My husband and I found ourselves at Spencer Village one evening. Not exactly the classiest joint in Perth, and not exactly my choice of eating establishment, in terms of it’s excellent dietary variety for kids under 2. But my parents were buying us dinner, and it’s probably the Asianest food court in town, with the yummiest hawker-styled food I’ve had outside Asia. So I didn’t complain.
We actually thought we were going to a fancy restaurant for dinner. So we dressed up. Such a bad move. Besides getting evil leers from the old Chinese men kerb squatting in the rear carpark and bitchy looking-you-up-and-down looks from every woman in the building… I stepped in a puddle of hoisin sauce (at least that’s what I’m telling myself), I split my skirt trying to get my legs over the indoor wooden park bench (classy no?), and I splashed a laksa noodle on my top.
Anyway. My husband enjoyed himself. He loves Indonesian and Malay food. To the point that it’s actually quite amusing. All notions of a post-cancer diet (comprised of anything wheat-free, gluten-free, sugar-free, meat-free, dairy-free and cholesterol-free) went out the window when it came to the nasi padang and beef rendang.
He’s a recently converted “vegan”. And I’m trying my best to support him. Actually, it’s more of a two way thing. I’m trying to “incline towards a moderate veganism” – with a few exceptions. Everyone knows how much I LOVE MY FOOD. Especially my penchant for asian foods, kfc, roast lambs, chocolates and camembert. Not exactly the healthiest cocktail of culinary indulgences. But my husband has been very gracious. Actually he’s been great about it. He’s not excruciatingly strict and won’t pass up the occasional exception to the rule.
In fact, it’s been really exciting delving into the world of psuedo-veganism. Never imagined that beans, legumes and tofu could be so yummy! And much to my surprise, a healthy Asian diet of rice, tofu, fish, and veges is very fitting. Not to mention vegetable casseroles and curries. Yum.
It was really a four day tea party. We had a steady flow of family and friends, an endless buzz of chatter and laughter, a never-ending mountain of teacups, trays of cakes and freshly baked scones, and a table covered with flowers, baby presents, gift wrapping, cards and chocolates.
We must’ve had 20+ people come visit in those four days. Old colleagues, friends from our dive club, friends from church, friends from uni, friends from high school. It was really nice to see so many people from so many different parts of our lives in such a short space of time. Last year, for various reasons, we kinda kept a low-key social life. So now it felt like we were finally back into our social loop again. Yay.
Funniest moment : Callum was struck and smittened by my friend’s daughter – a very cute 2 year old girl. I saw him go all sparkly-eyed the moment he saw her. And he was so uncool about it. Such a doofus. By the end of their visit, he was running around the house singing her name on the top of his voice. I guess he’ll learn one day.
Social etiquettee lesson : Probably not a good idea to talk about the degrees of perineal tearing around my unmarried friends with no kids.
During the week, one of Callum’s friends turned two!
It was held at the Tumblers Kids Gym in Riverton. It was the first time I’ve been invited to a kid’s party where there were paid party leaders, prepared party food, drinks, games, music, and of course the indoor gym.
The mothers just sat back, chatted, cup of tea in hand and enjoyed the 2 hours of being kid-free. It was so relaxing.
I don’t know about the kids, but I had a great time!
It sounds terrible, but when Callum climbed up to the 4th storey of the indoor gym, got his foot stuck in some ropes, and then howled “Mummy! Help! Mummy!”… I laughed delightedly, because I didn’t have to climb up there to save him.
God knows how he got up there in the first place. That thing is a monstrous rabbit warren of tubes, steps, ropes, ladders, slides.
He may have short little Scottish legs, but man, can he climb like a Christmas Island monkey.
Ok. Weird. I swear he doesn’t look like either Andrew, me or anyone else in our family!!
Nobody seems to believe that he’s our baby. Hehe.
LOTS of people emailed me and commented on Sean’s eyes! Apparently all Eurasian babies are born with blue-ish eyes, which turn brown within a few days or months. And I read on the net (so it must be true) “Why would an Asian have blue eyes?” which says that ALL babies are born with blue eyes because they haven’t yet produced any pigment in their irises. Then as the pigment production begins, the baby’s eye colour will eventually change. Hmmm, sounds dodgy – I’ve never seen or heard of a 100% Asian baby with blue eyes!
To my very best friend,
my special companion,
my perfect match,
my unwavering strength,
my glow of inspiration,
my favourite dive buddy,
my efficient dish washer,
my talented handyman,
the father of my children,
my lover and only soul mate… you rock my world babe.
I am indeed a lucky woman.