Singapore Science Centre

We went to the Science Museum again a little while ago. R was looking very dapper in matching handbag and shoes (her choice, apparently she has an innate fashion sense? Sure didn't get it from her parents). The handbag is actually from Italy (a gift from one of her little friends) for extra pizzazz.

I bought R a lollipop at lunch. She loves them, so obviously she refused to eat it in favor of carrying it around (I made her put it in the handbag when inside exhibits). She strongly prefers to hoard special treats, for hours sometimes (but only if she really likes them; if a cookie is just OK she will eat it immediately). Don't know where she gets this from either, since I was the kind of kid who ate all my Halloween candy for breakfast (if there was any left by then...).

Her hands-down favorite exhibit was an extremely boring video about cell biology, featuring schematics of Golgi bodies, etc. She was totally fascinated and insisted on staying there for over half an hour.

I got really bored after 5 minutes (B actually has a degree in this subject and even worked in a lab doing research on the same: he tried to interest me but the case was hopeless). I kept trying to suggest that we leave and go do something cooler like play in the outdoor water area, but R wished to learn more about mitochondria.

 So I resigned myself to waiting and took a lot of photos instead. Then I played with my phone, technology's gift to bored parents.

 All the cool bloggers have photos of themselves wherever they go, looking awesome. I have no idea how they do this. Here's my attempt: my face is blocked by my camera, R is not interested in posing (how do all the mom bloggers get their children to do this?) and it's all blurry. At least you can see my leggings!

I Love Leggings

I bought my first two pairs of leggings on Wednesday, and wore one pair for the first time today. OMG!!!! I am obsessed.

They are the world's perfect clothing: comfortable, practical (took R to the playgym today and it was so easy clambering in and out of the ball pit), and semi-fashionable (at least enough for me, since I'm hardly a fashion maven). They're cooler than jeans (=win in Singapore) and I still don't have to reveal my legs. I can even go to the gym without changing (except for the shirt). Amazing.

I didn't buy leggings before now because they were so trendy (if everyone likes them, then I wouldn't because I am so superior to all others in taste, judgment and general amazingness, or something like that). Plus I thought anything that Lindsay Lohan wears can't be a good idea. It's a lesson in being less snobby: think of all the time in leggings I missed out on!

At least I have seen the error of my ways, if belatedly. And now you know how to find me (in leggings!!).

My Daughter Is My Living Doll

I wrote a while ago about how I didn't care that much about dressing R up, so she just went around in grubby onesies . Later on I realized that people were nicer to her if I dressed her up; also, she began walking and thus could now wear dresses comfortably!! So now she is my baby fashion plate (and not this kind).

Mostly she wears dresses because I think they're cuter.

I have an especial weakness for smocking and bright colors.

I often dress her to express what we're doing (she is wearing this dress because we are going to the Army Museum, and I thought it looked sort of military?).

I still don't do anything with her hair. This is because I don't know how to style my own hair (why it always looks terrible). Changing this state of affairs is on my 101 in 1001 list, actually: I should probably at least learn how as little R's hair grows longer.

Baby Fashionista

I am not very interested in dressing up little R as a rule. However, this weekend B was playing with her and came up with this look, which I thought was pretty funny. Doesn't it resemble the Lanvin dress to the right (yours for only $1700)?

It's actually a pair of his (clean) boxers.