Swing Out, Sister

From Wikipedia:

The name came from a 1945 movie starring Arthur Treacher, called Swing Out, Sister, and they claim they chose the name because it was the only thing the band could agree on, in that they all hated it.

After trying a while to come up with some sort of contest question/quiz, I’m resigned to the fact that there is nothing you cannot find out on the internet. So there will be no quiz/contest question for you to answer if you want a PAIR OF TICKETS TO SWING OUT SISTER’S ‘THE BREAKOUT CONCERT’.

All’s you have to do is leave your name, email and a comment below, and who I find has the bestest, most scintillating or downright dumbest comment will win the pair of tickets. You just have to start the comment with “I want to watch SWING OUT SISTER in SINGAPORE”…

(If you want to double your chances of winning a pair of tickets – or even possibly win two pairs, head on down to Pat Law’s for her version of this giveaway).

Swing Out Sister

In the blink of an eye

Now where did I put the shaver?

Kai turned 8 months old on Friday, and he’s developed new skills including a superhuman ability – teleportation.

You put him on the playmat and turn away for just a second to do something in the kitchen, and when you turn around he’s at the other end of the room. We are now trying to teach him to use his powers for good and not evil.

Mad season

A waste of electricity by the way
A waste of electricity by the way

It’s December, and I am impossibly busy, not because there’s all that much work, but because a series of domestic calamities has put paid any notion of putting up our feet and having a break.

Naomi and I have been cruising along the past couple of months, becoming more and more the typical young Singaporean family – baby, mothers-in-law, maid in tow. Until the last fortnight – Naomi’s mum’s had to go to Taiwan for medical reasons, and my mum’s been crook with severe food poisoning, and last week, we sent our domestic helper back to her province because she no longer felt passionate about working for us.

So it’s just Kai and us. The compact family unit. And you know what? It’s not that bad.

Kai’s a really good baby and more or less follows the schedule we’ve set for him. I can imagine the number of parents saying how lucky we are. We know we are. And it’s priceless, being able to plan your day around your baby’s.

Only thing is, this week, Kai’s become aware of this thing called separation anxiety, and has been freaking out because it’s dawned on him that Mama and Papa are separate entities from him.

Part and parcel of a baby’s development, but not conducive for work or household errands. I’ve tried typing while cradling him. At 5 words a minute, I’m better off just paying full attention to him. It’s more fun too.

It’s been like that for Naomi too. Worse. She’s down with some flu/cold thing, and is exhausted. But being the fabulous mother and wonderful wife that she is, she’s getting over her illness by baking gingerbread men. Just so we usher in the mad and merry season.