Camera action

It's a blood vomiting experience trying to take a passport photo of your kid. You want it done properly since it's going to be in the little red book for quite a while, and you being the one that's going to look right into the eyes of the immigration officer, you want your kid to at least look decent and not embarrass you in an alien country. But like I mention, it's near impossible. They can't sit still, and always move when you snap. The best shots are always the instant before you click - no matter how fast you are. I kind of give up and will leave it to the professionals in the studio. Such experiences remind me of Calvin and Hobbes....

Father's day in

My father's day was spent at home with wife working hard before she fly off the next day, and I fussing after two boys. It ended with Shrek at night. What more can you ask for ha ha.

Oh, while we are watching Shrek 3, which is not too bad a show, a kid started crying. My question is why is a kiddo there in the cinema (and he/she sounds like an infant) at the 9.30pm show? That's the problem with a lot of S'pore parents now - for selfish reasons they make the kid trudge along with them late at night on the premise of spending time with the kids. There was once I was at Swenson with my wife at 2.00am + and a family was there with their daughter who cannot be more than 4 years old.

I think kids need to sleep early -- it's good for their wellbeing. What's the point of forcing them to go out with you late into the night when they obviously will be tired and grouchy after a while - hence the kiddo in the cinema. Anyway, who am I to judge what's wrong or right.

Baby Blues

I live Baby Blues since Kai Koon lent me her entire collection. It prepared us for our first child, helped maintained our sanity while we are raising En, and guided us again while we are having the second. And there is no doubt Daryl - the totally committed Dad- is my role model. Ha.

Back to business

It has been quite sometime since I last posted something here. Not that I was not interested in tracking the development of the boys anymore, quite contrary, I became more involved since my wife flared up the last time about my "perceived" inertia with regard to the boys' development and progress. So involved that I decide I want to write something else to balance my mind from work and kids - hence my chinese blog. Anyway, my wife does a better job documenting the development of the boys and I feel that as long as someone is doing it, it's fine with me - lazy me.

Anyway, with the kids, I decided to play ball anyway, and am now back to feeding the little one on the strike of midnight. Feeding the little one Xuan is quite different from my experience with feeding En when he was that age not oo long ago. Xuan is soooo much easier to read and manage, and it's actually therapeutic watching him suckle, coaxing him, burping him, watching him pout when he doesn't want milk anymore, and my evil streak of aiming for a little opening between his lips and shoving the nipple straight into his mouth when he least expected it so that he would be "forced" to drink - ha. It's a chore I enjoy.

Now that Momo (dog) is back, the family (Mummy, Papa and En - xuan would be sleeping by then) would take walks around the College Green estate and enjoy the serenity of the place (while we can - I don't expect it when the #@#$ students moved in by end of this year).

Think I will try my best to relive this blog again..ha.