Australia Day

Today is Australia Day and I can bet you that there are thousands of people at the beach! I really wanted to go to the beach this weekend so we went yesterday. Silly me decided to bring the pram along (as I forgot to bring a hat, silly mummy) so I couldn’t go on the sand, but it was lovely to be up on the boardwalk as I got to take a few shots from a different perspective.

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Trying to smile but it’s just a little bit too sunny! Daddy took him right to the water, but only for a little while so he wouldn’t get burnt.

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For those of you who know Adelaide, this is Semaphore beach and it’s probably my favourite beach. I love the fact that they usually have some sort of fun fair going on (and even if they don’t they still have that waterslide and mini golf). I love the row of shops as well which have a whole lot of interesting things to look at, great fish and chips as well as yummy ice cream!

Australia Day marks the anniversary of the British’s arrival in Australia and, understandably, is sometimes called “Invasion Day” as well. While I don’t have any strong emotions about this particular event, I like to join in the festivities anyway and celebrate the unity of being in Australia (though I’m not Australian yet).

I was planning to head out to an Australia Day breakfast but we valued our sleep in a bit more. We did get to have pancakes for brekky though – yum! We’re just watching cricket on TV (but unfortunately will miss the Men’s Australian Open Tennis Final later). And I’ll also miss Biggest Loser!! Okay, I’m not a TV addict but there are some things I don’t mind watching, haha!

As an aftermath from my previous post (http://ligurl27.wordpress.com/2014/01/24/gender-grievance-and-language-lament/), I have decided that I’ll focus on German and Japanese with Jacob. I already pretty much had my heart set on Japanese, but I know German will be good for him too. I’ll need to find out what he’ll be learning at school though – I guess with Malay, it’s a really easy language to learn so I can always teach him later.

Dan and I were showing Jacob some German kids videos earlier and we stumbled across this song, which just cracks me up:

Just a short post today because I’m heading out to a baby shower now – can’t wait! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Escape to Port Elliot

One thing I thought I’d miss after having a baby was going on holiday getaways (hence why I had a couple of extravagant babymoons). However, when our friends suggested a weekend trip to Port Elliot, we were tempted. Jacob had never been to the beach and it’s the quiet time of year for travel, so we thought – why not?

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We stayed at the local YHA which was right by the beach, overlooking Horseshoe bay. Why would you stay at a Backpackers with a baby, you might ask? Well, it was quiet at the place and we only saw about 10 other guests in the place, so it really was quite comfortable. It was good having a fully equipped kitchen there (we cooked lunch and breakfast) and the common areas were really quite comfortable too.

My only complaint would probably be about the communal bathrooms which made it hard to bathe the baby, but we survived! ๐Ÿ™‚ Also, my husband copped some leg injuries from basketball and our room was upstairs, so that was a bit of a pain. I didn’t want him to overexert himself so I carried all our stuff down from the room (took me 3 trips) and I nearly left his computer behind! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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One thing we noticed is that Port Elliot has some awesome spots for a wedding. There is a memorial garden which is quite commonly used for weddings, and also some beautiful spots like up on the lookout or down by the beach. Almost made me want to get married again (but then again, my wedding was in a gorgeous spot too)!

We made a BBQ lunch and had delicious fish and chips for dinner. Jacob slept like an angel right through dinner (at the time where he normally fusses the most) – maybe the sea breeze rocked him to sleep… We also played Uno and Dutch Blitz (which is a relatively confusing card game) til about 11pm and he slept peacefully in his pram til we went to bed.

The weather wasn’t so nice the next day (we had to wrap little Jacob up) but clearly we were in good spirits still:

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As a natural progression, these are my Top 5 tips when travelling with an infant:

5. Don’t go long haul straight away. I agreed to this trip because I thought it would be a good starting point for him, as next year in January, we’re planning on doing a bit of a road trip. Of course, if a long haul trip is unavoidable, fair enough – but I think babies need time. That being said, they shouldn’t be completely sheltered either or else they may struggle to cope in different situations.

4. Keep things familiar for him. I made sure he still had elements of his everyday life (like his playmat, pram, etc.) I think babies can cope with some change, though best not to push them with too much. I know one thing Jacob would struggle with is a climate change – he doesn’t really like hot weather, and I’m not sure how he’d take to humid weather if we go to visit Malaysia.

3. Always pack extra. If he needs 6 nappies, bring 10. If he needs 2 sets of clothing, bring 4 in case. You never know what he might pee/poo/spew on, and they’re so tiny anyway that you could pack his whole wardrobe if you wanted to.

2. Stick to his routine. I don’t have a fixed everyday routine with Jacob as we’re in the middle of a season change, so I’m just doing things by demand. However, I still have a bedtime routine which includes a bath, quiet playtime and then swaddle/sleep. I stuck to that and he was pretty settled.

1. Expect anything to happen and improvise. I was honestly very lucky on this trip that Jacob was settled and happy to sleep in a slightly different environment. However, if he wasn’t going to sleep in the bed, I would’ve been willing to push him around in his pram or drive him around in our car til he fell asleep. Or if he was really unhappy or sick or something like that, I’d have aborted the trip. Baby comes first! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Just on an ending note, I received my letter from the Australian government stating that I have Australian Permanent Residency. Yay! ๐Ÿ™‚ It certainly made my week. Have a great one everyone!

Short sluggish snippets

I was looking to write a nice long blog post tonight but simply ran out of time (and steam).ย It’s a shame how little free time I seem to have to myself during the week.

Work takes up about 40 hours, 50 if you add commuting time. Meal prep, probably an additional 10 hours. Eating, maybe another 10 if not more… Church and community related activities, maybe 5+ hours. Housework, add about 0 hours… just kidding, maybe add 5 (I’m working on it!). What have I missed out? Oh yeah, sleep…

People say I shouldn’t be so busy while I’m pregnant, that I should take a step back and get more sleep. And I would love to honour that request if only I could reset my body clock – I’m still fairly nocturnal and, if given a choice, would rather sleep from midnight to whatever time my body decides to wake up.

But anyway, I digressed from the main point (though I never even mentioned the main point) which probably points out how tired I am…

Let me recapture my thoughts by posting a picture of my wonderful dog, who despite her destructiveness and hyperactivity, loves everybody unconditionally (especially when she’s soaking wet). Here she is devouring her Kong Wubba – note to buyers of Kong Wubba, this is in no way indestructible. Took her about 2 days (of supervised play, mind you)…

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I was going to share the article I wrote on multiculturalism in Australia. I do admit that the article can’t quite do the subject justice, as there’s really so many things that can be said about the matter.

We have to face that fact that multiculturalism is everywhere – in our countries, in our homes. And regardless of how we try to ignore it, we do acknowledge it in many ways, be it positive or negative.

For a little background on myself, I’m a Malaysian who’s 1/2 Chinese, 1/8 Scottish, 1/8 Welsh, 1/8 Thai and 1/8 Malay. In Malaysia, where we still have to state our race on all official documentation, I’m considered “Others” as I don’t fall into the default Malay, Chinese or Indian categories. I strove to stand out and be proud of the fact that I was Eurasian, and perhaps hoped it gave me a different set of qualities that would make me different from other Malaysians.

And then I came to Australia, where I fall under the category of Asian. Forget the Scottish surname (which is Ritchie, by the way) – this girl grew up in Asia and has rather slitty eyes, so she’s Asian. Point blank. And I just live it with now, because I realise that in all honesty, there’s no point denying the truth and there’s honestly nothing wrong with being Asian.

I just don’t know how to explain to my kid(s) their ethnic make-up, taking into consideration my 1/2 English, 1/2 German (but born and bred in Australia) husband…

Just putting it out there – how do you feel about your own ethnicity? Are you comfortable with your cultural background, even if you aren’t living in the country you grew up in? Do you feel that you had to change parts of you that you didn’t necessarily want to change?

You can read the actual article here:
http://jommagazine.com.au/living-the-multicultural-life-in-australia-stories-from-different-ethnicities/

Anyway, speaking about change, I bought lunch today from a Korean BBQ type place in a food court (which is delicious by the way). I gave the lady some money and she said “Here you go, three dollar changes!”ย 

I was going to ask her “Three dollar changes into what? Is this a magic trick?” but I’m never that impolite (unless provoked). But yes, how simple life would be if changes could be bought. I suppose some can, but a lot of them come at a price that money can’t buy.

Anyway, I’ve rambled on enough and really should get some more sleep. Good night world, and may tomorrow be a wonderful day full of new opportunities.