We went out to dinner the other night at a nice-ish Italian restaurant. It was surprisingly good, and Nyan surprised us by behaving almost 100% the entire time. Here he is, enjoying a taste of mango sorbet for dessert.
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We stopped in at a Peranakan* store the other day. They had a lot of really nice old Malaysian furniture, including some ornate chairs that Nyan wanted to sit in. Daddy managed to get him to sit still just long enough for a couple of quick shots.
*Peranakan refers, broadly, to people in the Malay peninsula who are descendants of Chinese immigrants several centuries ago. It’s sort of a combination of Malaysian, Singaporean and Chinese culture. Sort of.
Here’s Nyan Thomas, modeling the latest in sleepwear for the modern toddler (a birthday gift from Grandma and Grandpa L., in fact).
Nothing much going on in this video. We just wanted to share a bit about Nyan’s overall environment and his day to day. This is from East Coast Park, the seaside park about a 10 minute walk from our apartment. They have this metal observation tower that we climbed the other day, and it gives great views of the trees, the beach and the Strait of Malacca, which is always jam-packed with cargo ships and oil tankers waiting to offload their cargo at the port of Singapore. (They also apparently dump lots of trash into the water – which washes ashore at East Coast Park – and likely spew a fair amount of oil and sewage into the water as well. Upshot: we’ve not actually gone into the water at East Coast Park, and frankly we’re extremely unlikely to ever do so. Bummer.)
Anyway, we just feel this is a nice little video that illustrates a bit of what Nyan’s life is like here in Singapore.
The other day, Nyan’s Montessori school celebrated Racial Harmony Day. All the kids were to wear some sort of national or ethnic clothing for the day. We wanted to somehow honor his dual heritages, so we had a couple of choices for outfits. Oh, sure, we considered his standard Iowa Hawkeyes t-shirt, but decided we’d class it up a little bit (no offense to Iowans, of course!) by putting him in traditional Burmese garb. So we popped by Peninsula Plaza – the local shopping mall that’s home to dozens and scores of Burmese grocers, clothing stories, travel agencies and more – and got him a lon-gyi (the long piece of fabric that Burmese men wear in lieu of pants) and a traditional Burman shirt, the kind Nyan’s great-grandfather wore when he was a lawyer back in Colonial Burma.
He looked pretty good, if we do say so ourselves. And he got numerous approving looks from passers-by on the way to school.
Here is is on the way to school, asking questions about whatever he sees on the way, of course (note his toy helicopter. He has to bring one truck, plane or other vehicle to school each day to share with his friend Oregon (yes that’s his friend’s name)):