We Have a Flipper!

It was a busy month of April for us. Renovation started for our new place and we’ve been scampering around the SG looking for the necessary (and some not so necessary) parts of our new home. Hence, the lack of updates. Sam’s growing up pretty quickly, he’s now 5 months old. He can flip*, but […]

It was a busy month of April for us. Renovation started for our new place and we’ve been scampering around the SG looking for the necessary (and some not so necessary) parts of our new home. Hence, the lack of updates.

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Sam’s growing up pretty quickly, he’s now 5 months old. He can flip*, but has yet to flip back around. But hey, no problem, he commands his two hand servants to reset him to his original position.

*NOTE: flip = roll from his back onto his tummy. It does not mean he can do a backflip. I’ll be the first to let you know when he does.

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There have been a few knocks and bruises recently. Although we do our best to protect him, we don’t catch all his falls – he recently face-planted a toy (that was innocently minding its’ own business) in the church creche. This led to loud wailing, and later on giving way to some whimpering, mainly from the shock of the impact rather than pain that he probably experienced – we think we know, because he was laughing 5 seconds after his immunisation jab.

Mugshot of toy in question:

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We are starting to feel like we cannot protect him forever. Currently it’s physical protection, but as he grows, he will face greater challenges in life that we may not be able to do anything about. Even now, he has already been a subject of comparison with his peers – unnecessary and unhealthy at this age.

As parents, we hope to equip him well to face these challenges. And on our part learn to let go at the appropriate time(s). Probably easier said than done. We will do our best when the time comes.

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Adulting

Three months of adulting has really changed our lives. we are now, officially, boring adults with a rigid routine. We do the same things at the same time every. single. day. We are no fun at all, we reject invitations for meet ups on purpose, have no sense of spontaneity, and spoil the party by leaving early.

Speaking about early, adulting has made us sleep and wake early. 545am (5am for Vanessa) early actually. to send Sam to grandma’s for the day. while we both head back to work. We also end work earlier to pick him up from grandma’s, then it’s time to head home to settle in for the night. bedtime? 1045pm. wow. so adult.

even during lunch time, adulting behaviour is observed. after buying some stuff during lunch time.

colleague enjoying bubble tea: “hey what did you buy?”

me: “oh no nothing really, just adult things…milk and bread”

colleague: haha! -_-“

Sometimes even a grocery run has to be done during lunchtime.

Adulting also means transiting back to work after maternity leave. It means you miss family a (WHOLE) lot more during the day, and go to great lengths to discreetly extract baby food at the office. And going overseas for a 5 day work trip is a whole lot more than just being away from home. It means missing out on 5 days of watching Sam grow up.

Adulting interrupts this blog post to run a load of laundry… and i’m back…

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Our adulting has meant that Sam is allowed to grow up in the best environment as we can provide. He has started sleeping for 6h stretches at night (YAY!), is suddenly much more curious about his surroundings, and acknowledges familiar faces with varied coos.

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We are thankful to be able to adult, to adjust to adulting, because the real adults in our lives (our parents) have provided us with a great model to build on, and have offered fantastic support in this phase of our lives.

a big THANK YOU to the REAL adults in our lives.

 

 

CNY 2017

CNY on any other year is already hectic and tiring on its own. This year was a blockbuster CNY for us, we had a special little someone tagging along.

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It was a fresh new experience for all of us, new routines, and schedules with Sam. New homes, environments, and people for Sam. It was being outside for more than 4 hours since hatch day; for this we brought along a truckload of supplies just to be sure.

We did notice a few things as we went visiting.

It seems everyone, already born, got promoted this year. From brothers to uncles, aunties, to grand aunties, from grand parents to great grand parents. All figuring out their new titles (e.g. 太婆,太公,姨婆).

Great grand parents are particularly proud of this 4th gen offspring.

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Most wanted to know:

Who Sam looks more like – We actually have no idea, but it seems Daryl has the majority vote.

Whether he’s breast fed – Sam’s been drinking the good stuff bottled for freshness (also see post titled: “Milk”)

Whether he sleeps through the night – Sam’s been a good boy only waking at specific times to replenish his blood sugar levels. 

Who is taking care of him – Everyone is keeping a keen eye out for his wellbeing (for that we are thankful). Our Parents (Sam’s Goong Goong, Ye Ye, Por Por, Ma Ma) are the main caregivers when we need a break. 

This CNY, the Wongfoks are thankful for all the stories shared, the advice given, and the love showered upon Sam, in this, his first year of life. We pray that he’ll continue to thrive in this wholesome, loving community.

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新年快乐, 万事如意  everyone!

Marathon

I have to keep reminding myself that growing a baby is a marathon not a sprint. Currently it’s 7 weeks into his life here on earth. We are starting to feel stretched. With the late nights and the house work all adding up.

It’s the little bits that get you. A little washing here, some laundry there.

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(Meme Credit: Emelyne yiyi)

But there are times when you feel really proud that you’ve done it well. For instance, burping him…

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or surviving a trip out of the house!

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We’ve realised that he is growing up a bit too quickly. We’ve had to chuck a few cool rompers that don’t fit anymore, and introduce new ones. Like this one taken with his cousin. Sam’s pants don’t fit anymore 😦

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I know this is a little early, but I’m also stocking up on some dad jokes, compiled for future groans and eye rolls.

  • When the children want pets next time: “Pets are animals that humans did not find delicious”
  • Animal sounds: “to neigh or not to neigh, that’s equestrian”
  • At a Japanese Restaurant: “Japanese chef always have something to shoyu”
  • At the ZOO!: “I went to a zoo once, that only had a dog in it. It was a shitsu.”
  • Teachable moment about friends: “Friendship is like wetting yourself. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel its warmth.”
  • Lessons from punishments: “if you are asked to stand outside, it means you are always outstanding.”
  • Indigestion from eating too much? “if you eat too much wanton mee, you will be too heavy.”
  • Good to throw this in when discussing body issues: “Why have abs when you can have kebabs?”

Sam the Caterpillar

This is a story about Sam, the 6 week old caterpillar.

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Sam has been growing well and has put on more than 1 whole kilo since he hatched. Some might call him a fatter-pillar. He recently went through a metamorphosis of sorts, from a quiet little bug, to a loud, shouty kind of bug.

The parental bugs have had much trouble settling him into bed. You see, Sam the caterpillar has learnt a new skill, one that makes strategic use of his hands. While being rocked to the point of drowsiness, Sam will sneakily grab onto parental bugs’ outer wear (also known as clothing) and not let go.

And when it comes time to lay Sam’s sleepy head down onto the bed, he wakes up when he loses his grip of the parental bugs’ outerwear.

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Oh, poor parental bugs, they have to put Sam the caterpillar back to sleep (to the point of drowsiness) again.

Most other times, Sam the caterpillar has aspirations to become a butterfly, often staring at bright lights on the ceiling. He has also been observed squirming out of his exo-skeleton to free his… hands!

One day, when Sam the caterpillar becomes an independent butterfly, these stories will follow him (and his wife). But that’s another story for another day.

Lessons from a Bottle

I was washing bottles (the 9649792863 bottles needed to keep Sam alive) the other day when i came to the realisation that my hands were getting rougher and more seasoned. Perhaps it was because i hardly had to help with the dishes all these years, mostly done by my parents.

It is one thing to know (in your head) that parents sacrifice (not just doing the dishes) so much for their children, but totally another to experience and internalise this in your proverbial heart.

Standing there, i think i experienced a ‘Circle of Life’ moment.

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Some part of me felt proud of that I / We will be able to provide for this child. While another part of me felt grateful for our parents that taught us enough to provide for this child.

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We may not be the lions or the wildebeests in the Serengeti running in circles, but for us the circle of washing, cleaning, packing, folding, cooking, feeding, teaching, nurturing… goes on.

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1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant
5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. – 1 Corinthians 13:1-8