Musings of an Expat Dad

Life in Singapore as a trailing spouse and 'mostly' stay-at-home dad raising two little boys in the tropics!

  • Sydney, Australia: Where are the crocodiles?

    Why go to Australia? It is so far from most places in the world, they like to eat vegemite, the toilets flush the other direction, their land was originally colonized by the Brits who populated it with their convicts as a penal colony. All good reasons to go right? Or, the most logical and practical…

  • America: Can you smell freedom in the air?

    I joke often that when I land on American soil, I can smell freedom in the air. The moment I step off the plane, it is my right to think, feel, and say whatever I want to whomever I want. Isn’t that the point of being American? I joke, but ironically coming from our home…

  • Privileged, entitled, spoiled or just plain kids

    My 3.5 year old son randomly asked me, “why does …….. (friend) get new toys all the time?” last night at dinner. I stumbled through my answer, trying to find a way to communicate to a young child the concepts of bribery, being spoiled, privilege, but obviously not being able to capture this into a…

  • Hong Kong Re-Do: Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease free

    For New Years 2024, we decided to go to Hong Kong and do a re-do of an ill-fated trip 9 months prior. Why was it ill-fated? Because we all, literally, got ill with Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease (HFMD). What is HFMD? Basically, it is a common disease that gets spread in childcare centers, considered…

  • Bintan, Indonesia – A Glamping Good Time

    Forgive that this post is more than one month later than the actual trip. As I am starting blogging for the first time, I am running into difficulties of technology illiteracy. Basically, I suck at figuring out how to use internet and web creation tools, plus the usual procrastination and dragging of feet to complete…

  • Welcome to the Internet, I think?

    This is my very first PUBLIC blog post. Usually, my disturbing and critical thoughts are kept to myself, my wife, or a personal journal on my computer, but for some reason I have been given permission, or even encouraged (shocking) to put my thoughts out on the internet because apparently I have some semi-insightful, part-mocking,…