Spring blooms

This time last year, I was in Japan for a friend’s wedding, enjoying walks through parks lined with pink and white cherry blossom trees. Spring has finally arrived in Switzerland, and what an amazing change from the dreary foggy greys to lovely pastel floral blooms and bright greens of new young leaves appearing on bald branches. 


Mummy do-over

Happy new year to one and all!

Okay, this is not another blog post on regrets for goals unfulfilled or hopeful ramblings about new ones for the brand new year. Instead, I just want to share how blessed I am for the privilege to be a mummy for a second time.

We are really thankful to have such an easy first child -a baby who doesn’t really need much of a routine and can sleep literally anytime, anywhere. Timothy (son no.1) has always been a great travel companion, seldom fell ill and, apart from being somewhat accident-prone, hardly gave us any cause for worry or heartache. (maybe the heartache comes when he becomes a teenager)

I can’t say we’ve discovered the magic formula for child-rearing, but i suspect the stars were nicely aligned at his point of conception. har har…

And with a bountiful measure of prayers and dependence on God, we’ve somehow manage to meander through the first toddler years with little stress and much joy and laughter.

After having an easy 4 years with Timmy, it took awhile to get used to sleepless nights, the stress of breastfeeding, relentless baby wailing and smelly nappies again. Little Nathan is now 14 months old and I can still vividly remember the worry and pain we went through with his serious bout of jaundice when he was born, and his eczema that covered his little body with dry scabs. It was only when he turned 1 that I decided to get a blood test done on him and discovered he has an allergy to cow’s milk and egg white. Yikes!

But there is still so much more to be thankful for.

Having no. 2 made me realise that our hearts do grow bigger to accommodate more people for you to love. Much more than you think you were capable of loving. Both kids are such a bundle of joy and it is so beautiful to see the 2 of them expressing their affection for each other in such a natural, intuitive manner. Whenever Timmy comes home from kindergarten, he would run to Nathan first and give him a shoulder scrunching hug and say Oh Nana, I love you so much cos you are sooooo cute! And Nathan follows his older brother around like a crazy Justin bieber fan. (most of the time, he just wants to play with whatever toy Timmy is currently obsessed with)

Here are some snapshots of the boys who taught me so much about life and love, and there is still so much I am learning from them….

Big brother holding Nathan for the very first time
Big brother holding Nathan for the very first time




Nathan’s first hike in Hassliberg





Flashback 2012

Belated Happy New Year everyone!

I was looking through my blog archive to see if I’ve made any resolutions for 2012; pity I’ve only found a tongue-in-cheek post about generic resolutions people tend to make.

I do however recall making a secret to-do list last year consisting of one major ‘to-do’ item – have a baby.

Well, in a blink of an eye, a wiggle of my toes, a hard shove of placenta, amniotic fluids and a 2.9kg baby out from ‘down-under’, 2012 has finally come to a close with a big fat ‘Tick’ against my very, very short list.

I feel blest that the whole family has been in good health, we’ve done our fair share of travelling, and Timmy is enjoying more experiences like a typical Swiss kid – learning how to play soccer, going for his weekly ‘moms & kids’ gymnastics (Muki-turnen is what it is called in Switzerland), where mums spend the first half hour moving heavy equipment in the school gymnasium to set up military-like obstacle courses for the children; and learning to ski. We are truly planting firmer roots here and getting a greater sense of home after living in Switzerland for 4 years.

Highlights of 2012:

First hike of the year in Engelberg and the snow hasn’t quite melted yet
Easter in Stockholm
Easter Sunday brunch in Stockholm
May: Hiking in Cinque terra, Italy
Gourmet seafood platter in Cinque Terra
Timmy’s first soccer camp
Timmy in gymnastics
June: Copenhagen amusement park – Tivoli
2 pregnant women in Copenhagen
May: Coastal town of Dubrovnik in Croatia
Dubrovnik, Croatia
Europa Park in the Black Forest region in Germany
Enjoying summer at Schaffhausen – Rheinfalls with friends
Timmy turns 4


Oct: Nathan James is born
Nov: Halloween
Dec: Christmas Market in Munich, Germany
Dec: Christmas Market in front of the monastery in Einseideln
Christmas in Andermatt
Christmas in Andermatt
Dec: Christmas and New Year in Andermatt
Dec: Christmas and New Year in Andermatt
Love, Joy & Peace on earth...
Love, Joy & Peace on earth…

These are a few of my favorite things

Oh happy days! I’m loving the early spring blooms and the endless sunny clear skies!

These are a few of my favorite things to do in Spring:

1) Changing my table setting

2) Visiting a farm and getting a warm furry welcome from these wooden bunnies

3) Making heart, star and poo-shaped(my son’s favorite) beef burgers

4) Chalk graffiti

5) Ponies on the playground

6) Happy smiling kids

7) Easter bakes and crafts

Christmas with our surrogate family

It has been more than 6 years since we last spent Christmas with family because of my husband’s penchant for snowboarding holidays with friends and our move to Switzerland. This year is no different. Friends, especially the ones who are living overseas, have inevitably become our ‘surrogate-family’.

We flew to London for the Christmas weekend and spent a cosy festive holiday with close friends. On Christmas eve, the seven of us went to Wimbledon theatre to catch a pantonmime, Dick Whittington, with special guest appearance from Dame Edna, a famous drag queen from Australia. I was mesmerised by her candy-floss pink hair, shimmery costumes and multi-colored stockings. She made quite the entrance flying down from a furry cage ( i read somewhere it was meant to be a wombat, a tribute to her aussie roots) from the side of the theatre onto the stage. She was meant to be a fairy. Even though we were sitting right on top in the circle seats, we were still blinded by her top-to-toe bling bling.

The story has nothing to do with Christmas of course. It is a simple sketch about a man called Dick Whittington, whose cat managed to rid London of its rat infestation, Dick then marry the daughter of a rich merchant he was working for. It is filled with cheesy pop songs, dance, buffoonery, slapstick cross-dressing, a dwarf, toilet humor and mild sexual innuendo. I heard the special guest star for last year’s Christmas pantonmime was David Hasselhof from ‘Baywatch’, and the year before, ermmm, Pamela Anderson, from ‘Baywatch’ too. Don’t ask me why they were involved in British family-friendly theatre. Times are hard I guess, even for washed-out hollywood stars.

I have never tried roasting a Turkey or preparing a Christmas meal. I really admire the people who have the guts to attempt such a lofty endeavour. The thing with turkey, it’s not something you’ll cook on the other 364 days, so it’s usually a first try for most people, and there is no room for failure. If you screw up, no Tesco/Sainsbury/Marks&Spencer/nearby poultry farm or food delivery service will be able to send you a brand new one, on Christmas Day! And the stress in cooking for 20 guests!!! But our friend made such a succulent, crispy-skinned turkey and lovely roast vegetables, you almost think he’s been doing this in the last 364 days too!

We are back in Switzerland now. The whole of Zurich city has been shrouded in thick fog the past 3 days and it has only started to clear this morning. I am just weaning off my Christmas hangover and post-holiday blues. Well, just in time for another round of merry-making as we wait for 12 of our surrogate family members to fly in from London and New Zealand to count down to the new year with us!

i heart vintage

Marienplatz in Munich

We drove to the lovely towns of Salzburg in Austria and Munich in Germany to see the Christmas markets. It was like being transported back in time. Perhaps it was the medieval charm of the castles, cobbled-stone pavements, baroque cathedrals and folk music playing in the background. The Christmas markets were filled with stalls selling hanging decorations, many of which were hand-made; grilled sausages, christmas cakes and gluhwein. I spotted a stall displaying all things made of lace, one selling wooden toys, another selling eggshells with the loveliest hand-painted motifs and a shop selling the most intricate knick-knacks to make your own dollhouse. I know a Dutch guy who built a dollhouse from scratch for his 5 year-old daughter. Every single room in the dollhouse has its own light switch and different flooring, and he bought all the tiny furniture and white goods from the internet.

In this era of battery-operated toys and ipad touch-screen games, I wonder how many kids can still appreciate building ice-cream stick houses and a simple game of Snakes & Ladders?

I am getting a little nostalgic and contemplative here. The year is coming to a close. And yes, I am getting older.

I passed by a shop in Zurich yesterday and spotted this cute little vintage Minnie Mouse smiling at me whilst my face was being pelted relentlessly by snow. Last night my husband and I watched the Woody Allen movie Midnight in Paris, about a guy who went to Paris for a holiday and when the clock struck 12 at night, he hopped into a car and was transported to the 1920s where he met literary greats like Hemingway, T.S Elliot and the artist Picasso. Then he went to the Romantic era of the 1890s, but soon had an epiphany that everyone wants to escape from their life to a time long forgotten because they think that the other time is the best; instead, they should be making the most of their present and appreciate what they have now.

I am thankful for so many things in this past year. We found a lovely new place to call home  – we received a call from the agent last Christmas eve that our bid went through; my little boy is growing up so fast and has filled our lives with so much laughter and wet, sloppy kisses; we travelled and were kept safe despite all the natural calamities in the world. I finally plucked up courage to drive after living here for 2 years. I have many close friends to lean on for support in Switzerland; our families in Australia and Singapore are safe and healthy too.

My wish for the new year is that I will not take for granted the health, family and friends I have, to show appreciation wherever possible. Be it a kind word, a whispered prayer, or a little facebook poke to say Hi are u still alive?. And of course, I want to read at least one book from Ernest Hemingway and T.S Elliot.


Santa is that you?

It has been a f$#@king good year! (taken in a real village in Austria, pronounced as 'Foo-rk-ing'

Nutty ideas

Our neighbour just returned from his holiday home in Burgundy, France, and gave us a bagload of walnuts from his garden. I swear there must be at least 300 whole nuts in the shopping bag!

I was trying to get some ideas online for kiddy crafts to make with walnuts and there aren’t many innovative suggestions. I love using walnuts for baking and salads, but the prospect of cracking 300 nuts open prove too daunting a feat for me. Besides, there are only so many walnut-shelled turtles, mice and googly-eyed faces one can make.

The next best thing to do with walnuts is… to give them away as Christmas gifts! That way, I don’t have to stress out about getting turned-out fingers from cracking nuts, hordes of squirrels breaking into my house, or the potential weight gain from yummy walnut cakes! I am now seen as the thoughtful friend who bothered to make THE effort to give them the gift of luurrve…..

I’ve given some walnuts away to a few friends today. I suspect they will be having a restless night thinking what to do with those damn nuts!


This is just a third of the walnuts we got


Home-made gift tags using gold paint and scrunging the paper into a ball to get this effect20111207-171200.jpgChild labor…




Timmy is pretty nifty with the scissors20111207-171408.jpgThe end product

20111207-171438.jpgMy happy helper (with a mouthful of apple slices)

Christmas in a different light

Growing up in Singapore where it is sunny and humid 365 days a year (with the occasional torrential rain), there is something special about having a wintry cold and somewhat subdued Christmas celebration in Europe.

I love walking through the crowded Christmas markets, drinking hot schoggis and gluhwein (hot, spiced mulled wine), the dimly lit and humbly decorated trees, wearing thick layers of warm clothes and eating roasted chestnuts from a brown paper bag on the streets.

I wanted to find out how the Swiss celebrate Christmas and discovered a few interesting traditions they follow leading up to Christmas Day. Advent is the period beginning on the fourth Sunday before Christmas Eve, historically seen as the preparation of the arrival of Christ. During the 19th century in particular, this waiting period before Christmas was viewed as a way of teaching children patience before a reward – hence the development of the Advent Calendar, a calendar with 24 little flaps opening onto windows with images within a Christmas scene. Nowadays, Advent calendars have ‘windows’ or ‘pockets’ that parents would fill with a little toy or sweet for the children. The Swiss also prepares an Advent wreath which has four candles, one for each of the Sundays in Advent. On the first Sunday, one candle is burnt, on the second, two are lit, and so on.

On 6 December, Swiss children receive a visit from Samichlaus — that’s Swiss German for St. Nicklaus, patron saint of children, and his black-clad henchman, Schmutzli. Samichlaus consults his big book of sins — co-authored by village parents, and does some light-hearted moralizing. Then he asks the kids to earn a little forgiveness by reciting a poem. After this and some assurances that they will be good, Samichlaus allows the children to reach deep into his bag for tangerines, nuts, gingerbread, and other treats.

Last thursday at my son’s weekly forest walk, Samiclaus and his cute grey donkey paid the children a surprise visit in the woods and gave each of them a big loaf of gingerbread shaped like a boy (more like a pale looking voodoo doll to me), some chocolates and a walnut.

I am pretty fascinated by the dark, scary character – Schmutzli, Samiclaus’ sidekick, tasked to frighten kids who have not been good throughout the year. No one really knows the source of his origin but it makes me think about the many fairytales that we grew up with – The Little Red Riding Hood, Hansel & Gretel, and Alice in Wonderland. Despite having ‘happily ever after’ endings, these stories all have a little sinister element in them.

I took pictures of a few familiar things we associate Christmas with and saw a tinge of ‘Schmutzli’ in them.

monster shadows creeping up to santa's washing line
friend or foe?
giant pine cone or alien xmas tree bauble?
hanging ice streamers
the walnut man pretends to sleep...