June 22, 2016

Biking it like a Dutch!

Fun Fact:

Do you know that the Netherlands is home to 18 million bicycles and with a population of 16.9 million people, there are more bikes than people living in this country? That averaged out to 1.1 bikes per person. (Source: Holland Trade & Invest)

Additionally, the Bicycle Union of Holland stated that an average Dutch person cycles about 2.5 kilometres per day . That would come about to 900 kilometres per year. That’s a hell lot of cycling there!  

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With its 35,000 km of cycling lanes, it also has one of the lowest rates of serious injuries per kilometres cycled. And they do this without any helmets too. 

I’d say cycling without a helmet is kind of crazy but Silver Bullet would counter that cycling WITH one is even crazier!  Unless you are into competitive cycling and going for Tour de France, the chances of one being laughed at with a helmet on while on a bicycle would be pretty high.

So says he. 

That said, I’ve been pretty impressed with the skills of the younglings in our neighbourhood. By younglings I mean as young as 3 or even 2 years old as they cycle alongside their parents so confidently without their training wheels. Such fine skills at a very tender. Pretty darn amazing as to how quickly these kids start to cycle in this country.

I’m not about to compare (and I’m not) but just drawing a comparison to the Dutch kids and if age is something to go by, our kids started late. Way late. 

At 4 years old, Squirt is still on his side-wheels and Spud only got the chance to start learning serious cycling at a ripe grand age of 5+ when we moved here.

And only because it has been a challenge to teach the kids to learn how to ride while we were living in  Bangkok where we were confined to enclosed spaces. That has provided us with no motivation to bring them to the nearby park 5 kilometres away in the blazing hot sun, crazy traffic and uneven pavement.

But now that we have the luxury of open and safe space, Spud has finally learnt to cycle without her side-wheels in a short span of time. It took her Opa and her Papa about 2 days to help her get her balance. Then as soon as she could balance, she took about 2 days to get started on the bike herself (she needed help with that initially).

She has been super proud of her accomplishments.

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She finally did it!

Like any other proud parents, we could not be prouder when we first saw her go.  By now, she’s already quite the pro, cycling while standing up and has now (almost!) perfected the art of starting her bike in 3 different ways. What a joy to see her learning one of the more important life-skills only she could accomplish herself. That’s a skill she’ll have for life. 

Well done, Spud! Way to go!

Next up:

Squirt’s turn to learn how to ride without his side wheels. A must for every Dutch kid since it would be their main mode of transport. And that’s a job I’ll leave to his father. Only because I’m not too hot about running after him while he is still fresh off his training wheels.

Besides, that’s more of a dad’s thing. I’m just as happy to be on the sidelines to cheer him on when he can balance by himself. I’m more cut out for that. We are only just taking our time (and trying to find the time) with him now to first ensure his sister is properly good to go.

As far as I can tell, Squirt has been pretty excited at the prospect of him going without the sides.  He is quite the family’s little dare-devil and is quite gamed for it, having seen his sister done it. He is now riding his bike like there’s no tomorrow, he goes real fast and he would give me a heart-attack with all the stunts he’d have no qualms attempting. 

He did insist on one thing:  He’d need a new bike for that. (Wha…t!)

He has, for now adamantly refused to take off the sides from his current bike. He has been whining about a getting a new bicycle that does not come with the side-wheels whenever I mentioned about the wheels. He wanted new, without the side-wheels just like what his sister got when she first started on it. I’m choosing to ignore.

Nope.  He can whine and he ain’t getting a new bike. Those wheels are gonna come off. From his current bike. Soon.

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June 20, 2016

They say it’s “Jammer, Maar Helaas!”

The kids living in our little Holland Village seem to have loads of free time. They play a lot, even in school. And by a lot, I mean A LOT! as they are constantly seen outside of their respective homes, playing. Pretty independently too, may I add!

It’s not a good thing. It’s a great thing! It’s healthy to let kids be kids, play a lot and let them figure out the social protocols between themselves. Parents watch from some distance and intervene when necessary with minimal helicoptering.

With kids having so much time on their hands, it only make sense to play. They fall and they get dirty. It’s part of priceless life-experiences. I’m 100% behind more play, less academic.It’s more fun that way and they’d learn loads too. 

But for a part-time working parent and part-time housewife like me, kids’ free time comes at my expense. With “free time”, I have had none so far!

Much to my chagrin, Spud and Squirt both go to school for (only) three full days and two 3.5 hour days. Then, two Fridays ago, I discovered that there was no school because they tend to give students a free Friday every now and then. Oii! WTF!

Already, their having half days are not very good for me since that means I have a lot less time to do other things as I try to juggle my 3-day work week. And another free day? No wonder the kids have tons of free time to play outside school. I could kill myself!

Did I mention about the 6 full weeks of summer holidays coming up yet? Aiyaiyaiyaiyai….!

Here’s another thing: With their school pretty close by and a 6-8 minutes’ walk away, I have been walking a hell lot back and forth from home to school and back again.

On their full days, I send them to school, pick them up for lunch at home 3 hours later, send them back again, go back home to do my shit and then picking them up yet again when their day ends. 

That, if you count the back and forth is all 8 bloody times in a single day. How crazy is that?! All that walking does not even include the double sets of steep steps I have to navigate in our home, too!

But! As I have been informed with no sympathy or empathy of whatsoever, that is just the way it is. It is what the Dutch do. Kids go home for lunch and for young kids, they get picked up by their non-working parents or grandparents. Dutch people climb up steep steps in their homes a thousand times a day.

Suck.It.Up.

I should be proud of myself  for I have been doing some serious shit with weight loss having walked more than I ever did in my last 3 weeks here than I ever did in Bangkok for 6 solid months. Not a bad thing at all; only the climbing up and down the stairs a hundred times a day is killing my already busted knees!

The walking though, I don’t mind so much. Really. I actually enjoy walking  when the weather is fine, but having to go back and forth 8x a day was getting quite a bit ridiculous –  I could hardly get anything done! It was driving me insane and I was getting a little more than just exasperated.

It was only until last week we discovered that we could let the kids stay in school at lunch on full days known as Overblijven (literally translated as “a stay over”; in this case staying over for lunch with food from home). Even for a fee, it was a no-brainer that I needed to signed up for it.

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Whole bunch of stuff in Dutch. Most important it would cost EUR 1.50 p/kid/time and EUR 13.50 per 10x/kid

Now, where do I sign-up for a non 3.5 hour days for them and let them overblijven for after-school so I can get some proper shit done and not do things half-assed because of constant interruptions?

Oh wait! That’s called the day-care. Located at a completely different place altogether. With additional expenses.

And.

And I don’t drive. Isn’t that just awesomely brilliant!

Cue the common Dutch expression (likely be said in the most matter-of-fact and sometimes without much sympathy): Jammer, maar helaas!

That translates to: Too bad, but unfortunate!

Alright then.

Now, please excuse me while I go get myself a straw AFTER I bury my head into my pillow and cry. 

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June 19, 2016

Sunday Humour: The Fart That Was

Category: Entertainment

Last week, Eric aka Stomper Dad from All in a Dad’s Work posted a “What makes us fart?”  question in his regular Go Ask Your Father Feature. 

Eric has explained it simply  and it’s impressive that he went to the extent of researching that it’s the termite, that holds the record for most farts of any animal. I find that to be really interesting!

Since we are on the subject of farts and that it is a Sunday today…

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And mine would smell like roses, I kid you not! 

Here’s to a wonderful farty, rosey, kissy weekend and many more rounds of good, satisfying farts. Oh yeah…you know those very well.

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