Christmas came early!

I was in the bathroom getting ready to head out when I heard the boy instructing Elliott to “…bring to Mummy“, and to say “For you Mummy“. I couldn’t make out the rest of the conversation but was a little curious about what was happening.

Elliott soon came toddling into the bathroom, struggling with a paper bag that was obviously too heavy and big for him.

“Mummy! You!”, he chimed.

FOR you, Mummy!“, said the boy behind him.

For YOU, Mummy!“, Elliott repeated.

My little man was toting dragging a….Chanel paperbag.

I stopped what I was doing and stooped down to take the heavy bag off him. I also noticed that the purchase was from the original Chanel store in Paris (google 31 Rue Cambon). Ooooh.

I went to look through our pictures from our last (and only) trip to Paris back in March 2013, and remembered this picture taken by the very friendly and helpful sales assistant on the famous faceted mirrored spiral staircase that Chanel designed. It was a memorable visit because (1) I rarely step into brand names shops in Singapore (2) It was THE ORIGINAL CHANEL STORE, YO!!!

Apparently, I also found out that “during the fashion shows, which took place down stairs, Gabrielle Chanel would sit on the staircase. Thanks to the mirrors she could see everything taking place, but no one could see her. She wanted to know the immediate reaction, if the journalists and clients were pleased with the collection.”

Anywaaaaaay. Sorry for that side track. Let’s get back to my entry.

So I exclaimed to Elliott: “Oooh, for me? Really?

I couldn’t believe my eyes, to be honest. The boy runs a little fun side-business here and I thought that he was just pulling my leg by making Elliott lug in a Chanel paperbag from his “stock”. Just for fun, you know?

As it turns out, it was a present for me! My Christmas present, apparently. I was in a dilemma – to wait till Christmas to open it, or to open it NOW so that I can find out exactly what the pretty bag contained.

Half a day went by before my curiosity got the better of me and I told the boy that I AM GOING TO OPEN THE PRESENT!

I kinda guessed from the size of the box that it was a wallet. And I remember thinking: Ooh, I hope he didn’t get me the quilted calfskin one because I’m totally chor lor and a fragile (but very pretty) calf skin wallet will become a sad-looking wallet in no time because yes, I’m very chor lor (rough).

As it turns out, my husband knows me very well. He got me the flap wallet in “quilted grained calfskin” (I confess here that I am totally copying the name of the wallet from the Chanel official site because I am not very brand savvy) because he knows that I’m erm, not the most gentle person in the world and a quilted calfskin one will be ruined in my hands. Hur hur. He is also well aware that I am not a fan of huge logos splashed across my stuff.

And the best bit?

“I just thought you’d like a new wallet because your current one is quite old already.”


So yes, I am blogging about this because I have a goldfish memory (see examples here and here), and it will be nice to look back a couple of years from now and remember that my boy noticed my fraying wallet and got me a new one for Christmas.


Make the ordinary come alive

Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

~ William Martin

I spotted this on my Facebook feed and found it meaningful enough to recreate it as a blog entry as a reminder that as parents, we need to focus on the important things in life for Elliott, and not to be caught up in striving to be ‘extraordinary’.

I was reminded of our walk last evening when he stopped every few steps to pick up leaves to throw it onto the grass. Sometimes, he’d decide to gift me with a crinkly brown leaf (along with a big toothy grin). He also stopped, looked up and went: “Moon!!” when he spotted the moon in the sky (as opposed to Moon, the dog).



Throwing leaves and pointing to the moon. So ordinary, so simple. But it made my little man very happy.


Wait what? Christmas is near?

We probably sound like broken records but I cannot believe that it is the mid of November. Stores are blaring Christmas songs and the annual Christmas light-up along Orchard Road is up!

Wait what? Christmas is near? ALREADY?!

For the past few years, we did not have our own home and were staying at my parent’s. This means that our annual tradition of putting up a live Christmas tree did not happen. We would usually pick out a tree from Ikea and in the first year, left it till the last minute and we ended up with a sad-looking one. The next year, we decided to not wait and picked out our second tree in end November. In 2010, we got our third tree which was definitely the fluffiest of the lot.

Oh wow, it has been 4 long years since we last had a live Christmas tree!

Thanks to my colleagues’ cajoling advice, I decided to order a live tree from Far East Flora this year. They insisted that their trees are much more lush as compared to the ones from Ikea. Since this is going to the first tree at our new home, as well as Elliott’s first tree (Eeeeeks! Excites much!), I decided to take the plunge and ordered a 4-5 ft USA Noble Fir. It costs S$93 (a special sale price, mind you) and with delivery (an additional $30), it is definitely way more expensive than an Ikea tree. Gulp. I was told by said colleagues that we can go pick out ‘our tree’ when the shipment arrives so I’m looking forward to doing that with the boy and the little man.

Truth be told, we do not celebrate Christmas. I love just the festive feel of having a live tree in the house (the lights! the gorgeous pine smell!). In fact, we do not even have Christmas parties/gatherings so technically, no one really gets to enjoy the lovely tree except for us.

I am also pleased that I can put up this little keepsake I made for Elliott’s first Christmas last year that never saw the light of day. I remember how I was a little sad that we had no tree to hang it on.

The year-end period also holds a special place in my heart because just a few years ago, it was a very dark period in our trying-to-conceive journey. I used to associate Christmas and December with sadness. This song used to make me cry. Even now, whenever I hear it, it tugs at my heart.

After the arrival of Elliott, Christmas and the year-end period is now back to being cheery and hopeful. A time to count our immense blessings, a time to be thankful.

Looking forward to filling our home with the smell of pine and trying not to walk into the tree every morning when we wake!

miss ene eats: Ma Mère Boulangerie

We recently discovered this little bakery at Marina Square called Ma Mère Boulangerie. It is located on the 2nd level just below the kid’s play area where all the kids-related shops are located (Mothercare, Kiddy Palace, etc).

Elliott goes the playgym in the same building and he is usually ravenous after all that tumbling so one day, clever me decided to get him some bread. He’s always excited to spot stuff that he can say, like “BREAD!” Of course, he also enjoys opening up the showcase to try and pull out the breads. URGH.

I bought him their Pumpkin Bun which he enjoyed very much. Whenever he finished with one small mouthful, he’d yell “Bread, please!” and his maid mother will then need to get said bread into his mouth.

It’s pretty soft and not too sweet so I was happy to let him munch on this until we got to our preferred lunch venue.

I personally enjoy their Mushroom Cheese bread that was soft, fluffy and importantly, not crazy salty. I warm it up for a bit in the microwave just before I eat it and it’s yummy!

It has now become our habit to stock up on bread at Ma Mère Boulangerie. I also like that the breads are not priced too crazily and oh, the boy discovered that with any purchase of bread, you get a cup of coffee for a dollar! That’s a pretty sweet deal, me thinks.

Ma Mère Boulangerie
6 Raffles Boulevard

Note to Elliott – 20

Dear Elliott,

I was lying on the sofa one evening while Daddy was putting you to bed. I came across this video titled “lullaby for mom“. It turned me into a gooey mess because one of the mothers in the video talked about how she was always worrying. That hit a spot because like her, I started to worry about you the moment we heard your beautiful heartbeat.

Now that you are 20 months old, I am still worrying. I worry if you are eating too little/much. I worry if you’re eating healthily. I worry when you get a sniffly nose. I worry if you’d roll off the bed whenever you do one of your many acrobat moves while in deep sleep. I worry if you are hitting your milestones. I worry if you are getting enough sleep. I read somewhere that a mother never stops worrying, and when she sleeps, she worries with her eyes closed.

How very true.

We finally stopped your music class that you started when you were 8 months old. Instead, we now take you to gym classes every Sunday morning. The first time we stepped in, you ran gleefully towards the balance bars and couldn’t stop beaming and giggling throughout the trial class. You prefer the “exploring” bit of the hour-long class where you can run amok around doing your own thing on the various gym equipment, and your eyes light up whenever it’s “bubble time”.

These days, you mimic everything we say, including 4-syllabi ones like “hairy-cor-cur” (helicopter) and “mo-mo-hai-cur” (motorcycle). You have learnt so many new words that I am finding it hard to keep track of what you can say these days. Whenever we are out, you enjoy pointing out all the stuff that you can say.

We like taking you to the supermarket because you will point at familiar fruits and shout them out for all to hear – pine-apple! apple! nana! papa-ya, wor-wor-me-wen! (watermelon).

You know where your books are kept and when you feel like it, you will utter “ree-boo” (read book) and hold our hand to lead us to the books drawer. It still makes me smile whenever you get to choose a book and will excitedly plonk your diaper-clad butt onto my crossed legs.

You can’t say “Yes” (the “s” sound is probably too challenging for now) so you say “Ok!” instead. I love it whenever I ask “Do you want to eat, Bubu?” or “Shall we go swimming?” and you answer me with a cheery “Ok!” paired with a wide beam. How to say no to your cute face, you tell me? On the other hand, you have also learnt very quickly that you can say “No“. E.g. I’d ask: “Do you want more milk, Elliott?”, and you will go (complete with a vigorously-shaking head) “no no no no no nooooo.” Sometimes, I ask you repeatedly just to hear you say “no no no no nooooooo” because it is rather hilarious.

You have also mastered the “bye bye” wave and would do it on your own without prompting sometimes. Just the other day, I picked you up as usual from your Ah Ma’s house and as I buckled you in the car seat, you cheerily waved “Bye bye!” and “See-you-moro!” to your Ah Gong who was laughing heartily at your spontaneity.

I have also taught you how to say “I love you!” but it comes out as “I-wiv-YOU!” with a loud emphasis on the word “YOU!“. Totally biased but it’s so cute, it melts my heart whenever you say it.

These days, you can also pick out the right pieces, and fix your simple 2-piece jigsaw puzzle. You also enjoy stacking and pulling apart your Duple bricks. It is a joy watching you create stuff so keep at it.

I read that at your age, sensory play is something worth exploring. We currently have a box of washable finger paint (from Popular) and 2 boxes of water beads (from the gardening section at Daiso). We do sensory play just before your 2nd shower of the day where you can create as much mess art as you wish. You enjoy using the scoop to move the beads from one pail to another and when you first started out, you were pretty unsteady but now, I am proud that you can successfully transfer almost 95% of all that you scoop from the first pail.

At 20 months old, you have become rather helpful. You enjoy helping in every little thing that we do so we involve you whenever we can. You enjoy helping to hold the grocery basket (for 5 seconds) and just the other day, it thrilled you no end that you were helping to move the folded laundry from the living room to the bedroom where Daddy was waiting to put away. Well done, sweetie!

We are but 4 short months away from celebrating your second birthday. I was just working on a photo book of your first year the other day and found myself taking longer than usual because I stopped and tried to recall all the memories behind each photo. That first year passed in a blur and I find myself wishing I took more videos of your little coos and giggles to remember them by. When you are older, we will sit together to look through the photo book and I shall tell you the stories behind each and every photo, ok?

Happy 20 months, my Elliott Bubu (which is what you call yourself when I ask for your name). Mummy loves Elliott Bubu very very much.

Mummy xoxo