Focus

It's a proud moment when you realize that occasionally your children listen to what you say. Who cares if the derived meaning might be 180 degrees from that which you had originally intended. What matters is that you've made a breakthrough.

A few months back, MBA Dad .employed numerous Pavlovian cues to convince one Savanna Hope Blau of the virtues of using the restroom like a big girl, and shedding her baby safeguards along the way.

We reviewed the positive impact on the environment and even the psychological virtues of Dora the Explorer panties vs Pampers, however, ironically, what eventually stuck was the catch cry of "Let's focus on the potty".

From that moment on, she could not wait to tell good ole dad about today's achievements "focusing on the potty". Amidst her delight in advising on her progress "focusing", she boldly stepped forward into big girl status and shed the stigma of frumpy pants. This marked one small diaper for daughter, but one massive relief for Blau-kind in Singapore.
And parenting books be damned, I had cracked the code with a bit of BSchool 101 vocab. At the end of the day, it was all about FOCUS wasn't it? Who could imagine the power of FOCUS when applied to future challenges??! Like some wide-eyed fresh recruit she had seized upon the power of Focus like a pig to...well, poo. How had no one ever told me about this magic word??!! Had we cracked the code? Was this the key to stifling the whines, blasting through bathtime??

Much to our chagrin, we quickly discovered that the "FOCUS technique" was not so easily transferable.
"Savanna, I need you to focus on eating your oatmeal"
"Focus on the potty?"
"No...focus on eating all of your oatmeal."
" I focused on the potty like a big girl, right daddy?!"
... ... ...
"Yes, dear. You did a great job focusing on the potty."

Moral of the story is that you can only Focus so much on your kids before insanity overtakes you.

When I grow up

One major milestone that we were happy to celebrate recently was the completion of my MBA. After almost 4 years of part-time study in between weddings, babies and business trips abroad I finally put the ball over the line and secured the degree.








I was fortunate that Vickie & Kathryn were still with us in Singapore for the ceremony and we loaded everyone on the bus, heading into the room like a bad scene from "Clampetts Go to School".


Now that the degree is over I find myself with so much time that I don't know what to do with myself. I read books, eat bon bons, plan constructive projects... ...wait. Hold on...

No, sorry. That was from a final assignment called "What I Plan To Do After My MBA", versus our new world order. Yet another classic case of MBA theory deviating from real world applications based on experience.


Luckily I have no shortage of new "stuff" to do with the following images offered as an abridged
version of our new daily life which offers ample opportunities to seek new synergies, plot sustainable strategies for high performance, prosecute new growth opportunities and re-engineer business practices...and those other things that MBAs are supposed to do. (Just a note that the following passage is MBA-speak for "survive Saturday afternoon with kids while Jen is at gym")

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Now more than ever, a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Feeding frenzy

The twins continue to gain weight, expressions and personality. Colten is an eating machine, devouring bottles as if his last meal was not far away. He's consuming twice as much twice as fast as Sienna and has no regrets. We'll be taking him to rugby practice soon if this keeps up.






Holding fast to the tradition of Blau & Freund younger female siblings, Sienna prefers to dine on her schedule, thank you very much. She's awake at night, asleep during the day and not a happy camper when prodded in a new direction. Jen's doing a fabulous job at keeping her sanity, closely linked to an ever-changing schedule.

Thankfully we have a night nurse coming for this month to help us manage the 2am feeds. I tackled this in June and gained new respect for truck drivers and midnight shift workers around the globe. Sleep is a good thing.