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We celebrated Brandon’s fourth birthday last night. It was loud, slightly chaotic, and a lot of fun amongst family members. All three kids were so well-mannered and well-behaved all day, especially Brandon who reigned in his excitement to open his birthday presents…  

Brunch at The Bee, Jaya One, on Saturday. (Brandon sees the waitress plonking a bowl of brown sugar on our table.) Brandon: Mummy, can I eat the sugar please? Me: No Brandon, you can’t. Brandon: But why? Me: Because you’ll be bouncing off the walls. You can’t…  

These days Brandon usually quips that he’d rather not go to playschool. Which gets me thinking, what if one day I really need to pull them out of school? How would I keep them occupied? Doing things with the kids at this age (Brandon…  

These past couple of days have seen some very embarrassing displays of bad behaviour from the kids—and me. Trying to get them to behave well makes me feel like a pot calling the kettle black… It’s awful. Let me set the stage first…  

There have been so many instances lately where I found myself at a loss to know what to do/say/how to react. Brandon, clearly hearing what I tell him NOT to do, giving me one kind of look before deliberately disobeying. Andrea toppling over into…  

Technically I get these breathing spaces every day where the kids are asleep and I have the chance to quieten down and listen to my thoughts. To come back to being me, I suppose. But the reality is quite the opposite. Mommyhood demands…  

We took the kids out to Sentul Park on Sunday morning. The air was cool, thanks to the rain the night before and clouds that were obscuring the sun. Our agenda: blow bubbles. And with the crumbs we gathered from the kids’ heong…  

“Moon!” exclaims Andrea from the backseat of our car. “Yeees, moon,” concurs Brandon. It’s in the middle of the afternoon. While I’m keeping my eyes on the road I know they DO see the moon, they’ve pointed it out to me in broad daylight…  

Andrea’s quite independent when it comes to taking her naps, or going to bed at night. She gets her pacifier, and will very readily just lie down in bed and play…  

My mom’s in Singapore GH, recuperating from a surgery called pleuraldysis (spelling?) done on her lungs in an attempt to stop fluid from accumulating between the lungs and its pleural lining. Dad’s with her there to give her physical and emotional support—but…