Roti Babi: A Pocketful of Memories

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

My earliest forays into the world of cooking is due to the close bond I had with my late grandmother. She was perpetually in the kitchen, peeling, dicing, kneading, mixing, cooking or baking. The kitchen was the heart of the house, and the constant hubbub of activities, its heartbeat.

I remember when she made these little 'Roti Babi' (literal translation: Pork Bread), my cousins and I will wait eagerly at the kitchen door, and snap them up as soon as they were out of the pan. We even perfected the art of juggling the piping hot sandwich between our hands, so as to make sure that they were cooled sufficiently before they were devoured. They were greasy, savoury, crispy on the outside, and filled with goodness in every bite. They taste of camaraderie, childhood and comfort.

30 years down the road, I was jolted back to way back then when my mum-in-law happened to mention 'Roti Babi' at the dinner table one day - and how much my husband used to love them when his Mama made these. It's funny how life goes, sometimes. I never knew that these were also an essentially Nonya treat, made during special occasions because back in the olden days, the preparation was quite labour intensive.

Last night, I made these based on how I remember my Oma used to make them. 
I share with you my pocketful of memories.

ROTI BABI (Savoury Pork Sandwiches)

Prep: 15 minutes
Cook: 15 minutes
Yields: 8 large pieces
  • 250 gr shoulder pork, minced.
  • 200 gr crab meat, flaked
  • 5 large eggs
  • 1 white onion, sliced finely
  • 3 cloves of garlic, chopped
  • 1 tsp sugar
  • 1½ tbs cornstarch
  • 1 tbs dark soya sauce
  • 1 tbs light soya sauce
  • Extra virgin olive oil
  • 50 gr butter
  • Salt and cracked black pepper to taste
  • Dash of Lea & Perrins Worchestershire sauce
  • Day old loaf of bread, preferably unsliced
1. Now that I have my Philips JO Food Processor, I prefer to buy a cut of pork instead of getting the ready minced ones. I like that I'm able to control how 'chunky' or fine I would like the mince to be.

2. I thawed frozen crab meat from the supermarket (NO, I'm not digging meat out of crabs!) and drained the water out. Make sure that they are as dry as you can get them to be, otherwise you'll end up with a soggy sandwich.

3. I marinated the pork with one egg, cornstarch, dark soya sauce, light soya sauce, cracked pepper and Worcestershire sauce. Add the crab meat and mix in gently - you don't want to end up with only crab bits! Set aside. 

4. Using a wok or heavy bottomed pan, sauté the garlic in some olive oil. When they turn fragrant, put the butter in. Add in the onions, and stir fry till they turn translucent. The olive oil not only enhances the flavour of the dish, it also prevents the butter from browning too quickly.

At this stage, put the meat mix in, and stir fry till meat turns brown. Add the sugar, salt and pepper to taste.

5. Once cooked, leave to cool completely.

6. I tried to find old fashioned bread loaves, but I couldn't manage to get unsliced ones. There is a little 'bakery' just off Balestier, behind the gaudy coffeeshop painted with Tiger stripes - which sells these and supplies to most of the coffee shops, but they were closed when I dropped by. Short of baking my own bread *faint* I had to settle for an alternative.

7. I sliced the bread thick, and cut it in half. Use a pair of scissors to snip off the centre of the bread slice to make a little 'pocket'. Stuff the filling in.

8. Beat the remaining eggs and add a little pinch of salt. dip the sandwiched roti babi into the eggs.

Shallow-fry the pieces over low heat until both sides are golden brown. Dish out and drain well.
Serve roti babi with your favourite dipping sauce. I like mayo with mustard and ketchup!


NIVEA Body UV Whitening Serum: Repair and Restore!

Saturday, 22 June 2013

When I was younger I was one of those who didn't really bother much about sun protection and making sure that my skin stays hydrated enough so as to prevent premature wrinkles and ageing. I thought I was just lucky that I could indulge in being extremely lazy about protecting the skin against the harmful effects of the sun, but it didn't strike me then that I was never exposed to the sun long enough for it to create an impact.

I used to work in the operations side of an F & B chain, and thus I started work only towards the late afternoon. The journey to work (in a cab) barely warmed my skin, and by the time I finish, it would be nearly dawn.

Pregnancy saw me being 'grounded' and keeping office hours, and this was when I really started to take notice of the effects of the sun. I would like to have toned arms, but I didn't like two-toned arms! Totally cool when we were in school, but when we have school going kids, that's a different story altogether. Furthermore, the air conditioned office really dries out the skin, and I found myself increasingly experiencing skin dryness and irritation. It doesn't help that I have extremely sensitive skin too.

The wicked witch, warts and all, has her appeal, but she obviously didn't invest in sun protection products. Snow White, on the other hand - is rumoured to have secret vials of it, made by the 7 dwarves!
I'm embarking on a 14-day intensive whitening treatment thanks to NIVEA. The new NIVEA Body UV Whitening Serum (SPF25 PA++) promises to help repair skin discolouration due to exposure to the sun, while at the same time restoring supple and hydrated skin.

Let's see if this works. I dig snake skin, but I'm not too fond of zipbra preens, knowwhatImean?
I wasn't expecting to receive the product in a 'tube', since usually most 'serums' come in little vials of concentrate. Many people tend to think of whitening products as those which changes dark skin to make it visibly fairer, but this is a myth. What whitening products really does is to lighten skin pigmentation (due to ageing and exposure to the sun) to reveal more radiant skin.

Just like a majority of whitening serums and essences for the face, NIVEA Body UV Whitening Serum is a 14-day intensive whitening treatment. It boasts a lightweight and deep absorption formula which comes with SPF25, for effective protection against sun damage, ensure effective skin hydration and prevent skin discolouration.

Just a little goes a long way!
N.B: Photos are non-edited to showcase actual product
I'm very sensitive to creams and moisturizers with a heavy, cloying scent which tends to 'override' any perfume I use, so I was pleasantly surprised that the formula has only a hint of sweetish fragrance, which fades off in about half an hour after it is applied. More like a lightweight moisturizer than a serum, it's not sticky, heavy or too overly creamy. I am particularly averse to products which leave a filmy residue on the skin, and this gets absorbed really well even as I massaged it in, so that's another plus point for me.

Packed with a variety of ingredients, the 'serum' helps to repair dull and damaged skin.

Camu Camu and Acerola are the 2 main ingredients in this serum, and are known for their high levels of Vitamin C. NIVEA adds in 95% of Vitamin C in the formula to aid in the restoration of sun damaged skin cells. Vitamin C, also known as ascorbic acid, is key to the production of collagen, a protein that aids in the growth of cells and blood vessels and gives skin its firmness and strength. As an antioxidant, it slows the rate of unstable molecules that damage collagen and cause skin dryness, fine lines and wrinkles. Licorice Root reduces melanin production, which causes pigmentation.

Hydra IQ and Irish Moss (Red Seaweed) is infused in the formula to ensure that the skin is hydrated enough for it to glow and remain supple.

I'm going to diligently start to take better care for my skin now, especially because I want to age gracefully! Using a whitening product does not mean that we are partial to having fair skin - that's a common misconception that many people have as well. A whitening product ensures that any form of pigmentation (age spots) production, which is a natural by-product of ageing, is greatly reduced, and this in turn will reveal visibly fairer skin. Even though you may not feel the heat of the sun, it does not mean that we do not suffer the harmful effects of sun exposure.

Be sure to read my update in 14 days! At just $9.55, if this really delivers what it promises - it would really be truly worth its price.


Disclaimer: This is the first of two posts as part of a 14-day product experience trial, sponsored by NiveaSG. While I was compensated for this post, all opinions expressed here are my own.

Chucky's Chewy Chocolate Chip Cookies

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

There's just something heart warming about seeing your child enjoy what you cook, and for me - that feeling makes me want to be a great cook, a passable baker, and a better mum.

The typical stereotype of the woman who keeps the household together, soothes boo-boos, and dishes out stuff from the kitchen which will always remind the boys of home.

There's just a slight problem. I'm still trying to fit all that in the short few hours after I'm done with work for the day. So I cook and bake at weird hours. After a couple of hours spent playing with him, and tucking him to bed. I test out new recipes, and modify existing ones.

I share successful ones, and bin the unmentionables. That grin and a 'Nice, Mehmee!!' when the boy approves - makes all the hours stolen from sleep - all so worthwhile.


BabyMoo loves cookies. All kinds of nut-less cookies. Big ones, tiny ones, fat ones, skinny ones. He will devour them with relish, and he's also the main muse for my recent forays into baking. What he loves most, however, are soft and chewy chocolate chip cookies. I searched on the net, made modifications, and was fortunate to strike cookie gold on my first try.

Granted that the boy has a healthy appetite, but devouring 4 at one go would perhaps mean that he approves?

Now that he's in his (Terror) Twos, when he's good, he's very very good.

All bluff one, I tell ya!

When he's bad (which is like 90% of the time), I feel that I have spawned a Chucky.

Spot the Difference
These cookies, however, are guaranteed to make him stop all his nonsense, grab one, and sit quietly as he gobbles them down. That's like 5 minutes of peace... and we Mums know that we'd take that 5 minutes of bliss just for a breather!


Adapted from Sally's Baking Addiction

Prep: 15 minutes
Bake: 10 - 12 minutes
Yields: 2 doz average sized cookies

  • 170 gr unsalted butter, melted 
  • ½ cup soft dark brown sugar, loosely packed.
  • ½ cup white granulated sugar 
  • 2¼ cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 tsp baking soda 
  • 1½ tsp cornstarch 
  • ½ tsp salt 
  • 1 egg
  • 1 egg yolk 
  • 2 tsp vanilla extract 
  • 1 cup chocolate chips
  • ¾ cup chocolate chips, set aside

1. Mix flour, baking soda, cornstarch and salt in a bowl. Do not sift the flour. 

2. In another bowl, whisk melted butter, brown and white sugar until sugar dissolves. Please ensure that the butter is in liquid form at room temperature - and not simply softened. The darker brown your sugar is, the darker your cookies will be.

3. Add the egg and egg yolk into the butter mix, and whisk lightly until creamy. Whisk the vanilla extract in.

4. Pour the wet ingredients into the dry ingredients and mix together with a wooden spoon or spatula. The dough will be very soft, but eventually will come away clean off the edges.

5. Add in the 1 cup of chocolate chips, and fold in. They may not stick well to the dough, but give a good stir until they are just about dispersed throughout.

6. Preheat your oven to 170 deg C. Meanwhile, just leave the dough in the fridge to cool slightly.

7. Shape the dough into small balls (I used a cookie scoop) and space out evenly on the baking tray. Make sure to leave space between each ball and from the edge of the tray. Put a few chocolate chips atop each mound. 

These 'spread' out quite a bit, so it's best to make them rounded rather than flat prior to baking.

8. Enjoy the smells...

9. They will be underbaked, but do not bake longer than 12 minutes. Doing so will result in non-chewy cookies! Allow to 'rest' out of the oven for 15 minutes (do not transfer to a cooling rack as yet) where they will continue to cook on the baking tray.

Once they are sufficiently cooled, transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.

10. Soft and chewy cookies which stops Chucky in his tracks. Perfect, any time!


My (Honest) take on Breastfeeding

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

I've always wondered why 'advice' on breastfeeding seems to only be available from either 'experts' in the field, or those mums who make breastfeeding seem like second nature.

"Baby should latch on if they are positioned correctly."
Yes, but baby can have a mind of his own, and prefer one particular breast over the other for reasons only known to him.

"You have to persevere!! Cannot just give up halfway."
I'm trying, dammit! I'm trying... but the kid is screaming his lungs out, and the rate we're going, he might as well starve!

"This is only the start of the troubles the kid will give you. If you can't manage this, how would you handle other problems?"
Uh... hello? Let's just concentrate on the here and now, ok? I can't very well stuff him back inside!

"Women have been doing it for centuries! There was no formula back then. Your breasts are made for feeding, and women have a natural instinct when it comes to breastfeeding. It's what makes one a Mum."
Say whaaaat?

"Cow milk are for cows."
Yes, now if only breast milk comes in chocolate or strawberry.

So the new mums, who are (struggling) to learn this skill, in between battling sleeplessness, a screaming baby, engorgement, along with sore and cracked nipples... feel worse than they already do, although these words were meant to encourage and help them along. In actual fact, they can hurt more than assist, and the last thing that first time mums learning to cope with the challenges of breastfeeding need - are unkind words.

When I found out I was pregnant, there was no doubt in my mind that I would like to breastfeed my baby. I have no issues with breastfeeding, and growing up in a family of women who breastfeed their kids up to the time they turn two, has convinced me that breast is best. I have no health concerns, nor am I taking any medication to treat any conditions which can affect the quality of breast milk.

I had a pretty easy pregnancy, and my gynae told me that she sees no problems whatsoever because way before the stomach stuck out at 28 weeks, my boobs obstructed my view of my toes.

BabyMoo came out, and started feeding right from the moment I was given the all clear from anaesthesia. If feeding was the right word for it.

BabyMoo, 2 days old, after a feed. The rare 'calm' moments.
He gnawed, and gobbled, and screamed. And screamed, and screamed, every hour on the dot, during the first two days, because my milk supply was just coming in. He didn't have problems latching, but what he did - was literally suckle me raw. Even when the milk started coming in fast and furious, it was never enough for him.

I got frustrated, and angry, while of course... well meaning friends and relatives attempted to give me solutions to stop his crying. This ranged from the 'not latching correctly', to 'you have to eat (insert food choice) so that your milk will increase', to giving me pamphlets on how to ease engorgement (no I wasn't suffering from this), to the dreaded: You not trying!! In any case, it was always 'my fault' that baby was always screaming of hunger, and in hunger.

I got more fed up as the days passed. How was I not trying? I was eating all known foods to stimulate and increase milk supply, and if I didn't wear breast pads, my house will be flooded with breast milk while BabyMoo slept in between feeds.

Did it occur to anyone that BabyMoo just had a healthy appetite? That he needed more than the average baby?

In the end, the husband stepped in, and fended off all blows and remarks from individuals whose breasts were not being mauled. He has always been supportive of everything which I choose to do, and there were many times as I cried in pain while BabyMoo suckled... that he tried to present alternatives to aid me on my breastfeeding journey. Which I steadfastedly refused, perhaps having been slightly brainwashed by those who have had a wonderful breastfeeding experience. I didn't want to pump either, because I figured that if he doesn't latch directly, he might as well be drinking from other sources!

He drank, and drank, my little Mooboy, and in the first two weeks, went up from 3.41kg at birth, to 5.5kg. He weighed in at 6.5kg at his first month check up, and has grown 6cm longer!

I tried everything... from creams to nipple shields, to checking with the doula if he was latching on correctly. He was, and he hated the nipple shields. I was exhausted, frustrated, in pain (the C-Sect wound was totally forgotten in comparison!) and I was on the brink of despair. He fed until there were times he appeared to be drinking strawberry milk, and still kept at it. My heart bled along with the breasts... and the pain of seeing him still cry for more was what prompted my ultimate decision. That, along with my previously 'cow-milk-is-for-cows' PD's advice.

I supplemented, and pumped. When he slept, I pumped. When he awoke, I latched. While I slept, DaddyMoo fed him breast milk from the bottle. If that wasn't enough, BabyMoo gets extra formula. My Mum was the harshest critic, as she breastfed my brother and I for 2 years. As a previously working mum, my mum-in-law never made any remarks or gave me advice on breastfeeding. When they finally saw the amount of breast milk I had (it was 'proof' that I was producing plenty!) - my Mum never made any more reference to it, apart from saying her grandson 'can eat', while my mil just told all the other aunties off if they even dared question our decision to supplement and bottle feed.

BabyMoo was drinking 160ml every 3 hours during the first month, and then 240ml every 4 hours for the next 3 months. He started on solids (on the PD's advice) at 4 months - and at 30 months now, he's eating 1.5 bowls of rice for lunch and dinner, on top of the main food items.

He's still drinking 210ml of milk twice daily now, and snacking in between meals. He has a good appetite, and at the end of it all... I'm glad that the little boy is growing up tall, healthy, and happy.

My AVENT Isis IQ UNO and I... she helped me save my liquid gold!!
I'm very, very thankful that DaddyMoo has always been a hands on Dad to the little one. He was the first between the two of us to change the boy's diaper, and he has been involved every step of the way. Even when he started work after a week long break, he still fed and changed BabyMoo at night while I get some much needed rest. I don't know how he survived with little or no sleep back then - but he did.

Another of those 'calm' moments, in between storms. Only Daddy will manage to calm him down at night.
In those quiet moments, they bonded. Over the next best thing apart from latching on. The boy still gets breast milk, I get my rest (and sanity back), my breasts had time to heal, and Daddy, in his own words - feel that he's contributing to his growth. It helped that we introduced the bottle only when BabyMoo was comfortable with nursing, and so the transition between bottle and breasts was pretty seamless, after the initial first few feed shocks of getting milk from a plastic teat. If only AVENT had the new comfort bottles back then - I'm sure BabyMoo would be none the wiser.

The husband has not only taken an active role in bringing up baby, but he also knows that he is important to his son. He has supported me so much in every way possible, and I know that if he could, he would not hesitate to bear the pain from the first few weeks for me.

See Daddy's exhausted face!
Me? I got over the feeling of being the lousiest mum in the world, because I couldn't latch the boy on exclusively for the reasons stated. I realised that I have tried, and ultimately, at the end of the day, every baby is different. There are some who are easier to feed, there are some for whom feeding is a challenge, and there are others, like BabyMoo, for whom my abundant supply was never enough. As parents, we just had to identify with what works best for our baby's development, and take it from there. I learnt that there is nothing wrong with expressing milk and then feeding it to baby.

Bonding starts from the moment you hold the little being in your arms, and goes right through tears, fears tantrums, meltdowns, laughter and joy. Breastfeeding is one of the ways which you can bond with your child,  but in other quiet moments together, while reading, learning, and enjoying quality time, you bond too.

Breast is best, but if in any instance you are unable to breastfeed your child exclusively, you are with many many Mums out there who share your experience, but are hesitant about letting others know, for fear of raised eyebrows. The WHO recommends exclusive breastfeeding for at least 6 months of a child's life, but if you have tried, even for awhile, I applaud you.

Motherhood isn't easy, and it will involve a complete lifestyle overhaul. Breastfeeding may be a walk in the park for some, but there are many women who struggle with it for various reasons. Sometimes all we need to do is find a way whereby baby still gets the nutrients from mummy's milk, however way we can.

The masses need to lighten up about breastfeeding in public. If you find breastfeeding offensive,
you're staring too hard!

DISCLAIMER: This sponsored post is part of a series of conversations between Philips AVENT Singapore and MummyMOO. Philips AVENT is committed to helping parents give babies the best start in life, and has a whole array of breastfeeding accesories to help along the way. Do look out for more to come from Philips AVENT -

While I was compensated for this post, all opinions expressed here are based on our personal experience.

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Rich and Crumbly Chocolate Shortbread Fingers

Friday, 14 June 2013

Scottish Shortbreads are traditionally served only during Christmas and New Year's Eve, and eaten as a post dinner treat with eggnog, coffee or tea. I love most things which, unfortunately, adds on to the waistline, and rich shortbreads are no exception.

I used to buy them off the counter at Marks & Spencers, but this time round, perhaps buoyed by the successes of my previous initial bakes - I decided to try out a basic shortbread recipe, go with the gut and hope that the finger biscuits will come out right! I decided to add in white and semi-sweet chocolate, because chocolate is the baking bacon: they make everything taste better!

Chocolate Shortbread Fingers

Prep: 20 minutes
Bake: 45 minutes
Yields: 32 pieces

  • 225g unsalted butter, softened
  • 170 gr caster sugar
  • 100 gr semi-sweet chocolate (I used a Hershey's bar, not chocolate chips)
  • 100 gr white chocolate chips (because I had some left over from a previous bake)
  • 225 gr all purpose flour, sifted
  • 115 gr semolina flour (to produce a tasty crust)

1. Chop semi sweet chocolate bar into chunks. Don't cut them too finely, or else they will 'melt' too much into the dough.

2. Cream the softened butter (not melted!) with the caster sugar in a bowl using a mixer. This should take only a minute or two, using the lowest speed. You should get a creamy and fluffy mix.

3. Add the sifted flour and semolina into the butter mix in batches. Do not dump the whole measure in. The difference between crunchy and chewy biscuits can come down to simply how much you stir the batter.

The addition of butter and sugars in the mix has a 'tenderizing' effect, and if you overmix, you will end up with hard cookies or tough bread. To avoid overmixing, carefully fold in the flour (inwards) until it comes clean off the sides of the bowl. Use a wooden spoon to mix in. Do not be tempted to stir the mix, or use a mixer (no! no! no!) for baking cookies, biscuits or brownies, unless the recipe states otherwise.

At this point, you may be thinking: "Pffft!! What does this novice baker know?"

This much I know because I read up and found out more. If I want to try my hand at something - I'll make sure I do it right and achieve optimum results. I wouldn't want to share a half-baked (no pun intended) recipe! *gasps for dramatic effect*

5. Add the chocolate chunks and white chocolate chips. Carefully mix in.

6. Line a shallow baking tray with baking paper, and turn the dough mix onto it. Using the palms of your hand, press down gently and flatten. Do not flatten too much as thin biscuits break easily. I made mine about 1 cm thick.

 7. Bake in a 150 deg C | 300 deg F oven for 40 - 45min, or until the dough browns at the edges. Remove from the oven, and while still hot, cut into rectangular strips on the baking tray itself. Let it cool for 10 - 15 minutes. I used a fan blowing directly on it!

8. Using a cake server, remove each piece from the tray, and place onto a cooling rack to cool completely.

9. There you have it! Perfect for an afternoon snack with coffee, tea, and wonderful company.

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Giggles: Indoor Playground at Marine Parade

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

When the hubs visited the Standard Chartered branch at Marine Parade Central, he informed me that there is a new indoor playground which has just opened on the 2nd floor of the building (where Toys R' Us used to be in the 90s). We decided to visit the place as it would be a convenient option for BabyMoo to have some fun after school.

Giggles promises a place where children are able to develop physical and social skills, and the Lappset and Snug Play designs chosen for the playground effectively does this as it combines both exercise and play.

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Entrance to Giggles. I love that its spacious and bright!
The young and vibrant staff were extremely helpful, and did not only respond to my queries with a price flyer handed over to me, the way most places do. The young lady at the counter took care to explain the prices according to age range to me. BabyMoo was already jumping around excitedly, but patiently waited while Daddy took our socks from the car (yes we always have spare pairs for impromptu playground visits).

Registration for first time visitors is via an iPad which was handed over to me. While I appreciate technology and paperless arrangements, it was quite troublesome having to keep an eye on an excitable toddler while trying to complete the details!

There was a birthday party going on at the time we were there, and I was pleasantly surprised at how spacious the party area is. None of those hole in the wall rooms here - there was more than enough room for all children and adults.

A separate party room, just across from the main play area.
BabyMoo had his temperature taken, hands and feet checked, and then it was time to check out the grounds.

I love how symmetrical everything looks! Yes - I'm a stickler for stuff like that.
The orange arch which is at the foreground is part of a Lappset play set called the 'Sona'. It is an interactive game which responds to motion and sound. A camera at the tip of the arch captures movement, and responds to it by producing music and sounds. While this is a fabulous game set on its own, I could barely hear anything amidst the kids shrieking at play, until I came closer to the speakers at the sides of the arch.

BabyMoo had a blast exploring!
He loved the tent so much that we had top go to IKEA to buy one for him. Now we don't have space in the room to even move... but I'll take that along  for the peace he gives me while he's cooped up inside!
The area below the arch, supposedly for the Sona game play, doubles up as a toddler play area. The carpeted ground also makes it ideal if you have a younger one to keep an eye on while the older kid is at play.

Main play area.
Outdoor playgrounds in Singapore should be like this!
When I first saw the structure, it strikes me that it is actually more suitable for outdoor play. The fittings are rust resistant and weather proof, and the hubs informed me that these playsets are a common sight in many outdoor playgrounds overseas. I do love how 'solid' everything looks, though, and the 'open' concept ensures that the kids' safety is not compromised even if the place is packed.

BabyMoo takes us on a tour of the playset.
The concept of 'exercise though play' is evident here, as the parts of the set is almost like an obstacle course. It encourages children to conquer their fears, and develops their motor skills.

My son, the super show off.
The 'ball pool' is very shallow, and is suitable only for kids under two. BabyMoo went in once, and promptly climbed out because he couldn't 'sink' into the balls!
There are, however, a few areas which make it necessary for younger kids to have supervision, especially since they can get extremely excitable and forget to take necessary precautions while playing.

The gaps can be hazardous if they miss their footing, fall sideways and bang their heads against the glass windows. The climbing zones also do not have padded grounds apart from the rubber mat, so falling down can hurt quite a fair bit
I think the people at Giggles also understand these concerns, so it's great that there are two staff on standby at the climb areas to help the kids and keep them safe. Accidents are not something we can foresee and quite common at common playgrounds, but at least they have made provisions to ensure that the risk is minimised.

There is also a changing table and lockers within the play area, but there are no nursing rooms. There aren't any toilets inside (and there aren't any public toilets in the main building itself), but I'm sure that there should be one for Giggles' exclusive use.

The drinks are reasonably priced, unlike in most playgrounds I've experienced!
He's in construction, but he moonlights as a rocker. Whatever floats your boat, dahlink!
BabyMoo had to be coaxed out after two hours, only because the place was closing for the day. I didn't think that he would enjoy it initially, because he is used to more 'challenging' playgrounds that go up several stories high - but it was great that he did!

It is a place where *I* can bring him to when the hubs isn't around to follow him through tunnels and climb structures. I only had to supervise him from the periphery after the first guided tour round the structure.

What did the boy think of the playground?

Mehmee loves it too, because the place is kind to the old bag of bones.

Fun at Giggles

87 Marine Parade Central, #02-500B/C
Singapore 440087
Tel: 6345 4947
Open Daily 10:00 – 19:00
Entrance Fees

Age: 1 to 2 years old
Weekdays: $12 for unlimited play
Weekends and Public holidays: $12 for 2 hours. Subsequent half hour $4

Age: 3 to 12 years old
Weekdays: $20 for unlimited play
Weekends and Public holidays: $20 for 2 hours. Subsequent half hour $6

Babies below 1 enter free, but accompanying adult is charged at $2.

Two adults free admission with every paying child. Subsequent adult pays $2 per pax. Pricing for School Holidays will be the same as Weekends and Public Holidays.


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