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Brandon normally wakes up the household at 7am on the dot each morning, calling out, “GOOD MORNING PAPA!” after flinging his room door wide open. Andrea is usually still a little groggy at that point, but chirpy most of the time. These days…  

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…  

Watching the storm rage outside, safe in papa’s lap.  

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…  

Given Malaysia’s generally high levels of humidity, I’m wondering whether it’s actually safe to leave my stock of soap in their cotton muslin bags for long periods of time to continue curing past their usual 4 weeks on the drying rack. So I’m…  

Brandon turns 3 on Monday! We’re thinking of getting him  (and for the sake of keeping the peace, Andrea as well) a bicycle with trainer wheels. But as to how we’re going to celebrate it, no plans just yet. The guy is getting…  

CURRENTLY FEELING Tired but enormously proud to have been able to contribute a whole lemon cake for tonight’s potluck at my aunt’s. And that the children were well-behaved (in the grand scheme of things). And wishing Han would come over unbidden to give…  

I was lumbering after the kids, clutching Andrea’s hand to make sure she didn’t trip on her oversized towel, fumbling with the apartment keys when Brandon called from up ahead, “Look! Look! Mummy, what’s that?” He was pointing at something on the…  

“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…  

[/caption] I handled yesterday very poorly—literally crying over spilt milk, ruining dinner by messing up the pastry crust for the leek and bacon pie I planned to make, and flying into a rage the moment one of the kids…