It’s Just Another Rainy Day

“Streets Flooded As Sydney Cops Drenching”

“Storm Of The Century Batters Sydney”

Just two of the headlines today, as it marks a pretty out-of-the-ordinary day for us here in Sydney, Australia.

Normally, we would be out of the house by 8.45 a.m. on a regular Wednesday morning, to drop Jayvon off at school, and Xavier and Zoie off at childcare. The relentless and seemingly unstopping rain for the past three consecutive days meant that we made a judgment call to leave the two younger kids at home (where they’d be safe, warm and dry)

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The view from our apartment, seeming calm – but missing those blue, blue skies.

So since yesterday, the pace of things are pretty different. Jayvon is still in school – while the rain has caused closures of quite a number of public schools, we are thankful to be located at an area of Sydney where it isn’t as bad. So tucked into his younger brother’s George Pig raincoat (hahaha… cos being the Mother of the Year that I am, I totally forgot to get a raincoat for him), he has been off to school to do some productive learning.

Leaving me saddled, I mean, with the two younger ones.

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Time-check: 10.24 a.m. We love Octonauts, as you can guess.

Normally I’d be having my cup of Chai Latte or doing some mid-week grocery shopping (I haven’t mastered the art of shopping for the entire week’s groceries in one single day!).

Today, the hubby was tasked to drop Jayvon off, and armed with my shopping list, is hitting the shops to gather supplies that we would need for the next few days. You know, essentials like chips and chocolates. Haha! Not really – but having the two kids with me for the whole day plus a dreadfully rainy weather means we are literally STUCK at home. And from having to just cook one dinner a day, I now have to prepare lunch AND dinner. Hurray.

But nope, we are all still in our pyjamas, and happily chilling the whole day.

And I guess this is why I love being a stay at home mom, running my businesses online. It helps me to manage my time, and there’re no leave days to apply for reasons and seasons like this.

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Toys, toys, and – wait for it – more toys!

So my house looks like the storm happened inside – just without the rainy bit. Toys, bits, bobs, this and that, all strewn on the floor. The kids huddled together to watch back-to-back movies with me (we’ve done with Planes, Big Hero 6 & Penguins of Madagascar so far).

A day in my life. Begins at 8 a.m. Ends at 1 a.m. (or later, depending on when my little princess decides to sleep). Filled with gratitude for my family being intact, safe, happy and healthy. And rain or no, that’s pretty good in itself.

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11150182_579096780407_4363656847457696089_nNext up, Ruth started out uninspired, unhappy and unmotivated. After becoming a mom, she has started living healthily and now wants to help other moms thrive as well. She decided to go back to work after being a Stay Home Mom for 1.5 years. Find out why over at her blog ruthsong.com.

The Growing Princess

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Ever so often, I get a tad emo.

Just a tad.

Call it milestone-blues, if you will. Or that feeling that the kids are growing up so fast, I can hardly believe it. Like when Jayvon started kindy here. Or when Xavier finally became toilet-trained. And with Zoie, it was not too long ago when she was still a teeny weeny little babe.

And bam! Reality kicks in like a wild horse. She’s walking. She’s running. She’s climbing stairs. She’s bullying her two older brothers. She’s singing the alphabet.

And counting effortlessly from 1 to 10. All before she turns 2 (which is the end of the month, incidentally).

So yup, the feeling of grasping at straws, as my three kids outgrow their jeans, as they exert their independent thinking, as they start enjoying time without Mummy & Daddy – just the three of them, huddled under our Dining Table as they play on the iPad.

On the one hand, I am thankful and about to yelp – YES! FREEDOM!

And on the other hand, I can’t deny my emotional response. Haha! As a blogger, I am also blessed and cursed – in that sense. Blessed to be able to document the growth of my kids, and yet also cursed to view life behind the lens, and behind the keyboard, instead of just living it with the kids. This might explain my long breaks in between posts, as I try to spend time with them. Heck, I even played Minecraft with Jayvon just the other day. And stopped after 15 minutes cos my poor brain couldn’t take it! Haha! (That is a blog post for another day haha!)

So yeah, this rush of emotions is probably due to the fact my baby is going to be baby no more, as she turns two come end April. And as the last of my “babies”, there is an air of finality to this. Baby no more. No more babies.

Be still, my heart.

A tribute to a great man

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I was born into a Singapore where Mr. Lee Kuan Yew was a man to be reckoned with. His wit, his strength of will, his brilliance – all came together in a man, who is credited to transform Singapore from a small, forgotten, city-state, young and new and abandoned by Malaysia… to the Singapore I have grown to love. Living in Sydney for the past two years has given me fresh perspective on my homeland. There is much to dislike about living in a urban city-state that is packed to its brim with people everywhere, and yet there is also much to love.

The almost magical way things work in Singapore is something I miss dearly. I use the word “magically” loosely – but I’ve had my patience stretched by the endless streams of waiting, waiting, waiting here in Australia, that when I was back in Singapore, I was a bit taken aback by how FAST everyone ELSE walked. Laidback fishing village no more. Just on our last trip, we could see new buildings being constructed, new malls, new extensions to existing malls, new condominiums, fresh coats of paint, smoothly paved roads, well-lit stretches of road even at night, work done on the existing public transport networks… I mean, everything just sparkled brand new and working well. (Okay, so there were more than a few hitches to the MRT and all) but by and large, Singapore works like a well-oiled machine. There are the occasional breakdowns, but maybe it is also because we are so used to things working SO well that we take offense when things don’t.

But no matter, my heart is heavy and with all my fellow Singaporeans, I mourn the passing of a great man. Thank you, Mr. Lee, for pouring your heart, your soul and your life into this tiny little Red Dot. Thank you for giving up and sacrificing so much, to bring us where we are now.  You are truly the Father of our nation, and you will be dearly missed and loved and respected.

Back… to reality

After a three-month stint back in Singapore, which comprised a LOT of eating and meeting friends, and eating, and going to church, and eating some more, it was high time for us to come back to reality. Yes. Back in Sydney. In our 2-bedroom rented apartment, having no one else to turn to for household chores, luggages half-unpacked, dinners to cook…

The kids have adjusted pretty okay – they are loving the SPACE they have, the frequent trips to our nearest Westfields shopping centre (read: TARGET toys)… and gosh, they are eating us poor by loving the fresh and crisp and yummy produce here. I have a weakness for the occasional Pringle chip – and I really hated the ones back in Singapore. But they taste SO DARN good here! And chocolates? Out of the world kind of creamy goodness.

Ahem. Okay, before I feel to urge the raid the nearby Coles to satisfy my sweet tooth, let’s move on. Haha!

The moving back has taken its toil on us – but in a sense, I am also happy to finally begin (once again) our great Aussie adventure. :) And yes – I will try to blog more and have more photos the next time!

Saying Goodbye Is The Hardest Thing‏

In a flash, our three month stay back in Singapore has come to an inevitable end. It was tiring. It was fun. It was fulfilling. And it has come to an end.

Maybe because unlike our previous 2-weeks trip back, this longer stay also meant saying goodbyes made it a little harder.

Not so much for me or Nic. Sure I will miss my friends, my family.

But my heart is breaking at how my little man is handling it. Sure, he puts on that brave face. Over-compensates by sometimes acting up and making the silliest of demands. Playing the fool. Making loud noises. Poking fun at his younger siblings. Well, nothing really out of the ordinary (if you know my boy), but just more exaggerated and over the top. But I have also seen his sad expression. How his face scrunches up with tears just before bedtime the last week as he asks me not to go back to Sydney. And how he would miss his grandmother.

“Do you want to stay behind? We can arrange something.”

“But no! I will miss Daddy and u and Xavier and Zoie too!” Comes the anguished reply.

Sigh.

I know. The hubby knows. We need to get our routines back to normal in Sydney and he will adjust quickly back. Let him have a time at his favourite Target store, munch on churros and his fave ice-cream, go to the beach for some fun. And his love for Sydney would be revived.

But for now, it is tough. Having to make the decision for the family and seeing how it pains him so.

So teary farewells have gone, and we find ourselves back in familiar territory. And our very first stop … was Target, to get the kids a small toy each, to help salve the pain of leaving family and friends behind. :)