Little Rainbow Dreams – Personalised Books

ABOUT

Little Rainbow Dreams provides personalised books with bright, colourful illustrations and simple stories with short sentences aimed at children. It was started with the intent of using stories to engage the imagination of children, nurture a reading habit and to involve  parents in the whole process. Reading promotes bonding and can be a time for parents to put down their adult worries and just focus on spending that quality time with the children. 

A few weeks before Emmett was born, Little Rainbow Dreams invited me to choose a book from their selection as a present for Elise in addition to The Elephant Story. I picked the Big Sibling book for her to cope better with the changes in routine with her brother around. Accompanying the two personalised books was a handwritten message! Handwritten messages are rare nowadays and it adds a personal touch to the present.

Elise has a prosthetic eye which in time, will be something that she notices is different from her peers. Thankfully, at age 2, she isn’t too bothered about it yet and the loss of an eye doesn’t seem to impact her adversely. She climbs stairs and plays soccer like a pro. The Elephant Story teaches children that there is no need to compare themselves to others because everybody is special in their own way. Should she ever feel inadequate, I hope this story will encourage her. 

She has no patience to wait for me to finish reading and turns the page halfway through most children books. These softcover books are personalised from start to end and use the child’s name as the main character. Short sentences (perfect for bedtime stories) and attractive illustrations with commonly recognisable animals and characters draw children into the story. 

The Big Sibling book caught Elise’s attention and she flipped through the book at her own pace.
 

“Our baby is always sleeping.”

Said baby. Sleeping.

Not “always”! 

 


Mon Chéri Box

We also received the Mon Chéri Box, a Christmas themed gift set. The name Mon Chéri means “My Darling” in French. You can choose to include personalised messages on the front page of each book too. 

What’s inside the box: Stickers, A DIY snowglobe, Stamp and personalised Christmas book. 

What I like about the Christmas book is that it’s an interactive activity book that encourages the children to use the stickers provided in the box to decorate the pages. The box is a perfect opportunity for parents to create memories through assembling the DIY snowglobe together with the children. The globe is simple enough for children to create and they can make it their own with stickers and stamps. Elise is at that stage where she doodles on her train tracks and decorates her stacking cups with stickers.   

The DIY snowglobe makes its appearance in some pages for sharp eyed young ones to spot. 

 

We’re keeping our box for the Christmas event in Christmas storyland, 18 Nov, 3-5pm at Bove.

Do sign up early as there are limited slots! Join LRD for a immersive weekend of storytelling and fun-filled activities.
Make this Christmas a magical one for your little one with LRD magical Christmas collection!
Visit www.littlerainbowdreams.com/xmas-snowland for more details.

There is a 15% early bird discount at $57.80 (U.P. $68) for the Mon Chéri Box valid till 19 Nov.
*** Lead time is 4 weeks so do place your order early to have LRD Santa deliver your Christmas gift by Christmas!

1 Month with 2 Under 2

I had intended for the title of this post to be “2 Weeks with 2 under 2”. Ha. Ha. Ha. I tried.

This is how last month looked like for me:

1. Baby vomit. On my ratty T-shirt from last night. More baby vomit.
2. “Elise DON’T STEP ON DIDI!”
3. Laundry. More laundry.
4. Weary attempts to finish my meals whilst latching didi on one side and collecting milk from the other.
5. Going to the polyclinic every week to monitor didi’s jaundice levels.
6. Feeling like a puppet running on clockwork trying to reach the ultimate goal of having both kids fall asleep at the same time.

As with last time, I did without a confinement lady, opting for confinement catering and post natal massage. No time to waste accommodating another stranger. I chose to direct latch so there wasn’t anything a confinement lady could do that my dad couldn’t. He boiled red date tea and herbal bath packets, looked after Elise and even went to get more sanitary pads from the shop when mine ran out. 

Speaking of my dad… he never ever wanted kids, much less grandchildren. Our home has transformed from a quiet, dull place when it was just the two of us. We didn’t have anything in common to talk about so we’d watch TV whilst sharing late night McDonalds suppers (McChicken meal, upsized). The house was full of clutter with mismatched furniture and nobody bothered to clean. Junk. Everywhere.

After my dad became a grandfather, it definitely has become much livelier. He discovered by chance that Didi quietens down to “Hickory Dickory Dock”, so the mouse has been running up the clock, tick tock, tick tock. Our house is also a lot brighter than it was before he stopped hoarding things.

How has Elise been coping with the new addition? She has been very doting towards her brother. We’ve seen her patting his head, kissing and hugging him when he cries. Yet when Grandpa carries him, it’s a “NO GONG GONG! DIDI DOWN! MINE!”. -_- As for me… I’m like a zombie running on 110% capacity. The nights are thankfully quiet but a momma never sleeps. 

 

Baby Gender Stress

I’m at week 24, more than halfway through Peanut’s baking process. We found out Peanut’s gender during the week 22 scan 2 weeks ago.

My MIL told us that she dreamt of an olive fruit the night before we announced the pregnancy – it was supposed to symbolise a boy.
The aunties in the neighbourhood were insistent it was a boy, reasoning that it was because “Elise looks like a boy, so the next sibling would definitely be a boy”, “The point on the back of her head where her hair starts is right in the centre. I bet you’re having a boy!”
My husband was also definite that it would be a boy. When I was pregnant with Elise, he kept saying, “it’ll be great if it was a daughter that looked like you” and it turned out to be a girl.
Even before the week 22 scan, my dad was referring to Peanut as didi to Elise…

I checked the Chinese conception charts and tried the ring test. Couldn’t understand either one.

The stress was real. It’s proven by science that men determine the gender of the baby, but somehow because the woman is the one carrying the baby for 9 months, in some societies, they get blamed for “not being able to produce a boy/girl”. Everybody was so sure that Peanut most definitely possessed a penis. It made me doubt myself because I had no sure sign. The next day, the moment I entered the scan room, I told the sonographer my worries about how everyone insisted it would be a boy and I felt so stressed. After a few swipes, she told me that, yes, Peanut was indeed a boy like everyone predicted.  She even captured a photo which I promptly sent to the in-laws and my husband, who were over the moon.

I’m not sure what to feel, actually. It’d be interesting taking care of another gender. Having a boy and a girl is like striking the gender lottery. Responses after confirming Peanut’s gender include “That’s great, you have a pair”, “Now you can close shop“, “At least this one’s a boy, so you don’t need to try again” like the only acceptable way is to have a boy. It’s ridiculous that outsiders determine the number of kids we should have. -_-  IF Peanut were a girl, I’m very sure they would pat me in a consoling manner and say “Boy or girl, doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s healthy” or “You can always try again!” like it’s a sin to have two of the same gender.

I asked my husband why he was so fixated on having a boy and he said that he wanted Elise to have a little brother who would protect his sister from bullies, especially since she has a prosthetic eye. WELL… I was already intending to enrol Elise for self defence classes so she can kick butt on her own.

If Peanut was a girl, I would be less inclined to try for a 3rd kid in case I ended up with 3 kids of the same gender. Now, it doesn’t matter which gender #3 (if #3 ever happens) is. My dad has already asked me if we’re going to do ligation/vasectomy. Let’s see. The exhaustion of looking after two young children without a full time helper is the best form of contraception. I can’t imagine how I’m going to bring a newborn and toddler out alone for playdates though! We’ll get there a step at a time.


Elise has been pointing to my belly and kissing the bump whenever I ask her where her didi is. I’m confident she’ll be a doting big sister, as long as it doesn’t involve sharing her food. They can play soccer and run around together. It wasn’t that long ago that Elise was the one doing somersaults from inside. Why do babies grow up so quickly?! Soon they’ll be married! 🙁