Taipei 101

This week’s episode on: Sam colonises our lives.

Vacation to Taipei!

if you fail to plan, you plan to fail Your plan goes out the window anyway

We had been rather nervous about how Sam would react during the ascent / descent of the plane. We heard numerous horror stories of wailing children and embarrassed parents.  So, like all good parents we planned on giving him his bottle during these times, prepared toys, assigned roles for the worst case scenario…Mr Wong slept through the entire process of ascending and descending (I wonder if his ears popped). He woke when the plane stabilized. Now, us sleep deprived parents and grandparents were left with FIVE, unplanned hours of entertaining a very rested (AND RESTLESS) child. OH JOY!

Your idea of enjoyment shifts – drastically

What would previously have been a whirlwind tour of the destination city, has now regressed to relaxing long strolls (in lovely cool weather) to the destinations (for this a stroller is essential – a moving rice sack is rather heavy). Also, a nap (for the WHOLE family) in the afternoons are a great way to spend a holiday.

In spite of our leisurely pace, we managed to hit some of the recommended places to visit:

Unagi Rice Bowl at 肥前屋, DTF 鼎泰豐 at Taipei 101, visited 士林夜市 Shilin and 饒河夜市 Raohe night markets. SO MUCH FOOD!

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On this trip we also found pre-packed baby food to be really convenient but also produced really smelly poo, probably more intense than the 臭豆腐 (stinky tofu)we ate at the 夜市 (night market).

Sam the tour leader

Our plans had to be fluid and were dictated by our little tour leader. We ended up abandoning our plans to Jiufen to roam Taipei instead. The timings for the transport were not favourable and would have affected Sam’s bedtimes.

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All things considered, it was a really enjoyable first plane ride and trip with Sam and Grandparents! Onward to the next adventure! Perth!

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Post-Offspring-Spontaneity

Last weekend: When we proved (to ourselves, at least) that post-offspring-spontaneity is not dead.

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So here’s the scene, diaper and milk powder supplies were running low. Like any Singaporean family, we had to make a quick dash in to JB to stock up for the impending apocalypse (i.e., a catastrophic* event where cloth diapers are involved).

*  10 months in, Sam’s poo now smells like the zoo, specifically the zebra enclosure – if you’ve been there specially to appreciate the aromas. Some days, tardiness in taking out the trash results in… fermented Sam’s poo. 

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Mid-way through lunch at Nando’s (because Singaporeans can’t get Nando’s in Singapore), we decided, on a whim, that it was an excellent idea to stay the night in JB. We had with us our diaper bag^ containing (aka Surviving-JB-with-a-child guide):

  1. The clothes on our back + 1 extra top (but hey, never mind what the parents have / need)
  2. 2 milk bottles
  3. 2 rompers (we keep handy in the diaper bag)
  4. 1 baby hoodie
  5. some baby snacks

^stroller and baby carrier not included in the bag.

We had no choice(I know right!?) but to book a premium room at the Renaissance hotel (which we highly recommend by the way – there’s also plenty of street food in the immediate vicinity). WHAT A LAST MINUTE DECISION IT WAS! The free food and drinks (including wine and beer) at the lounge were a nice bonus!

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Photo of irresponsible considerate parents hiding in the lounge to play with phones cos the baby was already in bed.

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Photo showing responsible parents having supper in the toilet so baby is always supervised.

We enjoyed this trip thoroughly and even learnt a few things along the way. Specifically:

  1. Hotel toilets ARE decent places to have supper – flush before use.
  2. We require surprisingly few things to make things work – excess only temporarily allays your worries/fears
  3. Always pack an extra phone charger with you – saves the hassle of charging from the TV’s USB port
  4. Your life doesn’t have to, and should not revolve around your offspring (or does it?)
  5. This new generation will probably NOT know why we ‘pick up the phone’ what a telephone is.

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We are headed to Taiwan next weekend. See you guys on the other side…

IN HIS MOUTH!

We all have done some strange things in life. Some you were aware of, like pooping in your grandfather’s hand (I found out that photo evidence is incriminating). While some of your strange, past actions live in the depths of your parents’ memories, only to (conveniently, embarrassingly) come up for air during family gatherings.

Sam’s closing in on 9 months in this world. During this time, we’ve accumulated a lifetime of stories (i.e., since last dec) to accidentally tell when he’s older. *hehehehe*

So Sam has recently mastered the art of half crawling half bum-shifting really really quickly, and loves to touch shiny objects. For example, watches, jewelry, and door stops (the magnetic kind that sticks out of the wall). One day, after teleporting around the house, he settled on his favourite door stop in his room. I didn’t think much of it (regular behaviour) till… he sat there for quite a while, hunched over this door stop.

IT. WAS. IN. HIS. MOUTH.

So… Sam the boy that eats magnetic door stops (super hero material?).

Other things that go in his mouth include:

(a) Carrot Sticks

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(b) Banana, whole or otherwiseIMG_1840.JPG

and, (c) (Venetian) Blind Control Strings

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We probably live in a gingerbread house or something.

His pace and agility has also got him in strange places. Like scooting under the SOFA, yes, UNDER the sofa. You’ll have to see it to believe it (refer to insta story on 1 Sep 17). Never had so many IG responses till that story. At least he’s now able to babble to let us know his whereabouts.

Guess it’s about time child proof our place?

Moved

It has been quite the journey these past few months. 20170605_143646417_iOS.jpg

From the excitement of collecting our keys, to managing the renovation, and finally moving in to our new place! This probably took a whole lot more out of us than we imagined.

We’ve moved and things have finally started to settle down. We’ve familiarised ourselves with the new surroundings, gotten used to the new routines (yes, this blog is back and running!), and re-started some things we couldn’t do back at the previous place: like having a quiet night’s rest, and the usual baking, cooking with proper facilities.

Sam finally has a room to himself. But actually we’re secretly happy that we have our room to ourselves now… hehe.

Enough with the house stuff, ‘what about Sam!?‘ you may ask.

He’s now 7 months old, and he’s changed a whole lot since 7 weeks old (refer to photo below). Like… who’s that baby?

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Sam’s gone through a few milestones these few months.

1.His poop smells like ours. He has started eating big boy food (pumpkin and cereal in the picture). No teeth as yet though.

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2. He sits. Which makes eating, bathing, feeding, cleaning, so much more convenient!

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3. He’s had his first overseas trips!

4. He’s had his first swim, but wasn’t too pleased about it.

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May this new home be filled with love and precious memories in the years to come!

 

 

 

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.