About a month ago, Russell started looking out for me. Not merely ensuring that I am within his line of sight, but he would actually come RESCUE ME from any perceived danger.
Like when I play catch with the kids in the neighbourhood playground. Seeing me run away from a couple of 3-yr-olds is enough to put him into action. He will stop whatever he’s doing and frantically run after me calling “Mama! Mama!”, much to the amusement of the other grown-ups.
When the kids catch me by hugging my legs, he will pry them away from my legs and call out to me (Mama!), as if to make sure that I’m fine.
I don’t even know how to describe how I feel when this happens. Proud? Amused? Protected? Loved? Happy? Touched? How about all of them combined into a huge surge of emotion that makes me want to swoop him up in my arms and fly off to Neverland where we cease to age and remain like now forever.
That’s how I feel about my little Peter Pan.
Vocabulary from Clockwork Orange, one of my favourite books.
Devotchka is girl, Baboochka is woman.
"I’m not a girl, not yet a woman" not only describes how I feel in life right now, it is also a nod to the legendary Britney Spears, my teenage pop idol.
Somehow, doesn’t feel special anymore after this explanation. Mystic was the appeal.
"Each day, Theo meets us at naptime and waits patiently for Beau to fall asleep. By that time, he’s also sleepy, so when I hoist him onto our bed, he stumbles over to Beau and plops right down on top of him. And there they sleep, entwined, for at least two hours." Source
Today’s post was inspired by last month’s Great Work Provocation and Roséline Lohr’s incredibly chic work space (pictured). Elegance at work can be interpreted in many ways: an elegant solution, solve a problem through the simplest of means; an elegant gesture, bring civility back to the workplace; or even an elegant atmosphere, create an inspiring work space like Roséline’s.
How can you bring elegance to your work?
Image: This is Glamorous
We have a bedtime routine and part of it is reading nursery rhymes. We would read these two books by Kate Toms.
You love these two books because they are full of colourful illustrations and you love to point out things I ask for, because I’d clap when you get them right and you live for the applause, like Lady Gaga (if you’re reading this in 2028, Lady Gaga was cool).
You would point out the fish, frog, sheep, cow, flower, dog and various things that I’m amazed you know because we didn’t specifically teach you what they are, you picked them up from daily conversations.
But for the longest time, you wouldn’t point to the Moon when I ask you where the moon is (see the moon on the first picture). One time, you even shook your head in frustration when I pointed to the moon and say, “Baby, THIS is the moon.”
Dude, I know a moon when I see one. I have 25 more years of experience in LIFE. But I didn’t want to argue with you. I mean, we are all allowed to have flaws. I’m hopeless in maths, you wouldn’t acknowledge the moon, we’ll be okay.
One night, I decided to try something different. I pointed to the same moon and said “Crescent Moon.”
Eureka! You accepted this new piece of information! Now whenever I say “Where is the Crescent Moon?”, you’d flip the book to the cover and point at the crescent moon. When I ask for a moon, you’d point to a full moon.
All these while, I didn’t know that you have already associated the moon to a full moon, so when I tell you that this strange pointy thing is also a moon, you shook your head like “Don’t be bullshittin’ me woman, if this is also a moon, how does one know which one you are referring to?”
Wait a minute, did you just teach me how to be specific?!
At 14 months old. I have a Genius.
Side story: You have a fondness for Stars. Which you’d happily point and say “TAR”. Guess what? I love them too. I once drew a star on the magnetic drawing board and you got so excited that a star can just materialise like that, you erased my star and tried drawing one yourself. Then you pointed to your drawing and said “TAR!”. By drawing, I mean chicken scratches, but good effort.
Quick wit and tongue, and a distinct point of view. Check 8.20 when he describes meditation so succinctly and quickly.
Do you know that Russell Brand is a brilliant writer too? Russell Brand on Margaret Thatcher: ‘I always felt sorry for her children’
A couple of months ago, I wrote about throwing a kid’s party and mentioned that one of the right things I did was to splurge on the cake.
My own birthday cakes when I was a toddler were bigger than me. That’s how I know my parents love me. Partly. My point is, people are going to look back at the photos and check the cake to see which year it was. So get one amazing.
Here are some inspirations. PS - The last 2 cakes are absolutely breath-taking.
I became a TV addict since confinement. Stuck in bed and being fed effortless entertainment while I feed the baby 10 times a day was all I could manage. Not proud to admit this, but I’ve been keeping up with the Kardashians. I’m convinced I’m part of the family and North West is my baby niece.
Over the past month, I started prying myself away from TV and started reading again. Here’s what I read this month.
Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
I thought it was a pretty fresh and interesting perspective on marriage. Reminds me importance of hearing two sides of the story and how warped the story can go if only one side is heard. My only gripe is, none of the characters are likeable. I don’t really care about what happens to them. Should read this before Hollywood murder your imagination with the film adaptation, the cast is already cemented.
Trivia: That Music Video Model from Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines got so famous she landed a juicy role.
Crazy Rich Asians by Kevin Kwan
Incredulous but believable, since the book is referring to Asians at the very top, old families with royal lineage, that has amassed so much sustaining wealth, that it would take a lot of creativity just to find ways to spend all that money. Towards the end, I find myself skimming through the thorough descriptions of any luxury, AS IF I became sick of them too.
The book has a lot of Singapore flavour, which I’m proud of. I love that a man, Singaporean no less, has found some success in Chicklit. Even Anna Wintour likes it. Way to go!
My gripe. The characters are one dimensional and predictable. Such distinction between Good VS Evil can only be found in Children’s cartoons these days. The protagonists are perfect human specimens, I find that hardest to believe.
The List by J.A. Konrath
Got it as a free book from Amazon. Easy read, some funny dialogues, likeable characters. Story is a little over the top though.
Russell started calling me “Mama” recently. In his cute little voice, with the sweetest expression. I would answer “Yes Darling?” and he would smile.
It sounds monumental but it wasn’t. If you’re picturing me crying tears of joy and swinging him up in the air because I’m finally receiving acknowledgement…. haha nice try. He was already toying with the “Ma” sound since he was a baby. So it was more like me peering at him and wondering if he is really calling out to me…or perhaps he’s hungry.
It’s clear now because he would toddle around looking for me when he says Mama. And he loves going Mama Mama Mama Mama in the morning before burrowing his head into my face to make sure I really wake up and stop being boring.
I’m just gonna relish this phase now, when he doesn’t have the vocabulary to add in more context. And he calls me simply because he wants me. Soon it’ll be “Mama, I want, buy!!!” “Mama, stop yelling!” “Mum, stop stalking my friends on Facebook.” “Mum, Argh!!!”
If I could reach the stars I’d pull one down for you. Shine it on my heart so you could see the truth. That this love I have inside is everything it seems. But for now I find it’s only in my dreams.
That I can change the world, I would be the sunlight in your universe. You will think my love was really something good. Baby if I could change the world.
If I could be king even for a day, I’d take you as my queen I’d have it no other way. And our love will rule in this kingdom we have made. Till then I’d be a fool wishin’ for the day.