The Diaperbag family.

We are the Diaperbag family. There are Jordan, Evan and Dylan (also known as Muffin) and they are fondly known as JED. We are their parents. Ondine and Packrat.

This is JED

Always playing or planning and plotting to take over the world. Always up to shenanigans.

This is Jordan, our first born

Actually she's part of a twin set. She was known as Twin 1 in-utero. She loves to draw what she dreams, dances what she draws.

This is Evan, reluctantly the younger twin

He's Twin 2 by two minutes because it took the doctor that long to find him. We don't think he'll ever forgive the doctor!

This is our youngest, Dylan (also known as Muffin)

He fancies himself the Lion King. His favourite activities are to climb, jump, pounce and roar at the world. The world is his Pride Rock.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Saturday Morning Snapshot: Meeting Charlotte

The twins went to the theatre this morning. They went to see Charlotte's Web with their school. We were a bit worried that the story was too grown up for them (what with Charlotte dying and all) but they loved it. They loved the entire experience, from getting the book in the mail (we don't know where our copy went to), getting dressed to go to school on a Saturday (at this age, going to school on a Saturday is fun!) and getting onto a big bus to go off to the theatre.




The highlight of the performance? Helium balloons pretending to be baby spiders released from the egg sac and taking flight at the end of the book.

They unanimously agreed that Charlotte was their favourite character.



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Barbie hair


I was having a conversation with a friend about when or whether we would ever let our daughters play with Barbie Dolls.

I had Barbie Dolls, so I don't think I would deprive Jordan of playing with Barbies. But not at this point. I got my first Barbie when I was 9 and I am using 9 as a benchmark.

I might get flayed for allowing Jordan to play with Barbies. After all, they send out the wrong body image message; making the big boobs, small waist and endless legs the ideal body type. The same kind of body type that will probably cause Barbie to trip over her own feet. That is a problem and I acknowledge that. But to me, the main reason why I have any objection to Barbie and why I'm waiting is that I don't want her to grow up so fast. Everything in society is rushing little girls to grow up, the Princess manicures, the heels on their shoes, the types of clothes that are available for them and of course the toys, not just Barbie but all the make up kits and the tween stuff. So, I'm trying not to be party to it, for as long as I can.

So, with all that bad press, why haven't I dumped all the Barbie Dolls that I have hidden in my cupboard?  Because I think Barbie playing is not all bad. I remember creating grand adventures for Barbie. The conversations and adventures they would have with one another were all very good company for a little girl whose brothers were much older and had grown up in a generation where mums did not go out of their way to arrange play dates. I didn't really mind because I had the Barbies, I made them a house and got them to date my brother's Action Men because I didn't have Ken Dolls (Much to the chagrin of both brothers!). Then, when I made friends with the girls in my compound, we bonded over the dolls. My Barbies made friends and we dreamed up even more epic stories and Barbie got grass burns, went swimming in the pool and spent all the rest of the time trying to get the water out of her body.

I also developed very deft fine motor abilities, putting on clothes and buttoning the teeny, tiny buttons on her clothes. And although I never mastered it, I acquired some rudimentary sewing skills while trying to very clumsily sew clothes for Barbie (I don't know why I bothered since she had such a vast wardrobe!)

But what left a long lasting skill was doing up Barbie's locks. Perhaps it was hair envy, because my hair was always a boring and unattractive short bob, that I paid great attention to her hair, brushing it, tying it up and eventually learning complicated braiding that I ended up being able to do on my own hair and now, Jordan's.

Jordan loves her hair done up; thanks to her Chinese enrichment teacher. Every Tuesday, she emerges from Chinese class beaming, not because she had a great class but because her teacher had once again weaved her hair into a complicated braid with all the ends stuck in neatly. So she asks that we do it for her at home.

And if I have the time, I do oblige because even though I am way past the Barbie age, I still find it extremely therapeutic and fun to mess around with hair. And thanks to all my prior training on my little plastic mannequins, I can weave her hair too albeit not as intricate as her teacher. Now, if only her hair wasn't so flyaway. But she loves it because it's something that Mommy does for just her.



What she must never know is that I also massacred many a Barbie's hair, leading to the conclusion that I could never be a hair dresser!

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Saturday, May 11, 2013

Time Warp

Once upon a time, Packrat and I used to go on mid-week dates to the movies. We left it up to chance because Golden Village used to do this thing where they held Surprise Movies- these movies were cheaper than regular tickets because we really didn't know what we were getting ourselves into. We would spend the whole day IMDB-ing it and guessing what it was but we never knew for sure until the lights went down and the title of the movie flashed; thereupon a great cheer would swell from the viewers who guessed correctly.

One of the Surprise Movies we watched was Star Trek by JJ Abrams.

Yesterday, I found myself in a time warp.

I found myself watching Star Trek again, this time as a prequel to the new one Into the Darkness. This was the first movie marathon we'd done in a long time. We used to go for movie marathons, we used to organise movie dates with lots of friends. But we haven't gone to one  in recent times. It's hard to stay up for one movie, let alone a whole bunch of them.

But I felt pre-kids for an entire evening, although not without the expected guilt of not getting JED to bed.

There was free pop corn, a free soda and lots of fan boy cheering as Leonard Nimoy came on screen and the second and newly released movie started running. It was a big theatre, it was cold, dark and great for snuggling up.

The movies were great fun too. 


Unfortunately, there was also reality to step back through when we got home at 1 am and all 3 JED kids were up and Jordan was crying from a bad dream, Muffin was setting beside her stroking her head and Evan was so annoyed with her cries, he had sought refuge in our helper's room so that he couldn't hear her cries anymore. As I lay down with them still in my day's clothes at 1.30 am, I knew that it would be massive pay back in the morning. I was right. It didn't matter that they had only fallen back to sleep at 2.30 am and I went to bed at 3; they were up at 7 am despite us trying to fool them by pulling all the blinds down.

My only consolation is that they should crash quite early tonight. That and the memories of a great night that reminded me of how we used to be fun people before JED came along!

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Thursday, May 09, 2013

Make weapons for peace

I am a pacifist. I am raising JED to be that, as much as I can. The rule is that we have no guns in the house. They have ended up fashioning their own guns out of hangers and ice cream sticks and what not.

I did not think that I would be running a weapons factory out of my house ever. Until this morning. All in the name of peace.

I was rudely awakened this morning by Evan who was complaining that his brother and sister had taken his catapult.

Blurry eyed, I asked "What catapult?" I didn't recall okaying a catapult in the house.

Apparently, he brought one home from Science yesterday. It was made out of ice cream sticks. It looked ingenous, harmless and a lot of fun. It also didn't look that difficult to make so I endeavoured to make another one or two so that the fighting would stop.

I ended up making 3 because they were fun to make, took less than five minutes and by making 3 of the same, it would be a better guarantee that an arms race wouldn't develop between the 3 warring factions.

All that was required was 10 ice cream sticks per catapult, 4 rubber bands,  a bottle cap glued on with some super glue and some green beans.

For posterity, here are the easy-peasey, lemon squeezy instructions.

1. Band 8 ice cream sticks together at each end.
2. Band the remaining 2 ice together on one end.
3. Use fingers to pry the two sticks apart.
4. Shove the wedge of 8 sticks as far in as you can get it.
5. Use 1 rubber band and band it diagonally where the 2 sets of sticks intersect.
6. Repeat on the other diagonal to form an X.
7. Use super glue and glue the bottle cap on, leaving a tiny bit of space behind the bottle cap to launch whatever is in the bottle cap.
8. Leave to dry.


We left the house early and went downstairs for a test launch before the bus came. Green beans were the choice of ammunition.

Evan learnt very quickly the physics behind it; that he had to hold down the other end of the catapult lest the entire contraption went flying with the green beans.



There was great glee as they loaded and launched their beans at Mommy who was trying to take photographs of them. I think I still have some in my hair somewhere. I just heard one hit the ground and roll away into some dark corner under my desk.


Beans on the launchpad.

Not surprisingly, Jordan and Evan brought theirs to school for Show and Tell. Jordan wanted to bring her ammo as well but I told her she was going to lose them in her bag. She could use other forms of ammo when she got to school. I just hope it's not something hard that can hurt some other kid and cause the school to call me and request "Please Mrs Tan, don't make weapons of mass destruction for the children". Muffin couldn't care less, abandoned his weapon, found a stick and promptly beat a bush into bald submission.

But it served its purpose. There was no more fighting. They developed an alliance amongst themselves as they aimed to pelt Mommy with as many green beans as possible. There was cooperation between them, as Jordan taught Muffin how to launch his green beans in the right direction and they all shared ammo amongst themselves.

Now, to go back and visit the live firing range in a few days to see if dozens of little seedlings have sprouted.

Trying to link this to SANSES' Talkative Thursday but the link don't work!


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Tuesday, May 07, 2013

A moral dilemma

When it comes to following rules, JED are all on different pages.

There's Jordan who is very happy to circumvent the rules if she thinks she can get away with it.

There's Evan who is a stickler for the law and will enforce it without question and at all costs.

There's Muffin who will flagrantly violate all rules when it benefits him but will enforce it when it has to do with others.

From a moral standpoint, Evan is the upstanding one. The problem is that will pose a problem socially. Regardless of situation or circumstance, a rule is a rule. It is black and white. There is no bending. Barry Schwartz on TED talks about Practical Wisdom and knowing when to follow the rules and when to choose wisely. We think Evan will have a big struggle trying to strike a balance between the two.

We have told him that 'stupid', 'shut up', 'sexy' and 'wah lau' are words he should not use. So he carries that out and enforces it to a T. He refers to them as the "ST" word, "SH" word, "S" word and the "W" word. I assume that there have been more but those are the ones off the top of his head. He tells off both adults and children for the use of such words. Even when we ask him about the words, he won't say them. It's like being a wizard and muttering the name "Voldermort".

When we told him that there were certain situations where such words were okay,

1. Stupid- if it was used to describe objects (definitely not people).
2. Sexy- when it was used by an adult to describe objects (Packrat was at the point describing a phone that was sexy when the little policeman blew the whistle on him).

Evan's head almost exploded. He was much happier when we told him that "Sexy" and "Wah lau" should never be used by children, to describe children and describe the behaviour of children, he was much happier. 

He is also happy to tattle on anyone who violates the rules. Justice is blind in his six year old eyes. "But Ah Ma used the 's' word on Jordan!". That's when we told him that he could very nicely tell Ah Ma that it wasn't a word that was very nice to describe Jordan with. His tangential response to that was "But I can't pronounce the word 'describe'!"




With Jordan, if her moral compass serves her well (and as parents, we hope it does), her ability to decide when to follow rules and when to bend them will be a good thing. The theory behind that is that we have to trust that she will know how and when to do the right thing rather than just the expected thing. The morally righteous would disagree with me and I wonder about the larger implications of raising her on such a philosophy. It is true that the conservative and the morally strict have it easier in life because everything in their world is black and white. The moral libertarians have it much tougher. Jordan is a moral libertarian.

As for Muffin, we think he's going the way of Evan more than Jordan. He tells on his classmates if someone is misbehaving. He gets very upset when his siblings don't do as told and indignant when he has to and they get away with it. How do we know this? Because he tells us so. But that bit, makes us wonder whether he is just tattling on them so that we will, in his words "Scold Kor Kor Mommy! Scold Che Che Mommy!" But he is wilful and doesn't think twice before disobeying us or our rules.

Right now, it's still a pretty blanket rule in our household. What we say goes. But because of there different outlooks regarding rules, we have to deal with each differently.

For Jordan, we have to explain to her why things are right and wrong and why we ask and expect her to do things in a certain manner.

For Evan, we provide him with exceptions to help him see the world in a few more shades of grey.

For Muffin, right now we just tell him what is right and wrong and we try and explain his black and white world into a little bit of grey. But for him, we're not sure how much he actually gets.

Every day, I understand a little bit better why my parents responded "Beacause I say so" as an answer to us second guessing and questioning them.

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