I wrote about my decision to start weaning in an earlier post.
Now that I am down to about 2 or 3 expressions/feeds a day, I felt that The Time had come. No more Milo or herbal-infusion-of-exotic-plant for breakfast. This week, after 21 long months of abstinence, I, Pilgrim Mom, was going to have a COFFEE.
On the way to work, Pilgrim Dad and I stopped off at the venerable Killiney Kopitiam for breakfast, where I declared, probably a little too loudly, Continue reading
In a masterful performance worthy of Bletchley Park, Rachel @ Pigstorm correctly decoded 2 of the 3 puzzles posed by 13-month-old Aramis.
- Ower = flower
- Namo = no more
- Moo = moon
For that code-breaking feat, I hereby confer upon her the title of Pilgrim Parent Star Cryptographer! And ice cream on me when you come over for that playdate 🙂
Pilgrim Dad and Porthos were talking about the day he was born. The conversation took a somewhat graphic turn but brave Pilgrim Dad soldiered on….
Porthos: Did I come out from the backside?
Pilgrim Dad: No you came out from the front.
Porthos: From the bellybutton?
Pilgrim Dad: No, from here (pointing generally)
Porthos: You mean from the wee wee?
Pilgrim Dad: No, girls don’t have wee wees. Boys and girls are different. Girls have vaginas.
Porthos: I came out from a pajama?
Hurrah! Hurrah! I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world! Island Creamery (of which the Pilgrim family are big fans) has just introduced two new flavours – kopi and ice kachang!
Thanks to beloved Auntie J at Rambutan Tree for letting us know.
The always thoughtful New Parent has tagged me with the question:
“What is the meaning of your kid’s name?”
It’s funny he should ask. I’m now reading a book by Eugene Peterson, a pastor, author and professor of theology, who has this to say on the issue of names:
“At our birth we are named, not numbered. The name is that part of speech by which we are recognised as a person. We are not classified as a species of animal. We are not labeled as a compound of chemicals. We are not assessed for our economic potential and given a cash value. We are named.
A personal name, not an assigned role, is our passbook into reality…. Anything other than our name – title, job description, number, role – is less than a name. Apart from the name that marks us as uniquely created and personally addressed, we slide into fantasies that are out of touch with the world as it is and so we live ineffectively, irresponsibly. Or we live by the stereotypes in which other people cast us that are out of touch with the uniqueness in which God has created us, and so live diminished into boredom, the brightness leaking away.” (Run With The Horses; p25, 32)
So on to the question:
盛 洋 天
The first character is Athos’ name, meaning “abundance”
The second character is Porthos’ name, meaning “ocean”
The third character is Aramis’ name, meaning “sky” (or more metaphorically, “reflection of heaven”)
I hereby tag the following three very fine ladies:
- Mustard Seed Mom, because I am embarrassed to say that I actually don’t know what her kids’ names mean though I should
- Rachel @ Pigstorm, because I recall that her kids have very meaningful names
- Mama Stop Knitting, because her kids’ names (and hers as well) are the essence of bilingual chic
“When I put something white on the floor [white tiles] how come I can still see it?”
Athos asked this question twice today, which had me stumped for a while….
Yesterday evening, in a bid to redress the Pilgrim family’s nature deficit disorder, we brought the kids cycling at West Coast Park. This is one of the bigger parks in Singapore, and at its western end features a huge playground with all sorts of funky equipment that kids of all ages love. (Yes, the one with the inevitable McDonalds.)
The quieter sections are around Carparks 1 and 2. These are where you will find the runners, walkers, couples on a date, and once in a while, a boisterous family (ahem) puncturing the peace.
Now Singapore’s parks aren’t exactly a walk on the wild side. There are footpaths and bicycle paths, all prominently labelled. Fallen leaves are swept up, bushes are trimmed, and there are toilets and rubbish bins at regular intervals. Still, amid the manicured look, there is real fauna to be found. In the half hour we were there we saw:
- An army of large red ants marching in neat rows
- Another army of small black ants hauling home a dead wasp
- Two snails, a big one with a conch-shaped shell and a small one with a spiral-shaped shell
- A lizard (possibly iguana?) with his body nicely camouflaged against a bed of leaves
- A perfectly-formed spiderweb with its owner sitting calmly in the middle awaiting his dinner
The kids were especially thrilled by Messrs. Snail and Spider (hurrah for all things slimy and creepy). I think the cool factor of West Coast Park went up several notches just on that score!