The owlets are still pretty young, so staying out late at night with the family is usually a big no-no for the following four reasons:
1. Tired owlets are cranky.
2. Cranky owlets are Loud.
3. I do not like Loud.
4. The general public generally frowns upon Loud. Generally.
These reasons have prevented me from taking the kids out to various nocturnal events such as Chinese ten course wedding dinners, wine tastings, classical music concerts and pub quiz nights.
I have however, made the occasional exception to this rule, for nighttime activities that fulfill the following criteria:
1. The activities do not require absolute silence lasting more than a few minutes at a time.
2. We can leave at any time without feeling guilty or disappointed.
3. The owlets have had an appropriate level of daytime rest.
4. The owlets have demonstrated an exceptional level of good behaviour throughout the day.
Bearing all these criteria in mind, I decided to take the owlets to the Singapore Night Festival.
The activities at the Singapore Night Festival take place from 7pm onwards at several locations in the centre of the city, so there is plenty to see if the kids still need to get home for an early night.
We got to Fort Canning Park fairly early, so there was still (FREE) parking at the outdoor public carpark. We walked across the top of Fort Canning hill, and headed for the National Museum of Singapore, getting there just in time to watch the Circus Swingapore performance at 7:30pm.
J and Little E were absolutely mesmerised by the aerialists, and I had the pleasure of telling them that their very own Ee Ee Becky learned both the lyra and the static trapeze.
Some of the aerialists were little girls of around 10 to 12 years of age, dressed in spangly white leotards and tights. They looked like little snowflakes. That was J’s favourite part of the performance.
Afterwards, we headed downstairs to Food For Thought, and had pancakes and eggs for dinner.
The children had a gula melaka soaked pancake each, topped with mixed berries and thick coconut vanilla cream. It is as delicious as it sounds.
The extra burst of energy derived from the palm sugar syrup helped the owlets to last an hour past their bedtime without turning into limp rags. (It also meant that we didn’t have to carry them back across Fort Canning on the way back to the car.)
We did attempt to head outside the National Museum in order to take part in other activities around the Bras Basah area, but it was starting to get very crowded (people were queuing up to get into the Absolut Canvas exhibit which had a pop-up bar), so after jostling with the crowd for half an hour, we gave it up and headed for the car.
All was not lost, however – we played hide-and-seek at the top of Fort Canning Hill, running zig-zag through the trees, round and round the Fort Gate and the spice garden, hooting to each other.
The best part: we still managed to get the children in bed by 9:30pm. Which left us grownups with some quiet time to ourselves! Heehee!
P.S. When J gets old enough to get one of Droo’s custom-made violin bows, maybe we can think of busking at night during the Singapore Night Festival! That would be awesome.
P.P.S. Sorry about Nimhe.