This is just a follow up video we took of Tristan at the Water Playground at the Marina Barrage a couple of weeks ago.
I had to post this because it looks exactly like the footages you see of the billowing coolant just before Space Shuttles go into countdown, lol.
I just wish I had the time to explore the video software to add subtitles. So many potential captions to add!!!
Ten things my 15 month old son has taught me:
1. Regular diapers, when brought for a swim, expand to 4 times their original size, and weigh about the same as a baby elephant.
2. The stroller, which is meant for transporting him, is now meant for transporting groceries. With him doing the transporting, and Daddy doing the navigating.
3. Cold packets of drink are great as toys. Once they are warmed up, they are great for stepping on because they can go squishy.
4. Vitamin bottles make better rattles than regular rattles.
5. Watering cans can double as a mini rain shower.
6. Ice cream is the world’s greatest invention.
7. So are milkshakes.
8. Daddy’s statues display cabinet is fair game now.
9. So are Daddy’s statues.
10. Escalators are an endless source of entertainment. Some go up, some come down. Brilliant!
It opened some time ago, but we decided against going there too soon, because we wanted the novelty to wear off and the crowds to thin before bringing him there.
As usual, we had lunch before the real fun began. Although, our little friend got started early with a strawberry milkshake treat.
*Suck Suck*
We spent some time at Level 3 where people were flying kites:
I Wonder What's In That Picnic Basket
But Tristan seemed more interested in checking out the various picnic baskets people had around the grounds. Synn and I decided it was probably in everyone’s interest that the mysterious items meant to stay within picnic baskets maintained their status quo, so we beat a hasty retreat from that area.
I think one of the coolest features of the Marina Barrage, though, is the Water Playground. I might be mistaken, but this is probably the only Water Playground in Singapore. The other water fountains I’ve seen kids play in don’t seem to have been put there specifically as a playground, but this Water Playground is really something else.
We enjoyed the fountains,
Do Not Disturb: Egg Laying In Progress
Why Doesn't My Bath Tub At Home Do This?!
Disliked the sprinklers,
I Wonder What That Is...
Argh!!! It's In My Eyes!!! Run Away Run Away!!!
And checked out the chicks.
Woah...
And to top it all off, we enjoyed some ice cream of the roadside kiosk variety, but no pictures of those because the three of us were too busy stuffing our faces with it, lol.
All in all, I’d say it was a fun event, and the only thing I’m sorry about was having to haul him out of that playground against his very audible protests. More trips to this fun place are definitely on the cards, hehe.
Note to self: Normal diapers when brought for a swim expand to nearly 4 times their original size, and weigh almost as much as a baby elephant does.
Spotted on the Mr. Brown website recently:
Hilarious. Just imagine the reactions if you were to apply this to your local hawker centre.
If you don’t already know about Michael Jackson’s passing, you were probably off holidaying on some other planet and just returned.
While I haven’t really been much of a fan of his later work, I did grow up watching a healthy dose of his earlier MTVs and remember being completely amazed at the dance routines.
In the days after his passing, many were reminiscing the various hits he released, and one of the most popular ones mentioned had to be Thriller.
But…not for me. (And Synn. Apparently zombies scare her, lol, the scaredy cat.)
What really left an impression was Smooth Criminal:
Watching this over and over again just made me think about how modern MTVs featuring the Justin Timberlakes and Britney Spears and whathaveyous of the new generation simply don’t create dance routines as cool as the ones MJ did.
I guess, in a way, my generation has lost the Elvis equivalent of our parents’ generation.
One day, Tristan is going to ask me who Michael Jackson was, and when that day comes, I’m going to sit him down at the computer and show him how cool he was.
Rest in peace, MJ.
Spotted on the internet the other day:
And Synn used to think my reason for not sleeping with Tristan was an excuse!!!!
I recently saw this ad on the telly and it made me laugh:
And then someone sent me this link:
So funny.
You know, the thing about games on Facebook, is that they show, without the shadow of a doubt, which of your friends are truly bored.
Like me.
Yes. I am the most intelligent thing in the world, and the world is a small, small thing for me.
Worship the Space Man.
On being an irritating person…
Synn: Are you very irritating to other people as well?
Me: I should hope so. I’d like to think I irritate all our customers at work. I probably irritate my colleagues as well, too.
Synn: You’re so irritating I bet other people wonder how you got married.
Me: Hahaha, they probably do, but I’ve never been asked the question because I irritated them away. I’d like to know the answer to that as well, in case I get asked the question. Tell me ley.
Synn: Oh, I’m just waiting for the payout. *grins*
There are many times I wonder to myself how Synn and I would be living our lives now if we didn’t have Tristan.
Yet, in a strange way, I’m not sure I could allow myself to live the rest of my life without ever having known him.
Life works in such strange ways.
It’s so cliched, I know, but it really is true what they say about having kids. Looking after them saps you in every way possible, but it truly is a rewarding experience. It’s precisely this experience that money can’t buy:
The amazement you feel when, in the weeks following his birth, you literally feel him getting heavier each and every day.
The wonder on his face when he discovers that plastic bags make that crinkly noise when handled.
The pride you feel when he’s overcome his titanic struggle to turn onto his tummy.
The pure, unadulterated joy on his face when he takes his first few steps on his own.
The feeling that it’s just the two of you in the world when he gives you a tight hug.
The satisfaction that he’s actually learnt what you taught him to do, like climbing down from a height, or waving hello/goodbye.
The infectiousness of his giggles.
The love you feel for him when he calls you ‘Daddy’ for the first time.
I could go on, but you get my drift. Sure, there are the tough times when he’s ill, and Synn and I are sick with worry. But hell, what I wouldn’t give to experience more of that laughter and warmth that he’s brought into our lives as well.
What’s a little sleep deprivation, eh?
To all those Daddies out there fortunate enough to experience what I have, and more…here’s wishing you all a very Happy Father’s Day.
