This is going to sound really gross but back when we were driving our first car – an old Honda Civic 1.8 whose horsepower I miss every other day! – we’d find cockroaches on a regular basis.
I know. We had itty bitty ones, mostly, and they were usually scuttling along the windows of our car. It was really disgusting and it was totally our fault. We ate and drank in the car, thinking that we were careful not to leave crumbs behind, and we allowed the kids to do so too. HAH!
When that car’s COE expired and we decided to purchase a new children-ferrying-machine, I made it a rule that there was to be NO FOOD ALLOWED in the new car. I refused to be taking cockroaches on a daily joyride. I just KANNOT.
So when Felix from EA Detailer contacted me late last year about trying out their car grooming services, I was supremely confident that they were not going to find anything as gross as cockroaches in our car. NO FOOD WHAT.
Erm, as it turns out, I was WRONG. Let me explain.
EA Detailer, unlike most car grooming companies that have the usual vacuuming, cleaning and conditioning, offers Cabin Interior Sanitization and Interior Anti Pest Fumigation. When you send your car in for grooming, be prepared to leave it there for at least half a day because the entire process could include:
- Anti-Pest Biofumigation: a 30-minute procedure that wipes out bugs and their eggs (eeeeeeek)
- In-depth Jet Vacuum
- Wonderkleen Sanitization (Physical Sanitization): a wipe-and-spray procedure that kills bacteria
- Koch Chemie Leather Star Protection
- Koch Chemie Top Star: this is done to protect your dashboard
- Carpet Jet Vacuum
- ProMed Ozonic Treament: to sanitise the entire cabin, including the AC, to remove bacteria, any chemical residue, odour smell.
Doesn’t it sound like there’s a bunch of harmful, scary-sounding chemicals being used? No worries, I checked with Felix and he assured me, before I accepted the offer of a review, that the cleaners that they use are organic and child-friendly. They were also ISO-certified and medically certified by Singapore General Hospital to be effective. In addition, the Ozonic treatment will remove bacteria, chemical residue and odour, ensuring that your ride in the car cabin is clean and refreshing.
And it truly works! The husband sent the car in (and sent me photo text updates!) while I went to work and when he picked me up after, the car smelt rather lovely. And it lingered for a good one week or so, which made my daily ride pretty pleasant. The leather seats were also conditioned and were buttery soft.
What I was most impressed was that EA Detailer also took care to clean our boys’ car seats. As mentioned, they (used to) snack in their car seats and OH MY GOD IT WAS DISGUSTING. We’d find weeks-old cracker bits in the, well, crack of Zac’s car seat. So they removed the seats, flipped everything out, and helped us to steam vaporise and sanitise them. I was so pleased with that!
Oh, and the cockroaches? They actually found some baby ones! Urghs! They explained that sometimes, the cockroaches could have entered the car at dodgy cockroach-infested carparks. The presence of the critters meant that there were cockroach eggs SOMEWHERE. Yucks. Thank goodness for the bio-fumigation!
In addition to the interior cleaning, the guys at EA Detailer also spruced up the exterior of the car. The Glow process included:
- Foam wash
- Claying: this removes impurities that is on your car’s paintwork
- Compound polish: putting in protection against minor scratches, water stains, and paint oxidisation using nano sealant
- Tyres and rim shine
- Engine bay cleaning
When the car rolled into my office compound, I was rather impressed. Our car was shiny and pretty, haha. The husband was really pleased with how his precious car was all spiffy again. He thought that the guys at EA Detailer were very thorough and meticulous, and he was happy that the disgusting car seats were fresh again.
Price wise, here is the breakdown of charges:
- Normal sanitising of interior (one session): $209nett
Trial session: $128nett
Additional surcharge of $50 applies for MPV/SUV/Large Flagship Luxury Sedans.
- Cleaning of car seats: $69 per seat
- Glow Process: $209
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-> Anti Mold/Odour Smell Ozonic Treatment
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Wow, what a way to begin the new year, right? With a post that says “hospital surface disinfectant”. That’s because we are all about having a clean start around here. Heh heh!
But really, when Our Lifestyle Shop sent me a canister of this, I was all, WHUT IS THIS and hid it in the back of the storeroom. Because it sounded oh so serious! And I was very happy with the B.Sanitised and the Total Solutions Foaming Lemon Scented Cleaner. I didn’t know what to do with this until Sulin from Our Lifestyle Shop nudged me a little and asked me to try it.
What is this good for? As its name suggests, it is a hospital-grade disinfectant that zaps nasty bacteria, viruses, mould, and mildew. The good thing is, it is registered with the US Environment Protection Agency (EPA), which means that it does exactly as it claims to – no fear of misleading consumers. Some of the nasties that it gets rid of includes the common Influenza A2/Hong Kong virus and the Staphylococcus aureus bacteria.
Now. I have not-too-fond memories of the Staphylococcus aureus bacteria. When Zac was not yet three months old, he was warded for a double infection, one of which was due to that particular bacteria. It was honestly one of the most scary moments of my life, and the most heart-breaking one too. And I know exactly how dire the situation can be when the bacteria was battling my little man’s body (he was in the high-dependency ward for a couple of nights).
So disinfecting? Better safe than sorry.
This disinfectant can be used on gross grimy things such as toilet seats, urinals, light switches, door handles and rubbish bins. Just shake well and spray. That’s it! Leave it to air dry on its own, there is no additional step if wiping or cleaning.
This can also eliminate odour and Sulin’s advice to me was to spray this into the boys’ bedroom about an hour or so before their bedtime. It helps to get rid of bugs and smells, which is particularly useful when they are suffering from one of those long-lasting coughs and colds.
Between this, B.Sanitised (which I use to spray in the air for disinfecting purposes), and the Foaming Lemon Scented Cleaner (which I use on surfaces like table tops and shelves), I reckon we are ready to take on 2017!
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Before the kids came along, we went out at night. A lot. Weekends were usually spent hanging with our friends: choir practices, arcade gaming (yes!), movies, pub-crawling. One of the places we used to go to was Timbre @ The Substation – how could we say no to awesome live music, good grub (ROAST DUCK PIZZA YUM YUM) and ice cold beer?
Me and the girlfriend at Timbre @ Substation waaaaaay back in…2007
Then we had kids. Overnight (HUR HUR PUN), our nightlife disappeared. We were either putting the babies to bed or nursing (okay, I was nursing) or sitting zonked on the sofa or snoring in our beds. We were, and still are, exhausted. We stopped heading out to nightspots.
And then Timbre contacted me and told me about their Super Social BBQ. Huh, what’s that? you might ask. Well, GOOD NEWS FORMER NIGHT CRAWLERS, you can now have your cake and eat it too.
Essentially, Super Social BBQ is a weekend event at Timbre @ Gillman which is family-friendly. That’s right, you heard me. Kids-friendly. Child-friendly. Toddler-friendly. Everybody-friendly. Every month, Timbre @ Gillman runs a themed event on all Saturdays and Sundays that is especially catered to families, starting from 4pm.
Have you been to the Gillman outlet? Well, I hadn’t, until I received the invitation and I was super impressed. The restaurant retained its rustic, super chill vibe, which is cool, but what was even cooler was that gigantic backyard behind the eatery. During the weekends, the backyard turns into a play area for the kids – you can expect bouncy castles, wading pools and live BBQ.
When I was there, it was storming outside so we didn’t spend much time outdoors. Timbre had thoughtfully set up an activity station indoors, where kids could colour or get their faces painted or do some crafting. There was even a balloon sculptor onsite. My boys ended up putting together a carousel – in line with the Carnival theme for November – out of paper plate, paper cup, pipe cleaners and paper cutouts.
Other than providing fun activities, Timbre @ Gillman also put together a menu just for the kids. There are items such as bolognaise, chicken and pancakes, minute steak and cheese frites and fish & chips, all affordably priced below $15. We ordered the bolognaise with heart shape pasta ($10) for the littles to share and the portion was more than enough for them.
As for the adults? I was honestly pretty darned happy to be there. I could indulge in my roast duck pizza once again and wash it down with an chilled alcoholic ginger beer. There was a live band playing. It really made me nostalgic for those days when we could stay out till the wee hours without a care, swigging our beers and making merry.
In fact, I was feeling so sentimental, I decided to order me an earl grey martini (my first martini since FOREVER). It was so surprisingly good that I cheered up immediately.
The mark of a true family-friendly restaurant is in the happiness level of all members of the family. Did Timbre @ Gillman’s Super Social BBQ hit the mark? I will say YASSSSSS. My boisterous boys had fun participating in the activities and they especially loved the live band. They were gleefully dancing after shoving the pasta and pizza into their mouths. The man and I were thrilled to be out at a nightspot once again, eating the grub that we had loved.
We had so much fun that I started making plans with our friends and their kids to check it out again!
The Carnival edition of the Super Social BBQ will run till this weekend! For more information, check out their Facebook page.
Disclaimer: I was invited to Timbre @ Gillman for dinner and given dining credits. However, all opinions are solely mine (and totally honest!) and no other monetary compensation was received.
Dear parents at my kids’ daycare,
There is a very nasty and extremely contagious gastroenteritis virus making its rounds in the school. I’m sure you have heard about it. The school has consistently and diligently kept us updated on the situation.
Did your kids get the bug?
Mine did. And you know what? I KEPT MY KIDS HOME.
The equation is very simple. A very sick child is a contagious child (I’m not talking about the common colds and coughs). It means that my child should stay away from other children in case he spreads the illness to the other kids (and teachers) in the centre. Some of whom have parents who work and therefore will be extremely inconvenienced if their kids fall sick.
And that’s just the logistics part. Let’s talk about the comfort of the poor sick child. Have you had gastroenteritis before? It’s awful. My kid was vomiting every 60 to 90 minutes. Without fail, like clockwork. He was extremely miserable and rightly so too.
He was MISERABLE. And being home with mummy, in the comforts of his bed and surrounded by his favourite things, made him feel better. He was better off at home, not in school.
So my question to you is: Why would you refuse to pick your child up from the centre when the teachers call, telling you that she isn’t well? Why in the world would you say, “well she was fine at home so just monitor her condition please”?
WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
Look, I get it. It is extremely tedious when you have a sick kid. Believe me when I say that my heart stops every time I received a call from the daycare when I’m working, in the middle of a class etc. It means having to rearrange all your plans and schedules. And I freely admit that I am lucky to have the support of our parents.
But even if we don’t, between the two of us, my husband and I would have worked things out. Because our kid is sick. And we would not want this illness to pass to his unwitting classmates. And we would want our little boy to be home and snuggled up in his bed. Not in the cold cold environment of the daycare where he has to share the attention of his teachers with 20 other kids.
To abscond responsibility of your sick child and palm off her care to her daycare is despicable. Inconsiderate. And an act that’s probably on the scale of Agent Orange Muppet running for US President right now.
And in case you didn’t get the message earlier, here it is again: Stop being a selfish douchebag.
If your job is time-sensitive and requires you to be physically present, I get it. If your boss is an unforgiving piece of crap who frowns at your absence, I get it. It’s tough and I salute you. I do. And I hope your children stay healthy and strong.
If you are someone who has the resources but refuses to take your kid home because “she was well at home”, then hey, I hope your kid wasn’t the one who threw up all over mine in school.
Because YOU are an asshole. And you need to learn to be a little more considerate: to your kid, to the daycare and to the other parents.
I was eating my dinner after work when my two-year-old flopped down at my feet, all of a sudden. I didn’t pay much attention to it, he was bouncing around just mere moments ago. Perhaps he was resting.
Until he continued rolling there and whimpering, mummy, mummy. That was all he said. Mummy, mummy. I knew something was wrong.
I jumped down from my seat and cradled him. He laid in my arms, limp and listless, his lips turning purplish. To make matters worse, he was cold and clammy to the touch. I called to my helper to bring me the thermometer, its caustic beep telling me that Zac’s temperature was 35.4 degrees.
“Zac, are you okay? Any pain?” I asked as I hugged him. He didn’t move. Mummy, mummy, he whispered. That was all he could say.
Should I rush him to the hospital? Is it pneumonia from his cough and cold? Or is it the same bacterial infection that caused him to be hospitalised when he was an infant? Who could I call to help look after Aidan? What do I do?
I had no answers. I was alone, my husband on a business trip 13,000 miles and 15 hours away.
I changed both the boys and rushed all three of us to the GP near our flat. Along the way, Zac seemed to recover a little. Once at the clinic, he seemed almost back to normal, except his temperature still hovered around 35.5 degrees. The doctor examined him and said his stomach was churning badly, which had led to his body temperature dipping suddenly.
In short, it was nothing serious. Stomach bug.
As I walked slowly back home with the littles, I suddenly felt heavy. It’s been one plus week of solo parenting and I have dealt with gastroenteritis and lingering coughs and a viral infection. Plus, the boys have been taking turns to wake up and call for mummy every single night. I was tired. I wanted to cry, at the sheer weight of it all, but I realised that I was way past tears. I couldn’t cry. I was probably too exhausted to cry.
Once home, I tried to finish up my already-cold dinner. The boys were playing when Aidan discovered a pack of snacks – goodie bag from a birthday celebration in school – in Zac’s bag. With them being ill, I took the snacks away from him and told him they were not allowed to have any of these until they were well again.
The four-year-old went into complete meltdown mode. The screaming and crying went on and on, and as I hugged him to me, my mind started detaching from the scene in front of me.
If patience was a cliff, I thought, then I was just one tiptoe away from throwing myself off the edge.
But I couldn’t. Not with two small children hanging trustingly on to me and the security and love I offer. I had to rein myself in.
And so I held the screaming child in my arms and talked to him. Explained again and again why he couldn’t have the snacks. Told him I understood why he was sad and disappointed. But the screaming didn’t stop. And finally, I told him I would leave him to let it all out while I went for a shower, and he could talk to me when he was ready.
I carried him to his room and went out to settle the other little. By the time I went back to the room, Aidan was calm and reading his books.
Could we go and have a shower? I asked. He nodded. I picked him up, hugged him close and went to the bathroom. As we bathed, I explained to him again why I wasn’t letting him have the snacks. His eyes welled with tears, and he was on the verge of starting his meltdown again, and I found myself wanting to let go and dive down that cliff again.
Once again, I stopped. I simply couldn’t.
So I talked. I talked and I talked and he listened. I told him that mummy was tired because papa was away. I told him that I knew he really wanted to eat the biscuits and the sweets but he couldn’t because he was ill. I told him that it was the only way to get well. I told him that it made mummy sad to hear him cough. I told him that I understood his frustration but I had to get him well again.
And he calmed down again.
I put the boys to bed, hugging them close as I did. I breathed in their scents, and kissed their cheeks again and again.
Maybe I am writing this to talk about the importance of empathy, blah blah blah. Maybe. I don’t know. I don’t know how I feel. Or what I should feel. Thankful? Certainly.
Maybe what I really want to tell you, and myself, is that there will be times so, so, so bad that you feel you cannot breathe. That you will feel so stretched in all directions that you cannot think. That the exhaustion will weigh down on your shoulders heavily. That thinking about all the work that is still undone will cause your heart to palpitate. That the need your children have for you can be so overwhelming at times.
It’s so hard.
But you have the strength and the will. You have the mental power to push past this hurdle. You will conquer and the bad times will pass.
You just have to believe.
I just have to believe.
Hi. I’m sorry, we haven’t been around much.
Truth is, wow, where do I begin. In early September, my husband went off for a 3.5-week business trip and I was busy solo parenting. Towards the end of that stint, I developed a serious eye condition. That was tough. I mean, I rank it up there with the pain I had from infertility. And once that was under control, I came down with a viral infection.
And then the husband flew off again, for another 3.5 weeks. Which sucks. And right now, what I have are two little people with gastroenteritis and me with another viral infection – while the man is away.
I’m exhausted: from changing sheets, doing the laundry, mopping the floor, disinfecting the house and washing the boys. Who also need extra cuddling because, poor sick babies. And when they are finally asleep and not needing me (yet), when the household is quiet, all I want to do is to savour the silence.
So I sit and do nothing. I’m sure you must have done the same on those nights when you are glad the kids are finally asleep. Sit on the sofa or on your bed and do absolutely nothing. Relish the quiet of the night.
The thing is, when you are a kid and you are sick, there is someone who will take care of you. Ensure that you have something nourishing to eat, something to drink and lots of hugs and kisses. But when you are a mother, there isn’t that someone anymore. You just have to rely on your own.
In the past few months, I have certainly relied on my own – a hell lot, with the husband’s crazy hours at work (when he is in Singapore, it’s as good as him being overseas, frankly). I know I can handle it. But sometimes, just sometimes, I guess I wish I could have a little break where someone takes all that burden away from me and allow me to just be, even if it’s for a little while.
Talk to you soon, hopefully when this episode of gastroenteritis goes away. In the meantime, please take care, what with the onslaught of gastro and Zika and HFMD and the likes battling against our health.
I would like to state upfront that I had considered the crafty route when it came to preparing for this year’s teachers’ day. I really did. What I had in mind were handmade cards with Mr 4 writing a short note to them. But life got in the way, and also impatient kids who got tired simply colouring a piece of paper, and that idea promptly got shelved.
And that is the end of our homemade ambitions. Off to the (online) store we go!
In line with what we prepared last year for the patient, kind and nurturing teachers at the daycare, I decided that a care package would be perfect. And with two kids in the daycare, this meant that I had more gifts to pack. Which I didn’t mind, really, I think the teachers have all put in heaps of effort into making this daycare experience a memorable one for the children and parents alike.
This year, I decided to get a pouch in an assortment of colours. I figured out that women love pouches since we have heaps of things to carry with us all the time. And if they didn’t like the colours given to them, they could always swap among themselves. I have two of these pouches and I love them!
Inside the pouches are essentials that every teacher needs: a lip balm, a tube of hand cream, a foldable shopping bag, a packet of honey lemon, some Hershey’s dark chocolate kisses and that same sparkly crystal ballpoint pen that I had included in last year’s present. The teachers for the babies (ie. Zac’s age group) also got some stickers that they can use to reward the little ones!
The boys helped me to pick out the colours of the pouches for their teachers, and Aidan helped to pack the items into the pouches.
I really hope that the teachers love the present! It is no easy task taking care of little people and I am so grateful for watching over our kids while we make a living. Every evening, I would ask the boys if they had fun in school and if they were happy. Every evening, they would nod their heads and say yes with a big smile. That says a lot, doesn’t it? Plus, the teachers have been hard at working organising events for Mothers’/Fathers’ Day, National Day etc. and I think they deserve a little treat.
So happy teachers’ day to all the teachers out there. Thank you for taking care of my babies with such love, kindness and generosity.
The other day, I decided to roast a chicken for dinner. I thought it was a win-win situation, really – we get dinner and then I might get some leftovers to brown bag for lunch the following week.
One of my favourite roast chicken recipes has to be Thomas Keller’s. It’s amazingly simple! Just salt and pepper and into the oven the chook goes. That’s all. What you end up with is a deliciously flavoured chicken that is tender even on the breast (and I hate breast meat) with an addictively crispy skin.
BUT. And this is a huge BUT. With the simplicity in prepping and cooking comes a huge caveat: and that is the CLEANING. This chicken sizzles with grease – even though no oil is used – and it splatters. All. Over. Your. Oven. Urghs. I didn’t read the reviews before attempting the recipe and when the oil geyser began in my oven, I closed my eyes and stifled a groan.
I suppose there was no better timing than then to try the Total Solutions Oven Cleaner that Our Lifestyle Shop had given us.
Once the chicken was devoured and the oven had sufficiently cooled down, I put the cleaner to good use. Shake the canister, hold upright, and spray indulgently into the oven. Leave it overnight and then all you have to do is to wipe it down with a paper towel.
The next morning, I wiped down the inside of my oven walls with trepidation. The grease came off, just like that! At the end of the cleaning exercise, I did have a little bit of white residue coating the walls of my oven but I was told that it is perfectly normal and fine, and that residue will disappear when I next use the oven.
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I know that the chances of you reading this is close to zero, what with the international media casting its astonished eye on you, now that you have have slain a giant. And let’s not forget the mountains of accolades that are being heaped upon you by our local media. But I still want to say a huge thank you to you, for helping to transform what had seemed so laughably impossible into reality.
This morning, at 9am, I was in bed nursing a head cold when my four-year-old burst into the room. “Wake up!” he said. “Joseph Schooling is going to compete!” And so I dragged myself out of bed and sat my aching head down in front of the telly with Aidan and Zac, my two-year-old.
“I want to sing the Majulah Singapura,” Aidan whined. “Where is the Majulah Singapura?”
The competitors lined up at the starting blocks, we held our breaths and shushed our noisy children. We wanted to indulge in the moment, to see if you could land the gold that we have talked of for so long and yet unable to achieve so far. Everyone leapt off the blocks and we watched as you emerged from the water, masterful strokes propelling you forward strongly. And then you turned and I started cussing out of fear that one of them Amazons would overtake you.
And then it was over. 50.39 seconds. You did it. It was so fast and yet for all of us – whether we were sitting in the kopitiam or at home with unwashed faces – it felt like an age.
You did it. Who could have foretold this moment?
We ate our breakfast and then it was time for the awards ceremony. You know, my kids love, LOVE singing the national anthem. They grabbed a flag each, plonked their bums on the coffee table and watched as you waited to go up the podium. Next to you were the three silver medalists, all great names and Goliaths to your David, especially that one named Phelps. You looked so small next to them, and so lonely. I guess it is a bittersweet feeling, to be on top and yet be so alone.
Your name was called, you stepped up and this was it, the moment all of us have been waiting for: the national anthem was played.
You did it.
My boys waved their flags madly and sang along quietly, their eyes glued to the ascent of our flag. And when it was over, they turned to look at us and grinned. And that was when I thanked you.
Not just because you put our little red dot on the international map with your achievements. Not just because you worked so hard to get that gold.
But mostly, it was because now my children have someone to look up to. Someone to prove that it is possible to achieve the impossible, that following a dream, a passion can pay off as long as they put in the effort.
They may not be national swimmers – I mean, let’s just focus on getting Aidan to put his face into the water mmmkay – but who knows what is in store for them in the future. Maybe they will become artists. Or musicians. Or writers. Or footballers. Maybe they will want to carve their own paths, away from the straight and narrow route that our education system will push them towards. Maybe they don’t want to be a doctor or a lawyer or an engineer. Maybe they would want to be themselves, aspiring towards a goal that our society may scoff at.
Before you won this morning, we did not have that role model. There was no trailblazer. And now that you have gone and landed this amazing feat at our feet, our children can have somebody to look up to.
So really, you did not just win an Olympic gold, you have gone and rewritten the rules of the game for Singapore.
Tonight, before he drifted off into dreamland, Aidan whispered to me, “Mummy, can you buy me a cap?”
“Yes, for swimming,” he replied, nodding in the dark. “Like the Olympic swimmers. Like Joseph Schooling.”
And for that, I, as a mother, thank you.
I am not much of a fan of enrichment classes.
Right now, my kids do not attend any classes except for swimming and (soon) music lessons. That’s all we have signed them up for and that’s all husband and I agreed to sign them up for. Whatever academic stuff that they know, they learn through the daycare.
Sometimes, I wonder if I am not helping them with this mentality. Sometimes, I wonder if they will struggle when they go to primary school and realise that their classmates are miles ahead of them in terms of academic development. But we consciously choose to allow them these few years of playfulness and freedom, so that’s a risk we have to take.
When People Impact asked if I was keen to try Aidan out for their IQEQ programme, I hesitated. But like any good reporter would do, I decided to do my research and checked out their website. What I saw intrigued me.
Instead of focusing on academic skills like literacy and numeracy, the programme seemed to be emphasising more on “soft” skills such as creativity, problem-solving and communication. As an educator, my students have shown me that it is those with high EQ and people skills who are able to succeed in life. The students who do worst in school can thrive and excel when they are out in the industry because they have the right personality and attitudes.
So yes, I decided to check it out with Aidan. We attended one of the classes that was meant for the older kids in kindergarten and even though parents were usually not allowed to sit in, I was given the opportunity to do so and observe.
When we got into the classroom, I was pleasantly surprised by the intricately designed “maze” on the floor. Judging by their reactions, so were the kids. There were seven of them in total, including Aidan, and I was told that the usual teacher-student ratio is 1:8. There were two teachers that day, CK and Aileen, who got Aidan to introduce himself to the class since he was new. I was rather surprised that A was immediately comfortable in that new environment, given that he can be pretty reserved. He was happy to introduce himself and Teacher CK assigned the other boy in the class to be his mate – the two got along so well!
The first activity had something to do with the 4×4 maze on the floor. The kids were first divided into two groups. Within the groups, they were to work in pairs, with one child giving instructions to the other on how to “safely” exit the maze without being eaten by the lions.
I was honestly very impressed by the activity. It not only reinforced spatial skills in the children – they had to instruct their teammate which direction to turn and how many steps to take, for instance – and it also encouraged them to speak up with confidence. The children clearly enjoyed this very much, they were full of relieved smiles when they managed to guide their friends out of the maze!
The next activity was Cloud Nine. This time, the children were split into three groups of different colours. The teachers would show each group a picture and every child had to name an object immediately and physically associated with the item in the picture. For instance, a picture of a table could elicit answers like “chair”, “cup” and “pencil”. Once every group member has given an appropriate answer, their hot air balloon would be allowed to ascend to the next cloud on the wall. The idea was to move up to the ninth cloud.
This took quite a fair bit of time as the children needed some guidance now and then. But the kids gave it all their attention since the activity played on their innate sense of competition. Everyone wanted to move up to the next level! And it was a clever way of broadening the children’s perspectives, allowing them to draw the relevant associations from difference sources of information.
The third – and last – activity was conducted in a separate classroom, which the teachers had ingeniously turned into a pseudo laser-tag room using raffia strings. Here, the kids were divided into two groups and tasked to retrieve numbered tags from the walls while navigating through the complicated “laser” beams safely. If someone touched a raffia string, the attached bell would chime and the child had to freeze on the spot until a teammate makes his/her way over to tap her shoulder, thus freeing her. It was a game of team work and also built their gross motor skills.
The kids were alternately IMPRESSED and SCARED of the laser beams! You could see from the anxiety on their faces that they thought it was real, that they really couldn’t move if they touched the string. And when they got out safely, they all broke out in huge smiles. Before his turn, Aidan whispered to me that he was a little scared. But he did great! He not only managed to retrieve his number swiftly, he was able to help save his friends a couple of times.
Once the session was over, the teachers would invite the parents in and give them a quick debrief on what their children were up to that day. They would also sit down with certain parents to give them one-on-one feedback on their children’s progress.
During their one-on-one session with me, Teacher CK noted three things about Aidan: firstly, he was a very verbal child, and had no problems speaking up and understanding instructions (just goes to show that he has selective listening at home, HAH!). Secondly, he apparently has good focus for someone his age (for instance, he was able to sit and wait while the other kids had their turns). Lastly, he was definitely not the dullest tool in the shed, phew! I was told that they would love to have him in the programme because they felt that he had the potential to be a leader.
Wow, who knew? That little tyrant who drives me nuts on a regular basis could potentially have a high ROI. Although why he cannot focus on simple tasks like putting his toys away at home when he supposedly has strong focus leaves me perplexed.
All in all, I left the centre very impressed. You could tell from the details of the activities that the teachers had spent time and effort in crafting them. Each activity nailed their intended objectives. More importantly, the children kept up their attention and energy levels for the entire two hours that they were there. Aidan had skipped his nap to attend the class and he never wavered. The teachers were able to effectively facilitate the activities and motivated them through positive affirmation.
Would I continue the classes for Aidan? I would definitely love to – costs and logistics notwithstanding. Aidan clearly had fun and we capped off that lovely mummy-firstborn afternoon by going for coffee at one of our favourite cafes, One Man Coffee.
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Disclaimer: We were invited to attend a trial class by People Impact. All opinions are strictly my own and no monetary compensation was received.