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Now that the little man is more active and curious of his surrounding and seriously all over the place, the hubby and I are making a conscious effort to take him outdoors every weekend. For a start, we took J to Farmart and Qian Hu  Fish Farm  over the long national day weekend. I was quite excited to let J get up close and personal with some farm animals at the animal corner on Farmart. However, the place was quite a disappointment as we didn't get to see many farm creatures at all, unlike what its website says. Maybe it was a public holiday? Despite that, I think J had fun just being able to roam around and play with the parrost and the rabbits on site. Fascinated by the prawns in the pool while Papee explains to him what the uncles were doing.  Attempting to touch the parrot that suddenly flew and landed on Papee's shoulder.  Taking an interest in the birds that looked so much like the birds in his picture book.  Wanted to pat the rabbits which

This post was started with the intention to talk about the one thing which I felt, for the longest time, to be what stood between me and a well behaved son. I am still very tempted to say what it is, and it can get rather controversial if I do. So, you decipher for yourself as I am sounding pretty obvious towards the end of this post. When it comes to bringing up my child in the "right" way, I have followed almost every possible book, took the advice of more experienced mummies, Google-d parenting tips etc. I may not follow everything I hear or read to the T, but I wanted consistency . So, I made the hubs (and most people around me for that matter) follow my rules and nothing else. I get cross when family members do the exact opposite, and worst,  blame my son for his actions, which can definitely be managed properly by an adult. Maybe just let me defend myself here. I am not one that insists my son cannot walk in the park barefooted, nor mess the house up or run arou

At 14 months old, J has already traveled to 2 countries. What a lucky bub  tot he is. After weeks of deciding whether we should be going to Hokkaido for a tour, or Tokyo or Club Med at Phuket, we finally settled on Hong Kong because I am familiar with the place. Moreover, we were bringing both J's maternal & paternal grannies along, so Hong Kong seemed like just the right place with all the right food and shopping options. :) Yes. Brave soul I am. While I was excited because I was dying to get out of the country, there was apprehension as well. Most trips with the grannies don't end well with one or the other getting upset over one things or another. So, I was really crossing my fingers that all will go well this time. In brief, the trip did not end up the way I planned as it rained out on us, and I did not really plan for many indoor activities as grannies are not great shopping enthusiasts like me. Or at least not the mall kind of shopping. Disappointed I was. But

After the bravery  , comes the dealing with reality. This cycle of SO-IUI did not work in our favour. Stress with work, home and of course the little rascal did little to help settle the "beans". Saying it doesn't matter, and it was expected is just my way of getting out of a conversation with anyone who asks. Saying I can handle it on my own is my way of telling the hubs to please leave me alone and let me grieve on my own because he nvr seems to get it One may assume that having been through hiccups in the baby making department, this mini failure should not have caused any major negative emotions. Let me just say, every unsuccessful cycle means a lost opportunity and a fresh new cycle that comes with pain, blood and sweat. More so for me... it brings about crushed hopes which even the strongest of women need time to deal with. I had to sit through meetings, calls, press queries and pitch presentations looking like nothing happened, when all I want to do

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With J showing signs of being in his terrible twos (a little early for that matter), I often find myself looking around for information to help deal with a seemingly difficult toddler. As much as I want to still  call my 15 month old a bub... it is hardly possible with the types of behaviors he displays these days. I googled. I spoke with parents. I scoured through books. All in hope of finding our parental solutions to a hyperactive toddler.  I was gifted with  Jo Frost's recently launched book , Toddler SOS , and this book has been a great help that I now keep it by my bed, referring to it when I have a hard day with J. For those who are unaware, Jo Frost is a popular nanny in the UK and the US, and is the person behind the popular series Supernanny . While she does not have any children of her own, she has worked with babies and toddlers for a good 22 years. Jo Frost's Toddler SOS was written to help parents like myself who finds managing the toddler years,