Archive | October 2009

Loving imaginative play

A dog and a cat joined us at breakfast today.
We convinced some chirping birds on a nearby rooftop to fly down to the high chair tray too.
I fed a goat some carrots.
DD and I took a fun ride on an safari animal train. 
It was my birthday! I blew out imaginary candles and cut imaginary birthday cake for everyone.
All in a single morning. [DD came up with all the ideas, our part was only as the willing participants.]
Yesterday evening, I came home to find a couple of galloping horses and running cheetahs in the living room. Who knows what’s in store this evening? 😉

Children learn a lot from dramatising events from their daily as well as fantasy lives. When your toddler invents a scenario and plot line and gives it characters…, he develops social and verbal skills.

He’ll work out emotional issues as he replays scenarios that involve feeling sad, happy, frightened or safe. Imagining himself as a superhero, a horse or a wizard makes him feel powerful and teaches him that he’s in charge — he can be anyone he wants. He’s also practising self-discipline he’ll be making the rules up himself or with a friend (the intricate rules children work out between them always astounds adults).
He also develops his understanding of cause and effect as he imagines how a frog or a dog would behave in a particular situation.

Perhaps most important, creating imaginary situations and following them through to a conclusion teaches your child to think creatively and solve problems. In one study, not only did children who were imaginative when they were young tend to keep this quality as they got older, but they became better problem-solvers as well. Tested later in life, early “imaginators” had more resources to draw on when it came to coping with challenges and difficult situations, such as what to do if they found they’d forgotten a book they needed for school that day.

– Excerpt from “Encouraging your child’s imagination” on Babycentre. Click here to read the full article.

Work. Life. Balance?

I haven’t been very active on the blogosphere lately.
Partly because of work.
And partly because I’ve been thinking a lot about work-life balance. And the personal thoughts I’ve been sharing with DH on the matter, I wasn’t quite so ready to share on a public space.

But after having read this article, it made me think about the kind of hours DH and I put up and I really felt I needed to put thought to pen (or keyboard!).

Many will stir their kopi siu tai in the local coffee shop, lean forward in their seats with a frown and remark to their breakfast companions, see that is the trouble with life in Singapore – the sacrifice of health in pursuit of wealth. But that being said, it is also the general view of many that that sacrifice is necessary and entirely to be expected. And most people (in Singapore, at least) don’t consider a twelve hour day to be anything extraordinary.

Before our kids arrived on the scene, DH and I used to put in twelve to seventeen hour workdays without giving a second thought. It was just the norm. It was just…expected.

Now that we’re parents, we are at work in the day, and at home with the children in the evenings. On weekdays we wake up, breakfast with the children, leave for work, come home in the evening, bring them out to the playground if possible, or play together in the living room after dinner, give them their milk, and put them to bed. That doesn’t sound like a lot, does it? But what does it say when people’s perceptions are that, that’s too much time with the children and we’re having too good a life, we should be clocking the hours at work like the rest of ’em?

To make up for those hours, DH sometimes fires up the computer after the kids have gone to bed and beavers away till 3 am many nights in a row to meet a deadline. I have had my share of 2 am nights though not in a row. (cannot survive like he does…)

The net effect – our total work hours haven’t really gotten less from those early days without kids!

I actually did a Google search and read a few other working moms’ blogs and I find the same pattern. We all put in long hours, it’s just when those hours take place. A lot of us say we love what we do, but I guess we really need to start thinking about the implications when the things we love to do take us away from what we should do for the ones we love!

DH and I are currently probably not at risk of collapsing from overwork. At least, we think…based off our recent health medical checkup reports!
But it certainly leaves a sobering thought – are we going to continue at the pace we are going at? Here’s what’s worse…we were considering stepping up the pace!

Anyway, I wish this hadn’t had to happen and Mr Tan could have lived a longer and more fulfilling life. But I also hope you will take the time to read it and ponder about its implications on your own lifestyle. And maybe…if more of us start resolving that it isn’t the norm to do twelve hour days we’d be able to find that elusive meaning of what work-life balance really is.

Flowers at Sorrento

Sugar and spice, snips and snails


Dislikes getting her fingers messy or dirty.
Will sit quietly with a book or puzzle for a good twenty-minutes.
Is the one who will insist of having a tissue to wipe her face after a meal…


Loves running his fingers through sand, gravel, pebbles and soil.
Will climb every available “mountain” and ford every idle “stream” if I turn away for just twenty seconds.
Is the one who will smear spilled porridge all over his high chair tray and then, just for good measure, rub his face on the tray!

Sigh. 😉

Australia Travel Log Day 10: Perth – Singapore

One takeout pizza dinner…
Two tired out kiddos packed off early to bed…
Three hand carry bags stuffed to zip-bursting capacity (actually there were more lah, but I’m trying to maintain a pattern here 😉 …)
Four cabin bags sat on so we could snap them shut…
Five drowsy chilly am loading ourselves and our luggage on to the hotel’s airport transfer…

And we’re on our way to home sweet humid Singapore.
Goodbye Perth. It’s been a fantastic holiday.
I have loved every precious second, away from work, away from stress and in the company of our family. Not necessarily doing much. Just being. 🙂
I am still thinking about it even as I blog.

But. I am also very very glad to be back home.

Changi T3 Arrival Hall

Changi T3 Arrival Hall

Travel Scrapbook: Day 9

DD picked some leaves off the ground for her scrapbook page on Perth. 🙂

Leaves from Australia for my scrapbook!

Scrapbook-Kings Park Scrapbook-my trip

And that’s a wrap!  The My 1st Overseas Trip scrapbooks are now on the bookshelf along with the rest of our family albums and scrapbooks so the kids can look back at them again in the future. 😀

Australia Travel Log Day 9: Perth

On our way back to Perth City from Bunbury, and at the turn off around Mandurah, we chanced upon the Kwinana Freeway by accident. It wasn’t on any of the maps we had so we just made a decision not to take the coastal route again (Highway 1) since the signs for Highway 2 indicated Perth  and I’d read somewhere that the inland route was faster.

It turned out to be a great drive because the road was so smooth and we reached Perth city fairly quickly. 

Finding our way to King’s Park, we sat down on a grassy verge overlooking the sea and the freeway and let the kids stretch their legs while we sat down and munched on roast chicken sandwiches.

DS discovered that rolling about in the grass was great fun.  The differences between boys and girls are becoming more and more apparent to me day by day. DD would never have done anything of the sort. Or pick up pebbles from the road and roll them about in the mouth, like he did at Walpole!! 

It was a pity we had to leave so soon to return the car. I would have liked to explore King’s Park a lot more. 😦
Isn’t the view amazing? 🙂

King's Park 2

King's Park

Travel Scrapbook: Day 8

Although we didn’t see any real ones, we still got to watch a couple of short films about dolphins.  I learnt that there is a darker side to the dolphins’ often portrayed friendly, playful and helpful image.  There’s more than meets the eye.