The day my son got slapped

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. It could have been that cup of teh-si I ingested at 4.30pm at Killiney Kopitiam. But it could also be the fact that my child was randomly slapped by another boy with no rhyme or reason.

We were at Kiddy Palace and looking at cute little backpacks for cute littles. I strapped an “Elephant” one on Elliott and was thinking how adorable he looked. There was another boy standing just in front of us along the aisle. He didn’t look older than 3 years old, and his mum was beside him.

The incident happened so quickly, I did not see it. The boy was standing in front of me and the next thing I knew, I saw him scoop Elliott up in his arms, and the other mother exclaiming loudly: “Oh no, is she ok?” She thought that Elliott was a girl.

As it turns out, the other boy slapped Elliott suddenly. My poor baby was stunned. He reached out for me and as I carried him in my arms to soothe him, his bewildered and sad face broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.

The incident happened so quickly, we did not have time to react. And truth be told, I did not know how to react, nor what to say. Usually, we’d just shrug it off and say “Oh, it’s ok! Don’t worry about it”.

But this was not ok. Your child slapped my child without provocation, with no reason at all.

I was very proud of Elliott for not bawling. All he did was to lean against my shoulder looking sad. It will be an expression that will be hard to erase from my mind.

It got me thinking about this parenthood business.

On Sunday, he was the victim. One day, he just might be the aggressor. And when that happens, what do you do? What do you say?  How do you react?

It made me a little sad that as my baby grows, we can’t be there to protect him all the time. But I am acutely aware that as parents, it will be detrimental to bubble-wrap (figuratively) him. The balance between the role of a protector and letting him explore the world on his own is a fragile one.


Moon turns 8!

Moon was born on an easy-to-remember date – 7.7.07. Earlier this month, our furry family member turned 8 years old and we celebrated it for her in a small way. According to this chart, she is…gasp…51 years old in human years.


Last year, she had 2 celebrations, complete with party hat but this year, it was a simple affair. The entire family headed to an open-field a stone’s throw away from our home and let her run amok. Oh and of course, the birthday girl got to eat (lots of) cake.


This lovely (mutton) cake is from The Barkery Singapore and I requested for a mini version of Moon on it. Check out the details, right down to the brown stains on her beard. Amazing!


moonWe adopted Moon when she was 3-ish so she’s been part of our family for about 5 years. She was our furry baby pre-Elliott and now, she’s a wonderful companion to the little man. Unfortunately, we pay a lot less attention to her these days but she is still the same patient and sweet Moon.


The boy is the one who faithfully takes her for her morning and evening walks daily. They now share a very close bond and it is evident who is the Pack Leader of the house (according to Moon).


She sits close to him whenever he is home, and would hover outside the door if he’s inside the bedroom. When we are out cycling, she would pace his bicycle and would stick close to him. To think that he was a little hesitant about adopting her!

I am acutely aware that turning 8 is a bit of a milestone as she is now officially a “senior” dog. Many have remarked that she doesn’t look her age (must be all that SKII she’s been using) but the fact is, being a senior dog usually means a host of conditions, i.e. the wearing down of joints, poor eyesight, etc. We are bracing ourselves for her silver years but in the meantime, this feisty old girl is still full of unbridled energy.


Happy birthday, our dear sweet Moon. May you remain happy and healthy for many many years to come!

miss ene is…

…still alive! Really!

Sorry for the radio silence. Life has taken over. Weekends are spent with the family, and by the time the little man is asleep, I’ve fallen asleep beside him too. Weekdays are a blur at work and after work, I put on my “mother” hat and become slave mummy to Elliott. No matter how tiring the work day has been, the small human still needs to be bathed, dried, dressed, read to, played with, fed, put to bed. Not necessarily in that order.

So yes, miss ene is still alive but busy doing real world stuff instead of blogging. I have many entries in my head and will get down to them.

Thank you for your patience. I will be right back. Soon.

Note to Elliott – 16

Dear Elliott,

Your 16th month of existence has been fraught with a couple of incidents. I knew that having a boy would mean that my heart would have to take a couple of shocks whenever you fall and in your 16th month, I had a taste of what was to come.


Now that you are walking more steadily, you prefer walking to crawling which is great but this also means that the chance of you falling over is much higher too. The other day, at Ah Ma’s house, you were toddling towards me as I sat on the sofa when one of my worst fears happened:

You tripped over yourself and fell. On your face.

My poor baby. You cried long and hard. I held onto you and kept saying that you’re going to be ok. I was concerned that you hurt your nose but it looked fine. As it turned out, your front left tooth got chipped. Just a teeny tiny bit but it was enough to make my heart ache. Thankfully, you calmed down after lots of big fat tears and went about your merry ways again. Thanks for my circle of mama friends, they all said not to worry and to just monitor your chipped tooth. It does not seem to bother you so I am keeping my fingers crossed.

These days, you enjoy exploring with a spoon when eating. Sometimes, you choose to use your fingers instead because it’s much easier (and faster). You enjoy roast chicken, fish porridge, rice with soup, baked potato, bread and you  also took a liking to…roti prata! We try and keep you in your high chair whenever we have our dinner but more often than not, you attempt to climb out of it while screeching to me let out. Pffft.


You are also showing signs of separation anxiety. I cannot walk from the bed to the bathroom (i.e. 4 steps away) without you screaming like your mother is about to abandon you. You cry, with big fat tears, and will only stop when I am physically beside you again. It is all very sweet but it gets a little hard when you refuse to let go of me the moment I step into the house at end of a workday and I am not even allowed to wash my hands or change out of my work clothes. As with all things baby-related, I am sure this too shall pass.

We have also observed that you show a strong preference to your left hand. You use your left hand to hold the spoon during meal times, and use your left hand to push your toy trucks along the sofa. Daddy is a left hander as well so I am not entirely surprised that you take after him. So there lies my dilemma: To let you develop your left hand naturally, or to convert you to a right hander.


Speaking of toy trucks, you do love your vehicles! You absolutely love your Lego Duplo Number Train and can spend a considerable amount of time just pushing it around the living room, under the dining table, across the TV console….

On the speaking front, your new favourite word is “car“. Everything is “car“. You point your finger at the cars that go by whenever we are out and exclaim loudly “CAR!“. You also try and say “truck” which come across sounding like “tuck“. You can also recognise ‘cow‘ but would say “moooo“. You also attempt the word “fish” and “bus” but all we hear are “ssssss“. Hehe. This baby speak is so very cute.


Unfortunately, your 16th month was also a time when you fell quite sick. You had a constantly high fever for a couple of days which made us exhausted. You are usually such a happy child but when you were ill, it broke our hearts to see you looking sad and listless. At one point, your fever hit a high of 39.5 degrees and we were worried sick. We saw two doctors and you only started to be on the mend after you were put on antibiotics.

You are also a loving child and would kiss us on our cheeks whenever we ask. “Kiss mummy please?“, I’d say, and when you are in the mood, you’d lean forward and plant a big fat kiss on my cheek with a “muack“. It melts my heart so and I do hope that you will continue to kiss your mummy even when you are 18 years old, ok?


Another key thing to note for this month: Mummy registered you for play group. ARGH!! Time flies indeed and the day will come when I will be dropping you at school where you will be making new friends and picking up new skills. I picked out this picture of you for the registration form. It taken at your first birthday party where you were smartly dressed in a shirt, bowtie and suspenders. Hehe.


You love to explore corners and touch everything within sight. If we let you loose at a shop, you get your little hands on everything. Switches are your best friends and you enjoy flicking them on and off (URGH!!!). You still enjoy bathtime and we try and incorporate teeth-brushing into the routine but you don’t seem to enjoy it very much.

This is one of my favourite photos of you. It was taken on our way home from Ah Ma’s house where you spend a good part of the week. This particular drive was memorable because I was making funny faces and it made you giggle uncontrollably.


Happy 16 months, my happy child! May you continue to find joy in every little thing and never, ever lose that twinkle in your eyes.

With love,
Mummy xoxo

Saturday Club: Part 2

Apparently, the case is not closed. To maintain transparency, here are the 2 emails that were sent to me. The first, by Agent 2, was sent on the same day, 29 Jun:


I don’t get it. How difficult is it to send an envelope? Will it cost your company a huge amount of money to mail out that one envelope? And I still don’t get it – I sent you a picture of the faulty zip. Why do you need it back for ‘identification purpose’? To make sure that the dress is really from Saturday Club? Very odd.

The next day, I saw an unfamiliar missed call number on my phone. I do not return unfamiliar numbers. Then I saw this email:


Quote: We strive to achieve satisfaction for every customer.

Sorry, but this is too hilarious. Whatever happened to “striving for satisfaction” the first few times I wrote to you? And wait. I also remember clearly writing my last email to them that I do not care for the dress anymore, nor any refund. I don’t get the bit about ‘we understand your worries of the similar zip issues’ (URGH – the English!!). Sorry mate, but I no longer have any ‘worries’ because I have thrown away the dress and closed the case on this matter.

And that bit about how ‘I will personally ensure…’. WHO ARE YOU? The email is signed off as ‘The SaturdayClub Team’. And it’s from ‘Admin2′. Is ‘Admin2′ different from ‘Agent1/2/3/4/5’? And please, just stop it with the smiley faces. It is unprofessional and reeks of immaturity. Smiley faces are acceptable when you are chatting to your friends on Whatsapp, not in a professional business setting.

So now, Saturday Club wants to send BY COURIER (wow) to ‘pick up the defective dress’ (They REALLY want the dress back, as you can see) and deliver the new piece at ‘my preferred timing‘.

Maybe they did not manage to read my email dated 29 Jun. Let me state it again here:

Let us save each other’s time and effort. I will be discarding the dress and you can keep your credit. I wish you all the best in your business.

I honestly am not sure which part of ‘I will be discarding the dress’ they did not comprehend.

So yeah. I have not replied to both their emails and do not intend to. They can keep their perfect new dress for another unsuspecting customer.

As the saying goes: Too little, too late.