No, this is not going to be one of those cooking/ baking posts (although there’ll be just a teeny weeny bit about it. Guilty as charged!). I figured since I have been procrastinating on my writing, and sitting on my stories, might as well I present this week’s post as a collection of sorts. Not very professional, but hey, better than none I’d say! So here goes.
The Three Musketeers
As the title suggests, we are now a band of three! We have just gotten another close friend of mine, S, to join us on board our little journey to mummy entrepreneurship. She’s amazing with people, I tell you. She’s probably one of the few people I know who’s got incredible EQ levels! We welcome you on board with big wide mama bear arms, S! Do look out for S’ blog posts, as she will be co-writing the blog with me, and she’s got tons of mummy stories to share. I personally can’t wait, so please share some love and give her posts all the likes and shares you possibly can as encouragement!
Cogs in a wheel
Just an update on our business set up. The jigsaw pieces are finally falling into place. We received our final sample romper pieces, and had a fun (and tiring!) photo shoot with our amazing model babies last weekend. They were cute tiny balls of energy, I tell ya! We definitely can’t wait to put these pictures together on our website, as well as our very first look-book. Looking to have our soft launch on 8th July, so do sign up for the pre-launch sales by then!
So little M has been on a bit of a food strike lately. Kicking up a fuss and refusing to eat her solids. Tried all sorts of methods to get her to take her food. Used her father as a decoy, sort of like monkey see, monkey do, where he will eat (making slurping sounds and loud chomping noices along the way) and she will follow suit. Yea, worked for like 5 mouthfuls, and then back to square one. Mouth closed shut. I decided to then change her baby soft spoon to a metal adult teaspoon and even chopsticks! And she eats! Weird, but anything goes, as long as it works.
Michelin Star Menu for the Little Miss
And I overhauled M’s menu. Gave her pasta (angel hair with tomato and basil and fried macaroni with tofu, egg yolk and eggplant), pancakes and french toast. She loved them! So kwailo, this child of mine (note: kwailo is a colloquial term for a white person). For the pancakes, I mixed her usual iron-fortified oatmeal cereal with organic multigrain flour, egg yolks and expressed breast milk with a dash of cinnamon (hey!). You can add in any mashed fruit/ vegetables of your choice for added flavor and wholesome goodness – banana, pumpkin, sweet potato, etc. As for the French toast, I used wholemeal bread, soaked in mixture of beaten egg yolks and breastmilk with a dash of cinnamon (hey hey!). Come on. Who doesn’t love cinnamon?
While papa was away…
Hubs went away on a working trip to Vietnam for 3-days, and I’m left to rule and conquer the fort all by myself.
First day went surprisingly well, survived the day without any tears (both baby and mum). Although I did get exasperated when M decided to test Newton’s law of gravity and Galileo’s theory of projectile motion out of her high chair instead of submitting to the law of consumption, i.e. putting her food where it belongs. Her mouth. And her OCD mum almost went crazy with all the mess she left behind from her little science experiment. The woe and agony any OCD mums out there can so relate!
Second day, M decided that it’s going to be her super fussy and clingy day. She refused to sit by herself, only wanted to be carried. Took her out to a nearby neighborhood eatery for mum’s brunch. She was distracted enough by the nearby table’s kids, she finished 2oz worth of pear & plum puree. And her mum got to eat her meal in peace. Oh, do check out this place Charlie’s, it’s clean and decently priced. And the owner actually personally sanitized the baby high chair without me asking! So thoughtful of him. So yea, pop by the place if you happen to be in the area (click on the hyperlink for their Facebook page).
Still another day to go before hubs return. I think I might just be able to survive this. Till the next post (who knows who will be writing next!) everyone. Happy weekend! xoxo
ps. The hubs commented that he actually had a whole 8-hours stretch of sleep for the first time in ages. Ok. I need to look up the dictionary for the word sleep. Not very familiar with that word. Apologies for my obtuseness.