The Flight of the Gay, Innocent and Heartless

This past year, doors have opened while others have closed. For example, I got the perfect job for my current stage of life, while learning to let a few of my housekeeping standards go so that I can keep my sanity. I've had to learn to manage my time even better so that I can... Continue Reading →

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Growing Up Subtly

So I had a minor-major mum moment on Sunday where I realised, slightly tearfully, that my baby is well and truly growing up. Horns Tails Spikes and Claws by J. Elizabeth Mills and Jef Czekaj was one of my opshop finds a few years ago. It's one of those mix-and-match books you can flip different... Continue Reading →

Facing Fear with Fear

We are two weeks away from moving into our brand new house. Those in the know will be aware of the arduous nature of this particular journey. From the moment we chose a builder, it has been THREE years in the making. Rather than go into vent-mode, I have chosen to look forward and am... Continue Reading →

Not That Kind of Mum

There are mums who never raise their voices or lose their temper. They take the time to get their children's attention instead of yelling, then speak levelly with them and they never, ever resort to threats or bribery. I am NOT such a mum. But I try. Most of the time. Ok probably about 65%... Continue Reading →

Give Me Cake

Iris is turned four on Monday. This, I felt, called for a non-book related post. *Gasp* Back in Singapore, kid's birthday parties have become yet another aspect of life to compete tooth and hangdog nail at. Parents splash out on venues, entertainment, cakes and photography. Frankly, it's a little scary, because seriously, what kind of... Continue Reading →

Not Just a Goldfish

Gillian Shields and Dan Taylor's Dogfish is such a joy to read for so many reasons. Another of my earliest purchases for Iris, I was initially drawn to it for the illustrations and the title, because honestly, everyone judges a book by its cover, especially children's books. Unlike with adult books, it is not only... Continue Reading →

A Girl After My Own Obsessions

Almost every woman I know has iterated, "Please kill me if I become like my mother," or something to that effect. Now as a mum, however, I take devilish delight in seeing my offspring take on little bits of me. Julia Donaldson (The Gruffalo) and Nick Sharratt (Shark in the Park) have teamed up several times to... Continue Reading →

All Grown Up

I realise my daughter is only three, but it still gets to me every time she matures in some way or learns something new. Just the other day I nearly got teary when she used the word "delicate" correctly. And now that she's started school, moments of "I wish she wouldn't grow up so quickly" are... Continue Reading →

Reverse Kidology

I love books with owls in them. You know that video about the tiny owl enjoying a massage? It turned me into a sticky mess of mush and I had to physically force myself to stop watching it on repeat. I just think they're adorable, epitomise wisdom and are pretty darn cool. Not only does Little Hoot by Amy Krouse Rosenthal and Jen... Continue Reading →

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