Plain Vanilla @ Holland Village

Cupcakes from Plain Vanilla, Holland Village. Aren’t they pretty? They taste yummy too..

This year, the days leading to and from Christmas were packed with a string of lunches, dinners and parties with friends and family. We were all pooped out after that, and I was also all cooked and baked out. So we took the easy way out and bought these lovely cupcakes from Plain Vanilla for a post-christmas dinner at Auntie Stella’s place.

John was just as enamored of them, as you can tell by his cheeky/greedy grin..

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays one and all

With love from the Lees, and the lemon.

See you in the next year!

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Waking up and falling in love

Before I met my husband, I thought I was happy.

It’s the kind of happiness where you put up with someone saying to your face that “I don’t know why, everytime I see your face I just feel sian.”. The kind of happiness where you sit afraid in the car after a car accident because for some reason, you feel that it was your fault even though it was his own. The kind of happiness where in your absence, his sisters’ would say nasty things about you and accuse you of something you did not do, and he would sit there playing on his computer and not speak a single word in your defence.

Of course, with hindsight as my friend,  I feel more than silly for thinking and telling people that I was in a happy relationship.

Then came the night at freshmen camp when someone spilled his drink all over me. It was close to midnight and my first thought was to get to the showers before the access door rejects my student pass, which it does past midnight. But someone dragged me back down to my seat as I was standing up, waved a threatening finger at me and warned me not to embarrass him and “leave like in front of all the freshmen”. So I sat there fighting back the tears, with some sticky drink dripping down my legs and pooling around my slippers. The minutes went by as I sat there silently next to the also silent freshman who had heard everything but was pretending not to have. Then he stood up and cheerily announced that we were both leaving so I could get cleaned up and proceeded to walk on ahead of me the entire 3 block journey, leaving me to walk alone by myself.

I know that made me sound really pitiful, but it was actually one of the best days of my life. I remember enjoying that walk alone, repeatedly he would turn around and ask me to hurry up, and still, in defiance, I would keep to my slow pace while I allowed myself to sort out my thoughts and see this person with my eyes that were no longer blinded by love. On the silent walk back, I realised that no one should let themselves be treated like that. I hate to think what would have happened if I wasn’t so rudely woken up to the sad truth of this happiness that I thought I was in. Perhaps I would have married this someone, and had kids with this someone and then realised, too late, that I was a complete and total idiot.

The next morning, I remember someone coming by to apologise for the night before. I remember saying that “it’s alright because I’m not thinking about it anymore”. It was better than saying it’s alright because you are dead to me now.

Later that same morning, I met my husband for the first time.

I was sitting on the floor by Geraldine’s desk, scribbling down notes for a play I was conceptualising. There was this guy standing, about a meter away from me, at Geraldine’s desk talking and laughing with her. I was too busy getting my ideas down on paper to look his way. Later he told me he remembered there was this girl sitting on the floor behind Geraldine’s desk, but he was in a hurry and didn’t look my way either.

Shortly after that, Geraldine pointed at the guy who had just left and asked, “Why not you ask Marcus to help with the photography?”. She said his name like I should know him, because Marc was very involved in the OSL events back then. I didn’t know him then, but I still cherish the irony in what she said, because I should know the man I was going to marry in a couple of years, shouldn’t I?

And over the next couple of weeks, I did.

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My three boys looking cute

 

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Our staycation at Capella

The Lee family went on a holiday in September! To Sentosa!

Not wanting to have to deal with the stress of flying with our little toddler, we opted for a Staycation at Capella. We’ve heard a lot about Capella and were glad we finally managed to experience it for ourselves.

We stayed in a lovely 1 bedroom seaview villa, very nice – except no seaview. As we stepped in, we were greeted by the Capella staff with a booming, “WELCOME TO YOUR VILLA! WELCOME TO YOUR VILLA!”. He also timed his greeting with the opening of the curtains, for dramatic effect. It was quite funny, but he really did take pride in his job and in his establishment and we were quite impressed with him.

Service at Capella was really quite impeccable. Our stay was full of little nice touches, from the unexpected birthday cake, to the baby amenities provided. All food and drink items in room was complimentary, including the Nespresso machine – capsules provided and replenished daily. An old school mate of mine who currently works at Capella even left us a sweet personal note!

On our last night, John slept from 5.30pm to 8.30am – a remarkable and never before attained 15 hours. And the hubby and I were allowed to wrap up our staycation with a very nice quiet dinner at the villa, just the two of us. We can’t recall when was the last time we had such a real dinner, with real conversation and eaten at a slow leisurely pace. It was very nice, and just what we needed after 18 months of being full time parents.

The “seaview” was a little disappointing, you’ll see why in the pictures to follow. If we were to visit Capella in the future, we would opt for the garden view villas instead.

Nice big bathroom!

You can see the outdoor shower on the left.

Our cosy pool and our “seaview”

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Philosophy in the ice-cream shoppe

Some time in the last 28 years of my existence, I had lost my sense of wonder. Everything that is, just is. Space no longer seemed a mystery, the universe no longer seemed so big, the sky no longer high, the ocean no longer vast and wide.

Eventually we all become desensitized to the wonder-ful world that we live in. Dinosaurs coming to tell me their story with their bones wasn’t as exciting as it should have been and ice cream was just something to have when I’m in the mood for something sweet.

But over the course of the last 17 months, through teaching our son about the world, I have learned to look at our world through the eyes of a child, and along with it, rekindled my sense of wonder.

It was hot today, our air-conditioning unit was leaking once again and we spent the morning in a hot stuffy apartment. In the afternoon, I decided to bring John for some ice cream while we were out waiting for Marc. As I was watching him happy and content with his ice cream, I remembered the thrill and excitement I had whenever I was allowed to have ice cream as a child. It was something for special occasions, and was always associated with happy feelings and love.

It made me happy to know that those feelings were probably resonating through John right then. Through his 17 month old eyes, the world right then was him sitting on mommy’s lap, and that wonderful bowl of ice cream in front of him. And what amazed me further was that somehow God had planned it so perfectly; that through teaching John about the world, he was in turn, also teaching me.

I’m looking forward to next few years, when we will go out on random afternoons for ice-cream. He’ll be that kid sitting in the ice-cream shoppe, kicking his too-short-for-the-adult-chair legs about while enjoying his ice cream. And I’ll be sitting across him, glad that I’m able to bring my kid out for ice-cream, on a random afternoon and watch him kick his too-short-for-the-adult-chair legs about while enjoying his ice cream.

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Pre-nursery at Cherrybrook Kindergarten

PRE-nursery?

What do the kids learn there, statistics, quantum physics?

I still chuckle to myself even after getting a good number of these reactions of disbelief and mild amusement from people, when I tell them that my boy is now in pre-nursery.

Usually, they think I’m that kiasu Singaporean parent who is eager to get my child ahead of the pack. And I don’t blame them, how does sending my 16 month old to pre-nursery sound like anything other than a draconian mother who sends her child for endless enrichment classes and who considers leisure activities to be piano and drama lessons.

So John has been attending his pre-nursery sessions at cherrybrook kindergarten for a month now. We both love being there, even though I come home completely sapped of my energy and John comes home covered in nasty germs – a necessary evil, we keep telling ourselves.

But no, John is not learning about statistics, or quantum physics. He isn’t even learning the ABC’s or 123′s. Instead, he’s working on his fine and gross motor skills and more importantly, learning how to interact with others in a kind and respectful way.

Sometimes you encounter some really horrid children and you can’t help but wonder what happened along the way as they were growing up and what went wrong. Sadly, in Singapore, kids aren’t taught to think about others as much as they should. John has to figure out how the world works around him, and how he fits in the world. When John throws a toy, we say, “Oops! Is Herbie alright? Look he got damaged, can you show mommy how to be gentle with Herbie?”

When he hordes his toys and doesn’t share, we say, “Can you put this toy back before you choose your next one? Other kids may also want to play with this toy.” Empathy is not the only thing he leaves with. Apart from teaching him to think about others, it also helps him with his attention span. He will be less easily distracted when he has to choose to focus on one toy at a time, instead of having many toys together at one go. And that’s a great gift to give any child who has 15 years of studying ahead of him, the ability to focus and pay attention.

When he is too eager to feed the fish or to have his turn at the activity gym, we say, “Let’s queue up here and wait out turn. We wouldn’t want other kids to interrupt us when we are having our turn, would we?”. He doesn’t just learn about queueing and order, he learns that life is not about “Me first”, and most certainly not just about ‘Me’. The world doesn’t revolve around them, and it’s possible to teach them that even at this young age. It’s hard work but I tell myself it’s an investment for the future.

We love sharing how my boy helps me with the laundry at home. He takes it upon himself to return all the laundry baskets to their respective rooms after I’m done loading the washer. The baskets are 2/3 his height but he uses all his concentration and determination to return them to the right rooms. When we return home, he knows that he needs to bring his dirty clothes to the room to his little laundry basket. And it’s so cute watching him toddle to the bedroom with his dirty clothes in hand, and running out excitedly after he’s done because he knows he did something good. (My future daughter-in-law will be very happy that he doesn’t leave his dirty socks or underwear lying around the apartment!). we wanted him to learn that he has to clean up after himself and he doesn’t get to go through life with everyone doing everything for him. And we also wanted him to learn that housework is not woman’s work, everyone in the family plays a part keeping the household clean and tidy.

I get to do a lot of learning at Cherrybrook too. The teachers, or directresses as they are called, are the ones who taught me how to respond when John throws a toy, or tries to keep all the toys to himself. And then it’s my turn to internalize what I was taught and apply it to all types of different scenarios. It’s so much easier if I just do the cleaning up and household chores myself, it requires less time and less patience from me. But it’s an investment for the future (I say that to myself – a lot). When he falls down and bursts out crying, it takes all my effort not to run over and pick him up. But he quickly realizes that it’s okay to fall down, and he just needs to pick himself up and mommy will be there to give him a big hug. It’s a challenge for me as it is for him, but I have no excuse not to work hard when I see my little 16 month old trying his hardest.

The hubby and I were both late bloomers, he didn’t take the first 12 years of his education seriously and I was always in the second last class and the bane of my teachers’ existence. But we think we both turned out pretty alright. We both learned eventually that life is not a race or about reaching a destination. Right now, for John’s sake, we will work on shaping him to become a child who respects himself and others. A child who knows God and strives to be more Christ-like in his thoughts and actions everyday. It sounds so difficult and daunting just from saying it out aloud, working towards it is even harder we’re sure. But fortunately for us, God has always helped us when we give our best.

Now, to make sure we give our best.

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