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The third weekend of June – Part 1 (Father’s Day)

The Father’s Day weekend started on Friday for the kids. Z’s school was closed and X’s school arranged a Father’s Day excursion to Urban Farm, Bukit Panjang.

Z followed me to work. He spent his morning making a Lego car, building a Sydney Opera House 3D puzzle, doing his assessment book and getting entertained by a few of my colleagues. This was an awesome perk of working for a pro-family employer. Kids were welcomed to office.

Here was Z at my workplace: 

  

I brought him up to see the much talked about ships

We had lunch nearby and I also bought him a cup of Ya Kun teh which pleased him.

Here was the boy waiting for Mr H to pick him up after half a day

Meanwhile, this was what X did at the excursion: 

Presented his card to Mr H

  

It was a potluck lunch party so I suggested to Mr H to buy 10 packets of bee hoon and it was a great idea.   

By evening, we were back to the usual routine of dropping Z off for class. We had to bring X home to eat dinner and wash up as he slept through dinner.

Meanwhile, Z’s blades had also arrived.

K2 SK8 Hero Pro, Size US1-5 at $189.65


We also got a set of guards for $28. It included wrist guards, elbow guards & knee guards. It was very cheap, compared to what we paid for Micro at $45 for a set of elbow & knee guards for X!!! The importance of market knowledge was prevalent.

Saturday was a buzz as usual. 

Soccer class for Z  

We attended a baby’s first month party. 

  

How nice it was to hold tiny babies and X looked so cute next to the newborn baby!  
We headed to Sentosa for another party.

Boys thrilled with their buggy ride to the Wavehouse

A cool beach club party     

Waiting for his Flow rider turn (and it was his 4th round!)  

Rather safe for the kids
He even received a certificate for participation    

End of party and another ride back (on another buggy)  

We headed off for a Father’s Day dinner at Vivo City’s Paradise Dynasty and actually caught the fireworks!  
Sunday was another flurry of activities. After replenishing the groceries, we prepped the boys to head to the park for skating lessons and scooting. We had to rush off for Father’s Day lunch at East Ocean. It was such a hot day that we had to detour home for a shower and change of clothes. Z went for his swim class before we headed down to Cafe Melba for our annual “surprise” Father’s Day party. It was so regular that it was really not much of a surprise and Mr H had been a tad disappointed when he thought this party was not happening! 

It was a chaotic party with 6 kids but that meant more fun, laughter and cheer.   

  

          

The weekend was so hectic that we were rather glad to have taken leave for the next day! 

Father’s Day in our context

In our family, Father’s Day meant as much to the kids as Mother’s Day. Mr H cut a very hands-on fatherly figure in both Z’s and X’s lives.

He was always there when they fell, because I didn’t believe in over coddling.

He was always there when they fell sick too, because I could not always get the time to take leave or worse, when I was straddling a part time MBA or when I had to travel for work.

He was always there to clean their mess, literally and figuratively.

He was always there to wipe their tears, their boogers, their dirty hands and of course, the poo-filled diapers.

He was always there to teach them how to play soccer, tennis and more. 

Sometimes he even stood in to cook porridge or simple meals. 

He could handle both kids without a sweat because he knew them as much as I knew them. 

He prioritized family time above all, as with how I prioritized the family above all too.

For that, he made an awesome father (and husband). 

Happy Father’s Day, Mr H! Thank you for loving all of us!

Hype carnival

We popped down to Mr H’s alma mater on a Saturday. The school had a carnival. We met up with his ex-classmate’s family for this occasion. Both of them had been such long time friends, then family friends and both our elder kids were equally as long time friends with each other.

The mood was casual. While the games were designed for older boys, the kids still had a blast.    

Air hockey   

Z turned out to be quite good with air hockey because he had gotten familiar with the concept of scoring goals and defending home ground   

Fishing with recycled bottles      

This particular class which we had visited used recycled materials in all their games. I was rather impressed with their concept and it was friendly for all ages. Of course, I did not let the old boys know that.

The kids enjoyed ice cream, cotton candy and jellies  

End of a 1.5hours tour  

Undoubtedly, it was a chance for us to familiarize the K2-ers to an official school environment and to get them excited to see older children in action.

I joked that the prices at the carnival was a lot friendlier than my alma mater’s and probably all other school carnivals we had been to. It struck us that it was the unique quality of this institution. The secondary school boys were very kind towards the young children too. As Mr H put it, it was the spirit of community and giving. It definitely walked the talk of focusing on character development as opposed to chasing the results.

By the way, hype stood for the Home You Proudly Embrace.

Wow, just wow.

It held a deeper significance than being trendy and flashy.

Snapshot of my life

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A few days after receiving Z’s Photobook, I received X’s. Both were free Photobooks and I only had to pay for shipping. I had opted for the $7 express shipping, mainly because the cheapest option did not offer tracking.

I loved the composition of both cover pages. I loved how Jack the photographer captured such joy and happiness in a matter of clicks.

It struck me that these were literal snapshots of my life at this point. I never knew if I could have happier days beyond this but I knew I would enjoy every moment we created and shared.

When my children grew up, what would they remember? Perhaps these Photobooks could help them relive their childhood days which were snapshots of our lives at that point too.

A picture meant a thousand words, a story meant an eternal archival of that memory.

Turning 8

On this day, we would celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary.

I still had vivid memories of the proposal at Merchant Court Hotel, the wedding day at Shangri-la and through the good and bad days that we shared.

It did not seem too long ago when Mohd Sultan was populated with the likes of Madam Wong, Double O and many more clubs. Likewise, it did not seem too long ago when we used to spend the weekends partying, playing sports and go on road trips. These days, our weekends were made up of family breakfasts, playing with the kids and doing everything possible under the sun as opposed to under the moon.

Marriage was not as happily ever after as fairy tales had been. Movies and cartoons glamorized marriages. They only focus up till the wedding day, leaving the audience much bewildered as to what would follow next.

A wedding day was a celebration of the union, a marriage was a symbol of dedication, commitment and hard work by the couple. We had our fair share of ups and downs. Thankfully by now, we knew how to deal with each other’s quirkiness, uniqueness or some would call it difference. We also shared the same lifelong goals of giving the best, in love and care, to our family.

As our marriage stood today in its 8th anniversary, we were proud parents to 2 lovely boys. We gave them the most precious commodity – our time. Little would we expect to play the leading caregiving roles to these little rascals who took after us in features and characters one way or other. The basis for a happy family was a happy marriage and the basis for a happy marriage would be lifelong companions who cared and loved each other more than themselves.

So here was to many more happy years to us.

Mr H, Happy 8th wedding anniversary and to more good food, travels, health, happiness, H and love!