O.
2. From the old magazines, cut out the shapes you will need to make the owl’s eyes, beak, tufts of feathers, wings and claws. I took this opportunity to also try to introduce an additional concept of O is for Oval, so you will see except for the beak and feather tufts, the rest of the pieces are oval-shaped.
3. Have your child colour the O. DD decided that Brown would like to colour as well. “Good job, Brown!” 🙂 [Yes, she really said that!]
4. After she was done colouring, I wrote O W L in capital letters at the top. If you look closely to the left of the word on the completed picture, you will see DD’s first try at writing the letter O. And at the top right hand corner, you will see a little scribble of all three letters O W L attempted by DD of her own accord. *grin* *beam* *puff with parental pride* 😀
5. Apply the glue and let your child stick on the various parts of the owl.
DD found a leftover circle cutout in the art bureau from a previous project, so she stuck it on as well – explaining that it was like an O because of the silver circled lines around the purple centre.
We didn’t get round to the oval concept because the clock was ticking close to bedtime but nevertheless, I am very very proud of the connections she made and the skills development she demonstrated in completing this project! 😀
After 3 hours of back-to-back conference calls, a half hour of digging sand in the park is super therapeutic. ‘Course, the company makes all the difference too! (my daughter, not my workplace ;-))
When I was pregnant with DS, a lot of people I talked to said that I needed to work in the reality that we might end up doing less for our second child than the first, just on account that there would be less time and less of me distributed between the two of them. Because the first one would have had the benefit of having her parents all to herself, whereas subsequent children would have to live with divided attention and maybe even the lesser portion of the pie of that attention, because the older child naturally commands more by virtue of requiring more active disciplining.
I figured, okay I’ll work in the reality (to numerous cynical snorts from DH), but if I could help it I’m also going to work in invincibility (to numerous resigned sighs from DH).
I made up my mind that I would be as fair as much as I could manage to do it. That whatever I did for DD, I would also do for DS. And improve on it. Beat the previous goals. Reach for the stars, the moon and Mars. After all, that’s what second time rounds are all about, right? 😉 [A familiar mantra DH’s already gotten used to everytime I embark on something!]
Where that’s gotten us to, a year on? Two really tired parents. But also two really happy ones. Over the moon and trying not to eat too many Mars bars such that we’d end up with ulcers from overheatiness. Heh!
I don’t know how long we’ll continue to operate fuelled on this “adrenaline”. But the sense that it can be done, and the high we get from pulling it off each time is so much fun, I don’t think I’ll ever stop. No sir-ree, no rest for the crazy weary.
This morning I sailed into office, plonked my handbag on the desk and fired up my computer. Then I reached into my bag in a well-rehearsed routine move…only to find that there was no ice pack to put into the office refrigerator’s freezer, and no funnels and bottles to put into the pump bag.
Hm. Feels funny.
Not having to pump the afternoon session anymore is liberating.
I know I looked forward to this day, and rejoiced that I could soon resume our favourite chill out wine-and-cheese sessions with DH again after a long long while since I had to forego a beautiful bottle of Moscato we’d bought two days before finding out I was pregnant with DD. (Yes, it has been that long!!)
And my favourite kopitiam “teh peng kau” *
And that I wouldn’t have to be glued to the pump for a twenty-minute forever when I’d rather be with DH and the kids playing in the living room, or having some fun in the park.
Or have to duck out midway through cell group bible study, leaving DH to lead the study and manage two kids at the same time.
Go shopping in the afternoon without needing to worry about rushing home or finding a room to express.
But there’s also a little sadness accompanied with each pump session I cut down.
I’ve gotten so used to my pumping routine and everything associated with it.
Sigh. Nursing. Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.
Who’s up for commiserating with me over a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon and brie? 😉
* “teh peng kau” – local coffee shop brewed iced milk tea
Can’t let August go past without doing something National Day themed now can we? 😉
Since flag fever is all the rage at the moment, I thought it’d be fun to do S is for Singapore in all patriotic red and white. 😀
You will need the following materials: Marker, artblock sheet, scissors, red paint, sponge or paintbrush, paint dish.
1. With the marker, draw an S on the artblock sheet. Make it wide so that it can accommodate the crescent moon and stars.
2. Cut out a crescent moon and five stars from another white sheet of paper. Set aside.
3. Mix the red paint and hand the sponge/paintbrush to your toddler to paint away!
4. When dry, paste the crescent moon and stars on the top of the S.
5. Cut out and paste up on the wall!
Stars and Crescent shine on me
Make us more than what we can be
All our dreams come true
As we all grow stronger
Stars and Crescent shine on me
Turning our hopes into reality
For we will always be
Shining as one
7:00am Hey everybody, wake up already! The sun is bright, the birds are chirping, the fish are swimming, I need to get on the move, I have a full schedule ahead. I’ve got things to see, toys to play, people to talk to, furniture to climb, places to walk…wake up Mummy, wake up Daddy!
7:30am What?? Breakfast? Milk? No, there’s got to be a mistake. According to my schedule, the first item on the agenda is walking!
7:50am Okay I’m done. I’m outta this chair. Pao pao, please!
8:00am I don’t want to sit anymore…These feet are made for walking, and that’s just what they’ll do…
8:10am Ah, grandparents, a godsend. Bye mummy, bye daddy…you can stay at the breakfast table, I’m off to explore the great big unknown with grandma 😀 Walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk…
9:30am Bath time. Yay, it’s splashing time! 😎
11:30am What?? Lunch? But I wanna walk…
11:50am Byeeeee…my pedometer counter is waiting…I have a goal to meet, a target to accomplish, and miles to go, miles to go before I sleep. 🙂
2:30pm *grumble* These frequent meal breaks are cramping my style. Oh well, fine fine, I’m pretty much ready to crash out for the afternoon anyway…
5:30pm Didn’t I just sit in this high chair like not that long ago?
6:00pm Yay, dinner’s over!! Walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk…oh, bath time? Okay, I can make an exception for that.
6:30pm Walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk… 🙂
8:30pm Bedtime? Already?