I ordered the Choco-Ichigo (Choco fresh cream – strawberry shortcake) for a girlfriend’s birthday recently. The cream was lovely but the sponge of the cake was denser and sweeter than what we expected. The sponge was nice but it seemed to overwhelm the light choco cream.
This was the Mount Fuji cake at $6.80 per slice. I rather liked this but my sister preferred Flor’s Mount Fuji as it offered more pastry layers within the cake. I enjoyed the chestnut cream very much and I also told her I would be happy to settle for this than to walk another 500 down to Flor for additional pastry layers.
This unassuming dark cherries tart at $6.80. It was actually very nice! I was a fan of fresh cherries and I liked the way they had ‘prepped’ the cherries which worked well with the custard and tart.
I asked to buy Old Chang Kee curry puff and Z heard it as old trunki. He kept bugging which trunki we were talking about.
If the old one referred to his bee trunki…
If we were looking at a new trunki.
Only after we explained it was the brand selling curry puff and his favorite fried squids did he stop the repeated questions.
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I did not believe in enrichment classes because apart from tuition out of necessity, all other forms of enrichment, was more marketing than beneficial in terms or real character development. However, Z actually requested for enrichment rather fervently because his friends had all kinds of enrichment classes. The irony!
I made him wait for a few weeks and then quizzed him on his preferred enrichment. In the end, he decided on sports. It was an interesting decision that he came to and so we scouted for one.
At the first lesson with Shaw Little League which was a multi-sports academy, he was exposed to volleyball and tennis. He was mightily pleased and smiles plastered all his face. He was super happy.
I liked how earnest he tried (as compared to the usual stuffs which he would not try), the willing compliance to instruction and the ability to pay keen attention. I reckoned we would continue this till he discovered his favorite sports of all to specialize in.
X could only look on in envy. Well, there would be a time for you too.
In so many ways that I am truly amused.
I was cooking dinner when he walked in with his pillow. He left it on the floor and wanted me to carry him so he could see what I was doing. I instructed him to keep his pillow first. He picked up his pillow, left the kitchen and returned empty-handed.
I told him to go to his bathroom to get ready to bathe. We were in the living room. He walked off in the direction of his room. When I next saw him, he was comfortably seated on the bathroom floor and struggled to take his top apart.
I told him to head to his brother’s room to play. He went “tiah tiah, tiah tiah” and went to Z’s room.
A random thing he did was when we were having dinner, he kicked up a fuss and was plucked out from the high chair. He walked to Z’s room (who was finishing his bath) and got Z to come out for dinner.
At 16 months’ old, he was a major sweetheart.
I was buying fruits when I realized that the supermarket was packed with Gold kiwis. Even my favorite New Zealand Fuji apples were back in season! The last time when I started buying this apple variety was a year ago, when I was taking extended maternity leave (aka no pay leave) and I was buying groceries from the supermarket near daily.
My stay home schedule then was preparing lunch before 9am, usually headed out for afternoon tea with the other leave kakis, grocery shopping and to be back home by 430pm to cook dinner. It did not seem too long ago that I was a “temporary” stay-home mom and it had been one year.
Z loved to ask questions, like every child on the street. I loved it when he asked good questions which would lead on to more questions.
In particular, I liked this question that he asked. He asked why it was so expensive to buy a car in Singapore and why everything else was so expensive in Singapore. It gave me a chance to explain how young Singapore was, how the country worked, how insane COE was, how we did not have natural resources, how the country was so competitive and why there was a need to stay competitive.
My point was not to exert pressure on him, but for him to appreciate what he had today, what Singapore could offer him, to be grateful and to ask what he could do for his family and country one day. I also told him that not too long ago, his own great-grandparents were foreigners on this land and how they had worked very hard to let us enjoy the fruits of their labour today.
Z enjoyed hearing the stories and told us that he loved Singapore very much. Well, I really hoped he would.
A sense of appreciation would always go a long way.
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Tagged Z, z says
There was a weekend where we brought the kids for X-men. The cousins were dressed in hoodie jackets and looked absolutely charming together.
We also attended a birthday party held at Cool De Sac. It was surprisingly not as crowded as I thought. It might appear that they had sorted out the teething issues. The children had fun but they got pretty bored after a while, to our surprise. The stash of toys at the infants’ area seemed to be all over the place or not working.
Thankfully it was not as crowded, so the kids ended up playing a game of racing via the slides.
They were also more enthused about dressing up with the props this round.
On a totally random note, I really loved these ironmen T-shirts which we had picked up in Korea. At US$20 per top, it was well worth the spend! Mr H had been rather hesitant initially because both kids had so many clothes, mainly due to my shopaholic nature and Paley & Love!
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Tagged parties, X, Z
One day, Z and Mr H exclaimed, “How did X get onto the sofa?”
My response was, “He probably climbed it?”
Z was amazed that X could scale the sofa. Mr H was rather excited about the milestone too. Only I was a tad slow to grasp that X had mastered a new skill on his own.
Then I recalled during Z’s time, we had made a big deal of teaching him how to get on and off the sofa. When it was X’s time, I hardly blinked an eye. My bad.
However, I had the luxury to enjoy his cute expressions and moves to get on the sofa. I still loved the innocent determination and look of ginger satisfaction.
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Tagged X, X milestone