Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Why controlled crying isn't bad

Seven in the evening is almost exclusively my favourite part of the day on ANY given day. When all go as planned, it means the kids are already in their room and safely tucked in bed. They could be singing, having a conversation with their stuffed animals, rolling about in the comfort of their own bed or doing all three at the same time, but we know that it won’t be long before they drift off to dreamland.

It is also usually the time of the day when I would shamelessly do a little dance in my head as soon as we close the door behind us, because, believe you, me, knowing that they are about to retire for the night and thus giving us our “us-time” to do whatever the hell we need to do, is one of the best feeling in the whole wide world.

It has been almost 3 years since we enforced early bedtime for the kids. We may have missed out on the occasional social gatherings in the evenings and even snuffed our noses when we learnt that a birthday party ends at 6.30 pm. But! because we tend to be rather inflexible when it comes to winding them down for the evening for their bedtime we sometimes give them a miss or rushed out of their door a couple of hours earlier without regrets.

For us, it has been absolutely imperative that we start winding them down by 6pm and that they are in bed by 6.30 pm; plus minus half an hour give or take. It has been proven time and again that our kids do get horribly and uncontrollably cranky if we ever were to stretch their bedtime past 7pm. Despite the small inconvenience of having to be home at a certain time, all I can say is that after all these years (knock on wood!), it probably was one of the best parenting decisions we ever made.

I guess, after doing this for so long now, we don’t really think about it as it is something we are so used to. That being said, I have to say though that I am almost always a little surprised when I see the reaction of any parent who went, “SIX THIRTY?? REALLY?? Already? That’s early! Through the night?” 

While I’m sure some thought that it is a little abnormal (or cruel even!) that kids are subjected to go to bed that early, others were genuinely surprised – and dare I say, even envious – that we have been able to shove our kids to bed early and they STILL are sleeping through the night till about 6.30 am.

For curious parents, we would tell them that the only reason we can do that is because the kids are so used to such early bedtime since they were a few months old. Subtly, that really means CONTROLLED CRYING; one of the more controversial parenting topics. A topic polarized enough to make some parents uneasy and label us as being heartless. Unless asked or probed further, we don’t usually spill how we do it in detail; and not because we don’t want to share, but because we are conscious of being accused of giving unsolicited (bad) advice.

Looking back, while controlled crying was one of the hardest things we have ever done, it was only excruciatingly painful for a maximum of a week. The “training” got better every day and in my opinion, was not exactly a bad thing.  In fact, there was an article which backed up controlled crying as a form of baby sleep strategy. (read article here)

Having been through all that for both of my kids' early days as a few month old infant, I truly believe that the long-term benefits of controlled crying as a form of sleep strategy far outweigh the “cruelty” of making a baby cry themselves to sleep for just a few minutes. Yes.FEW MINUTES. I didn’t mean an entire hour. (I have written about the 10-minute Rule here)

If we have not done that, we probably would be more sleep deprived, extremely short-fused (not that I am not already!), supremely exhausted and likely pushed to the brink of a mental breakdown. And no, I don’t think that entertaining two little kids till 11pm at night would be particularly beneficial to our marriage.

3 years on, both of our kids are happy, healthy, as affectionate as they want to be (when they feel like it) and both are not showing any signs of emotional trauma which we had supposedly exposed them to. They wake up happy, and for us, it means that we get a little bit more rest and freedom when the clock strikes 7.

Sometimes, you really just have to be a little cruel to be kind

Sunday, September 8, 2013

How I roll: A new chapter

September 4th, 2013 marked a new chapter in my professional life. It marked a new beginning to a rather unplanned, but imminent end from my previous job which would likely change the course of my life journey from here on. A clean slate once again, a new adventure and a flight path into the unknown.

It has been barely 3 days with my new job, and despite at least 5 years of absence, that sense of warm, genuine sincerity and attachment to some of the familiar people in the organization felt very reassuring.  I still have that springs on my heels I felt months ago when this new job conversation started and more than ever, I feel like I fit right in. There’s no “treading” about and I really do feel like I am just picking up where I have left off. I am still not sure if that is actually a good thing, but most gratifying of all, it feels like I’m back “home” and it still feels oh-so-right.

I have got some work cut-out for me. Already, there are issues to fix, team to set up, stake-holders to please and human dynamics to suss out; amongst other things. There are things to learn, and most importantly, a whole lot of things to unlearn. It really is not about how much you already know, rather, it is about what you don’t know, find out, adapt and go on from there.

With new swanky gadgets at my disposal, I certainly am ready to roll!

Damn Lotus Notes!

Friday, September 6, 2013

Pizza Bites

A random  food blog I stumbled upon a while back had inspired me to experiment and create my own version of Mini-Pizza Bites.

All done within 40 minutes, I adapted the recipe a little. I have since made a few versions of this which had included a batch with tuna, another batch with smoked turkey as well as an all-vegetarian pizza bites.

Here's a warning: These can be quite addictive!

Pizza Bites in a mini-muffin tray before going into the over
Orangy pizza bites really hot from the oven!

Ingredients:
  • 3/4 cup flour
  • 3/4 tspn baking powder
  • 2 tbsp Italian seasoning (the original version used 1)
  • A pinch of salt
  • 3/4 cup whole milk
  • 1 egg, lightly beaten
  • 1 cup shredded mozarella cheese
  • Half a cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • 1 cup cubed smoked turkey (or canned tuna or leave out any meat if you are going for vegetarian version)
  • 1 jar of store-bought salsa sauce(I couldn't find pizza sauce!)


Method:
  1. Pre-heat oven to 180 degree celcius. Grease the mini-muffin pan.
  2. In a large bowl, mix (sifted) flour, baking powder. Italian seasoning and salt together.
  3. Whisk in the milk and egg. Stir in the mozarella, Parmesan, cubed smoked turkey and about 4-5 tablespoon of Salsa sauce
  4. Let stand for 10 minutes.
  5. Stir the batter and divide among the mini-muffin tray.
  6. Top about a teaspoon of the leftover salsa sauce on top of each batter on the mini-muffin tray. Then top it up again with Mozarella and Parmesan (if desired)
  7. Bake till puffed, golden and a little crispy, 20-25 minutes 
  8. Serve when ready.
Bon appetit! 



Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Natural Nude

Wearing a pair of nude shoes can, every once in a while, inject some serious measure of elegance into your wardrobe.  For years, I avoided the colour as I used to think that it is tough trying to match nude shoes with my work clothes, but as I realised, that notion could not be further from the truth.

In fact, after owning several pairs of nude colour shoes which I bought mainly for the designs, I have come to realise that they can be worn with any outfit and easily complement any colour scheme. I have worn nude colour shoes with a dress that was way too colourful, and was still able to get away with it without me looking too garish. I find shoes with nude colours to be soothing, too. It is a colour that exudes a sense of calmness when worn with an outfit for work.

I never actually realised this, but apparently, wearing a pair of nude shoes can make your legs appear longer - something I can appreciate since I am such a short-fart!

Nude shoes can be really versatile, yet minimalistic. Although the colour was not my first choice when I bought it as I was gunning for a pair of really, really mysterious dark maroon pair of wedges (they didn’t have my size!:/ ),  the fact that it is a pair of wedges was enough to make me beam with joy.

I love it that it fits me so snugly.


Brand: Studio Tangs
Cost:  I cannot remember!
From: C.K Tangs (Singapore)

Sunday, September 1, 2013

15 months

As Squirt is getting more proficient at picking up speed while walking, climbing over furniture and into toy boxes as well as pulling, grabbing  to sticking his fingers into anything that he is not supposed to, I sometimes wish for a spare set of eyes at the back of my head.  In fact, I sometimes wish my limbs could transform to that of Inspector Gadget’s just so that I could intervene in time from wherever I am in the house to save him from himself.

Squirt is vocal, quick, agile, and he is determined to get what he wants.  Nothing escapes him; every drawer needs to be opened and inspected, every buttons needs to be turned and pushed, and any small objects found on the floor needs to be stuffed into his mouth. He has been quite a handful and just minding him for a few hours can be extremely exhausting. It is of no surprise that I have been coming home to a very weary-looking nanny of late who spends most her day running after him and making sure that he doesn’t get his tiny little body into trouble.

He recently made me rake up a bill of more than 23,000 THB (>700 USD) for the repair of my precious watch. He had somehow managed to get his hands on my not-so-cheap watch when we were in Singapore and had callously dropped it on the floor, causing a huge chip of the crystal glass cover. I then had absent-mindedly wore it into the pool and then it was history. Oh! Not to mention that he had also callously dropped my jade bracelet which broke into 3 pieces some months ago (my fault! what was I thinking giving him my bracelet!). I am contemplating to take the costs of repair from his savings...

Despite being such a busy 15-month old, Squirt is still that happy, smiley and affectionate little boy. He laughs heartily and will always, always give us a big, fat grin when we open the door to his room every morning. He is our little Mr. Happy-go-lucky and does not fuss too much. He does have his cranky moments especially when he is over-tired, but they tend not to last for too long or be much of a drama.

Squirt certainly has a very different temperament from his sister and both me and Silver Bullet had quipped before that if we have had Squirt first, having Spud would be a shock as we probably haven’t got a clue as to how to handle her.

Still a proud owner of 2 bottom teeth, Squirt doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to expand his vocabulary beyond “Mama”, “Papa” and a set of cavemen language. He is still quite adventurous with food and is very willing to try the food on our plates; always a joy to watch.

Recently, he discovered the fun of spinning himself around in circles and then stands still while trying to maintain his balance. Quite a delight to watch him laugh at himself after every attempt and seeing him wobble happily around like a drunkard. He loves his stuffed toys and can't get enough of the remote control.

Squirt having a little conversation with Tom the Tiger
He could be distracted with something else, but his hands are glued to the remote - and don't you dare try to pry if off him!
Our home has never been noisier with kids screaming to test their vocal abilities in their highest frequency or us trying to outshout them as we tell them to stop torturing the cats while they are at it, and our living room has never been filthier with bits of stale food on the floor at any time of the day or toys strewn around everywhere. Yet, despite so much chaos, our home has never been filled with so much laughter. (I still am contemplating on taking his savings to cover my repair cost. Hmmph!)

Things could only get better from here on. And I think he looks better with a crew-cut. (Ok. ONE more broken item, and I might just take it from his savings!) 

Friday, August 30, 2013

TEVA's back!

Guess what I bumped into recently?


OK. OK. This probably look like it's nothing to you. But to me, this is a big, frickin' deal. Let me explain...these are TEVAs. My most favourite brand of sandals. Ever.

I thought I was dreaming, but the logo is all to familiar to not notice! It's about bloody time, I'd say. After more than a decade long of hiatus (of course I'm exaggerating!), it really is time they make a comeback! I guess the Lord of Footwear must have finally heard my lament, but of course he only decide that it should only make a come-back just after I got my swanky pair of TEVA from outside the country!

Anyway. I'm frickin' excited!It means, should something happens to my TEVA, I can get a replacement. They have got some funky and cool designs, too. There was no one tending to the shop when I passed this, and so I did a little of sandal-whoring.



This one is really, really light and comfeeeee. If not for the fact that it is a little too pricey and that I already have a swanky pair, I would probably have bought it. It will take me sometime for my current pair to exhaust itself before I purchase a new one. Damn.

And no, they did NOT pay me to review this. Perhaps, they should.


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Fried Chicken Party

As of today, I am officially unemployed! (Well...I'm actually clearing a couple of official sabbatical days prior to my official-official last day, but that's just me being technical). By 9 a.m. I had happily plonked my backside on the chair of Dr. Feet getting a one-and-a-half hour long of a very much needed foot massage.

It was divine! No (corporate) responsibilities. No meetings. No kids. No plans. No stress. For once in a long, long time, the whole set up felt really good; even if this luxury of having a little me-time would last for only a few days till I start my new job next week.

That being said, I still feel a little sentimental when I thought about a particular "Fried Chicken Party" that was held at the office yesterday.I had intended to quietly disappear before 4pm after all the personal goodbyes to several people, and so when I was told to stay a little longer for a "Fried Chicken Farewell Party" (quote-unquote from one of my colleagues), I was completely surprised. It wasn't just some random, ordinary "Fried Chicken Party". It was a party set up by my very sweet colleagues who took the trouble to plan for a small, intimate farewell party for me on my last day at the office. In all honesty, it was not something I had remotely expected, as I didn't think anyone would have cared or bothered.

But it turned out they did. They bought lots of yummy fried chicken and said some really kind words that touched me deeply. Deep enough to make me weep. Yikes. (Damn it,Ex-boss!And I'm saying it endearingly) My team said a heart-felt, "Thank you, Mom". I couldn't decided there and then if it was a good or a bad thing.

And then, I was thrown into the spotlight and there was no escaping of having to deliver a speech. I was completely unprepared and I.had.to.give.a.speech. I had to think on my feet and my mind drew a blank whilst my heart had crumbled by the touching words that was delivered just minutes prior. (I thought that was unfair. Hmmph! Damn it, Ex-Boss).

And I tried very hard to compose myself.

And I failed.

Miserably.

And I surrendered to the mighty,mushy heart and let out some tears as my head screamed silently in protest, "This is bloody unfair! I can't be tearing in front of 30 people!"Arrgghhhhhhhhhhhh!

Not cool. That wasn't supposed to happen.

But it did. And in between tiny sobs (just a tiny bit!), I braced myself and rambled my thank yous, still could not believe that the team had bothered to do a little something for me. I was touched and I was humbled. It was a small gesture, yet it carried a lot of meaning. It was genuine. I feel blessed.


It was also symbolic for me. My tenure has officially ended, and for what it's worth, I hope that I have inspired the people I worked with and no matter how small, I sure do hope that my contributions have had a positive impact on them. My job is done and whether they realised it or not, these people are talented individuals - I have actually learnt a lot more from them than they would ever have from me.

My desk had never looked so clean and empty. It was a good place as I had a very distinct vantage point and most of all, my desk was all "fengshui-ed" up.
Before
After
It was a nice ending. It was an end that symbolises an imminent new beginning.

And oh!Fried chicken now brings an entirely new perspective for me!

The Fried Chicken Party with variety of fried chicken!