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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYAQn45fyp7ImA9WhRbGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3220966306712454307</id><updated>2012-02-10T11:19:03.027+11:00</updated><category term="dailies" /><category term="Australia" /><category term="economics" /><category term="Geelong" /><category term="travel" /><category term="weekends" /><category term="baby development" /><category term="interests" /><category term="family" /><category term="migrant" /><category term="migration" /><category term="mom" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="family benefits" /><category term="celebrations" /><category term="Kimi" /><category term="perspectives" /><category term="career woman" /><category term="Girl thing" /><title>Migrant Mum</title><subtitle type="html">Being a mum, wife, woman, and migrant Down Under</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3220966306712454307/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Migrant Mum</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04319741717012475662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/SKWLpVwHtmI/AAAAAAAAARc/R_RfN3TJ9Sk/S220/DSC_0122.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MigrantMumDownUnder" /><feedburner:info uri="migrantmumdownunder" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMEQnsyfSp7ImA9WhRbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3220966306712454307.post-5234252396412577966</id><published>2012-02-04T09:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:00:03.595+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T09:00:03.595+11:00</app:edited><title>Our Cum Quats are flowering!</title><content type="html">Some of you may wonder what I am talking about. Cum quat is similar to the Philippines’ calamansi or calamondin. We use it as a dipping sauce with soy sauce, as marinade, our replacement for the citrusy and lemony flavour that Westerners use, or as part of a refreshment. It is also perfect for any noodle (pansit) dish whether fried or with soup.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the past five years, we have been replacing calamansi with lemon but the taste is still different. And we are still longing for that distinct taste. We are always happy if we see noodles served with cum quat at friend’s and relative’s parties. We have been wanting to have our own supply of cum quat so we purchased a plant in 2008. However, since then, it did not flower much and only a couple became fruits. It is only planted though in a big pot since we are only renting and only watered once a week because of the water restrictions and as advised by one relative.&lt;br /&gt;
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Early 2011, we were inspired by the flowers of a friend’s newly planted cum quat. We thought that probably our cum quat plant has a problem or maybe it has acquired a disease so we purchased another one. Since mid-2011, Tatay has been looking after it really well. He even tried collecting his and Kimi’s first urine in the morning. I know it sounds gross but apparently it is a good fertiliser for citrus trees. Don’t worry, he dilutes it with water before pouring it to the cum quat.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6806580321/" title="Cum Quat by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cum Quat" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6806580321_02613a520b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our flowering cum quat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tatay also fed the plant&amp;nbsp;a bit of citrus-appropriate fertilizer. He regularly&amp;nbsp;watered it except when we were away for Christmas holidays. We are all happy and excited whenever we see and smell&amp;nbsp;its sweet-smelling flowers - they actually smell like Jasmine or Sampaguita (the national flower of the Philippines).&amp;nbsp;I am especially ecstatic because I&amp;nbsp;am already looking forward to enjoying my&amp;nbsp;siomai with toyomansi (calamansi&amp;nbsp; plus soy sauce) or refreshing myself with calamansi juice. Now, I am crossing my fingers for a bountiful cum quat&amp;nbsp;harvest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-5234252396412577966?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6781960479/" title="Childcare201001 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Childcare201001" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6781960479_f8403c68e5.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dress-up Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There are different forms of care to choose from in Australia: (1) one of the parents, usually the mother, looks after the baby, (2) grandparents and friends, (3) babysitters and nannies, (4) family day care, (5) occasional care and (6) long day childcare centres. The government assists family with the cost of care. There is the childcare benefit, which reduces out of pocket costs depending on the household’s income, and the childcare rebate, which gives back 50% of out-of-pocket costs. I will not detail this information as it is best to get accurate information from the family assistance office website.&lt;br /&gt;
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The family day care set-up is run and administered by the local council. Your kid will be looked after by a qualified early childhood educator, who at least finished a Certificate degree in Children Services, at his or her own premises together with 3 other non-school aged kids from 6 months to 5 years old. The fee is ranging from $6 to $9 per hour with a usual minimum booking of 6 hours per day. Parents provide the food, an assurance that your kids eat food they love, and everything the kids need personally like diapers, wipes, and nappy bags. But, all other materials related to their activities such as art and craft materials, musical instruments, and toys are all covered by the educator. Because of the smaller group size, the educator is quite flexible to adapt the schedule and routine of your kid at home or depending on the kid’s needs on the day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Occasional care is a form of care for those who needs care from time to time when you have appointments or just want a day for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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In long day childcare, qualified early childhood educators look after the babies and the kids from as young as 6 weeks old to 5 years old before they start the big school. The baby’s room usually have 6 kids at a time with 2-3 educators looking after them. The toddlers room usually have 15 kids at a time with 4 educators. The 3 and 4 year old room usually have 15 kids at a time with 2-3 educators. Most childcare centres operate from 6:30 am to 6:30 pm, which is suitable for working parents who travel 45 minutes to an hour for work. Most childcare centres provide the food, that are gluten and nut free, nappies, and sunscreen. Most often bringing of food is not allowed to avoid food allergic reaction from occurring. Your kid will be exposed to different variety of cuisines. I am often surprised that Kimi eats and knows food that is not a regular food for traditional Filipino families such as ravioli and gnocchi. Healthy eating habits is also promoted among the kids. This could be a disadvantage, though, if you have a picky eater that would not really eat anything but bread and jam. In terms of schedule, your kid will learn the centre’s routine for grouping activities, playing, eating and resting.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6781958981/" title="Childcare201002 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Childcare201002" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7026/6781958981_39b9935142.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Pretend play: I can build your house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In our situation and after he was looked after by his grandparents interstate (an emotionally difficult situation that I would not like to happen again), we opted for a mix of family day care, childcare centre and stay at home at different stages to ensure that Kimi gets the right mix of social interaction and the much needed rest if he had a late night of playing with us to compensate for our absence during the day. When Kimi was 19 months, we started him off with 1 day at family day care and 4 days at home per work week. We increased this to 3 days a week in family day care and 2 days at home when he was 22 months. We changed his care to 3 days in family day care and 2 days in childcare when he was 24 months. &lt;br /&gt;
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Childcare fees were getting expensive so when my request to work from home one Friday at fortnight was approved, we dropped his childcare days to 1 day per week, resulting in only 4 days of care per week when he was 30 months. Che and I took turns looking after Kimi during Fridays while friends assist during unavoidable circumstances. This set-up has substantially helped us financially.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are pros and cons of putting your kid in childcare or day care. For sure, your kid will pick up the virus of other kids especially during the winter season so you will need to brace yourself for more days of caring for a sick kid - the usual cough and cold. But, the positive side of this is your kid will build the immune system earlier in life than kids who will only be exposed to other kids when they get to school. You will be surprised that your kid will learn words and phrases that you don’t use at home. These, however, are not only the nice but the naughty too words too. They are unavoidable. So, you will have to work harder at emphasising the proper behaviour at home. Your kid will learn to share and negotiate as he will regularly do this with other kids so don’t be surprised that he will start negotiating with you as well. And the most important of all, your kid will develop emotional and social skills without much effort on your part. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you decide to put your kid in childcare, ask friends and colleagues for recommendations, make a surprise visit so you can see them in action with no preparations, observe the kids if they are content and happy, check the toilets as this is a good indicator of overall cleanliness, look at the play area and see if there are any hazards, review the centre’s philosophy and curriculum, and keep an eye on what the educators are doing and how they respond and treat the kids. Trust your instincts. You will feel it during the first visit if the place is for your child and if it is worth doing a trial session.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, it costs a leg and an arm. But, I will still put my son in childcare even if we can have a live-in nanny similar to what I had growing up in the Philippines or even if I can opt to stay at home full time – not for four days though.&lt;br /&gt;
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How about you? Will you put your kid in childcare as well after my sharing? Do you have any tips on choosing the right day care?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6769613295/" title="Photo Project by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Project" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7174/6769613295_07d1482ceb.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2010, though, Che was able to put together this photo frame-cum-divider, which we chanced upon at Reject Shop. We picked out the best photos in portrait lay out and Che made sure that the photo size would fit each frame. He printed them at home using our Canon Pixma printer and I cut them into the required size. We placed it near the entrance door as we don’t really have that much space in our 2BR unit. We were quite happy with our work because every new visitor we have at home notices it and never fails to give heart-warming comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We still have a lot of photos that need attention. Hopefully, this year I will have time to put them into photo books and slide shows to remind us of the laughter we shared, blessings we received, and happy times we had – very helpful when life is not as sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Do you have any photo project suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some of the highlights of our 2011:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6775275965/" title="Aus Open 2011 04 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Aus Open 2011 04" height="281" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6775275965_9380f582af.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Beat the heat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We watched the Australian Open and Che had the opportunity to have his Aus Open hat signed by Novak Djokovic after winning against Almagro. Lucky that he also won the grand slam and became World # 1! &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/sets/72157629066028245/" target="_blank"&gt;More photos here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6775521367/" title="Gideon's Wedding09 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gideon's Wedding09" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6775521367_ff6a30c998.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleeping kiddo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6775513837/" title="Gideon's Wedding10 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Gideon's Wedding10" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6775513837_c13a0c0ca3.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing the night away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In June, we attended the wedding of my husband's cousin in Sydney. Kimi slept during the ceremonies but had lots of energy for dancing during the party. It was a fun-filled wedding. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/sets/72157629066990783/" target="_blank"&gt;More photos here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6770181123/" title="Mt Buller 2011 06 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mt Buller 2011 06" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6770181123_d6fda2f89b.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Kimi and I also experienced our first snow. Oh, Kimi loved it so much that he wanted to learn to ski next time.&amp;nbsp;We were joined by friends, whose family is&amp;nbsp;helping them with taking care of the new mom and the&amp;nbsp;newborn baby. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/sets/72157629052299913/" target="_blank"&gt;More photos here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6770023039/" title="Citizenship02 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Citizenship02" height="500" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6770023039_0993631a6a.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the Lord Mayor of the City of Greater Geelong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In August, I took my oath as a new citizen of Australia. We celebrated it not just once but 3 times! We had dinner at home with friends, watched a Geelong Cats&amp;nbsp;game at&amp;nbsp;the President's luncheon (what better way to see an AFL game live&amp;nbsp;for the first time?), and indulged ourselves to&amp;nbsp;the 6 course tasting menu of Baveras at the Cunningham Pier (excellent food and service). I still have to try the infamous vegemite, though, to fully embrace Australian life. May be I will do that before I apply for an Australian passport. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/sets/72157629051862343/" target="_blank"&gt;More photos here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6770351311/" title="Canberra 2011 13 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Canberra 2011 13" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6770351311_9a07905f59.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/6770368321/" title="Canberra 2011 01 by migrantmum, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Canberra 2011 01" height="333" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7032/6770368321_3688ea4f87.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿We&amp;nbsp;drove to Sydney for the first time by ourselves. Yes, just the three of us this time. We visited family and 2 new babies. On the way back, we visited Kimi's god mother and her newborn&amp;nbsp;twin sons in Canberra. We also&amp;nbsp;met with friends from&amp;nbsp;Geelong to see the&amp;nbsp;Floriade, the Parliament House, the Australian War Memorial, and Cockington Green Gardens. Although we only had limited time, we still had so much fun. Note: This trip only proved to us that Kimi&amp;nbsp;is an excellent travel companion. He didn't have any new electronic gadgets to entertain him apart from&amp;nbsp;a good old digital camera from 6 years ago. He slept, sang, read, asked questions about the things he saw, shared stories, and&amp;nbsp;laughed during the 12 hour travel. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/sets/72157629052981443/" target="_blank"&gt;More photos here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In December, we went on a "driving holiday" for 6 days on the way to Sydney for Christmas. But, I will reserve it for another post. The details are still fresh my memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also started studying a diploma course in Management offered at work. Although I can opt for a recognition of prior learning to finish it sooner, I decided not to do it because my intention is to learn more about the organization and immerse myself with the local education system (this is distance learning with&amp;nbsp;only a few workshops though). I still have 1 more essay assignment to do for the current module and 5 more subjects before I can finish the course. That is still a&amp;nbsp;lot of juggling&amp;nbsp;in the next 1.5 years. Time flies fast though so I'm sure I will finish it without even realising it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheers to 2012! I look forward to an even more exciting one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-7872652775209956735?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was not intending to have a big 2nd birthday party. But since it will not be a usual case for him to celebrate it in the Philippines, I asked my siblings to arrange one for him. I was initially undecided on the party theme. I was looking at several venues - swimming pools, play centres, eat all you can restaurants and fastfood chains. A friend suggested Jollibee. The mere suggestion sparked good memories at Jollibee and I wanted Kimi to experience it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for Jollibee's youtube videos and showed them to him. Kimi liked him instantly especially his dance! Actually, I wasn't surprised. On the day, Kimi couldn't take his eyes off Jollibee. He showered him with lots of hugs and kisses as if he had known him for ages. His joy was priceless. Worth every penny paid. The host was great, the crew were pleasant, and Jollibee was really fantastic with his dance, making the kids and the kids at heart enjoy and strutt. Talagang at home sa Jollibee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 07 by laleiyah, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/5166242373/"&gt;&lt;img height="466" alt="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 07" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/5166242373_a1bccf7b4e.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 10 by laleiyah, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/5166843172/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 09 by laleiyah, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/5166242505/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 09" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/5166242505_f3c5bf0e85_m.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 10 by laleiyah, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/5166843172/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 10" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1214/5166843172_07db9814cc_m.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 08 by laleiyah, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/5166843044/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Kimi's 2nd Birthday Jollibee 08" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1361/5166843044_c908cd1e65_m.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/59834309@N00/sets/72157625416326156/"&gt;more photos here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our family and close friends, thank you for celebrating with us. It was great catching up even for a limited time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God, thank you for giving Kimi to us and for always guiding and blessing our little family. You are our lucky charm in our journey downunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Kimi, we still have a lot of fun things to do. Tatay and I are just grateful that we can now hug you everyday and marvel at the rate you're growing. Always be happy 'beesy' baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to our friends - Jay Perth Llave, Diana Dig, and Jordee Queddeng for the photos. Sa uulitin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-1310564762771309047?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We learned from Auntie Mary that Uncle Lawrence is inviting us to harvest some plums. These are real plums -- not the ones from Farm Town or Farmville. We did not think twice. Straightaway, we drove to their farm in Barrabool Hills with a few friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513029185763104930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII21c3FWKI/AAAAAAAABhc/_4zGJuvSqQc/s400/DEC+2009+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513029210724488898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII2252V1sI/AAAAAAAABhs/jbzgphQh9V8/s400/DEC+2009+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII79CXmhkI/AAAAAAAABiU/_VY1wL-yLPE/s1600/DEC+2009+245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513034813648832066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII79CXmhkI/AAAAAAAABiU/_VY1wL-yLPE/s400/DEC+2009+245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che enjoyed climbing the tree, picking the plums and eating the best ones of his harvest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6WwwJb2I/AAAAAAAABiE/l7Sb4AssfyU/s1600/DEC+2009+273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513033056573288290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6WwwJb2I/AAAAAAAABiE/l7Sb4AssfyU/s400/DEC+2009+273.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6WFGDBYI/AAAAAAAABh8/GWrorZ-QysU/s1600/DEC+2009+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513033044853982594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6WFGDBYI/AAAAAAAABh8/GWrorZ-QysU/s400/DEC+2009+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6V43hZUI/AAAAAAAABh0/MFeZbnNCpt8/s1600/DEC+2009+264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513033041571833154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6V43hZUI/AAAAAAAABh0/MFeZbnNCpt8/s400/DEC+2009+264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kimi ran after the free-range chickens for the first time. He was over the moon with excitement and his laughter was contagious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6Xu-L9II/AAAAAAAABiM/E-hqJ_edKlQ/s1600/DEC+2009+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513033073275171970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TII6Xu-L9II/AAAAAAAABiM/E-hqJ_edKlQ/s400/DEC+2009+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is way better than FarmVille!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NB: Thanks to Maricon and Efren for the photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-7452386047061384228?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Enzo is hubby’s first cousin and, in fact, Kimi’s uncle. Yes, blood relations can be confusing at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I booked our flight early and chose the early flights as usual to maximise our stay. I was excited for Kimi. I know he would be delighted to see a big version of Jayjay the jet plane. However, I saw too many crying babies that the thought of Kimi having difficulty with air pressure also worried me. I shoved the thought away and packed our bags early than usual as this is the first flight I’ll be travelling with a toddler in tow. I packed Kimi’s stuff in my carry on bag to make sure that I got everything he would need – including banana, apple, nuts, raisins, biscuits, and milk to make him eat and chew and release the pressure on his ears and books to pre-occupy him during the waiting time and the 1.5 hour-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day, I woke him a little before 4 am just enough time to dress up before the Avalon airport shuttle picked us up. Good enough he woke up in a good mood. He rarely wakes up in a bad mood anyway so it was not really a problem. He stayed awake during the entire wait for boarding, amusing other passengers beside us especially the elder couple a few seats away. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TBwPSNy3tbI/AAAAAAAABfM/kLrxucfmuWc/s1600/First-flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484275251845510578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TBwPSNy3tbI/AAAAAAAABfM/kLrxucfmuWc/s320/First-flight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, he was ecstatic to see the Jetstar plane. He was repetitively saying “Jayjay” and “airplane” until we reached our seat. After all the passengers were seated, Kimi started to wind down. Tatay (dad) was preparing the nuts when Kimi positioned himself comfortably on my lap hugging me to sleep. In no less than 2 minutes, he was already in wonderland and woke up 20 minutes before touch down. Upon waking up, he looked at the window and pointed to the beach below saying "water" and "beach" alternately, non-stop, until he got the attention of the passenger next to us. He also marvelled at some of the clouds and mountains. How wonderful it was to see a curious and excited toddler -- both eyes beaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a hassle free flight apart from the difficulty of carrying Kimi and some luggages. Kimi was a cooperative travel companion. I guess he sensed it’s not the best place and time to throw a tantrum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-3154156295174175422?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, finally, I nailed the exam. It was not the best drive I've had as I was still frantically nervous. But, I did not have a major boo boo. After failed exams, it was a relief - one goal out of the very long list. In fact, I can smell freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey to getting the licence was no big joke. There was no easy route or shortcut I could have done. I have no relatives to teach me and driving lessons with an instructor was very costly. Fast-tracking my learning was a juggle of budget and time. Thus, if you are intending to migrate and have no driving experience, it might be worthwhile to learn to drive prior to coming over as knowing the basics will save you time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting your driving licence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each state has different processes, policies and parameters in implementing traffic management and issuing licences and registrations. In the state of Victoria, Vicroads is the authorised institution for these.. I listed below the steps from being a learner to getting Probationary driver’s licence based on my experience and circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book the exam for learner’s permit with &lt;a href="htt://www.vicroads.vic.gov.au/"&gt;Vicroads&lt;/a&gt;. You may book online, by phone or by visiting their nearest branch. The fees payable may be found &lt;a href="http://www.vicroads.vic.gov.au/Home/Licensing/LicenceFees20092010/DriverLicenceandLearnerPermitfees.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the “&lt;a href="http://www.vicroads.vic.gov.au/Home/PublicationsAndForms/HandbooksLAndPDrivers/RoadToSoloDriving.htm"&gt;Road to Solo Driving&lt;/a&gt;” handbook. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the &lt;a href="http://www.vicroads.vic.gov.au/Home/Licensing/GettingYourLs/PracticeLicenceTests.htm"&gt;Practice Learner Permit test&lt;/a&gt;. The more practice tests you do the better. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the Learner Permit Test and make sure you have the &lt;a href="http://www.vicroads.vic.gov.au/Home/Licensing/GettingYourLs/EvidenceOfIdentityDocuments.htm"&gt;identity documents &lt;/a&gt;required as discussed in Vicroads website. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start learning to drive with full licence drivers (relatives or friends), with a driving instructor, or a combination of both. Note that recorded driving experience of at least 120 hours is required in the log book if the learner is under 21 years old. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book and take the Hazard Perception Test when you have completed the 120 hours of driving if you are under 21 years old or when you are confident enough to drive if you are over 21 years old. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Book and take the actual driving test for your P plate. The Probationary licence is to be held for 3 years before a full licence can be issued. If you are under 21, a red P plate or P1 licence is issued to you to be held for 1 year before you graduate to the green P plate or the P2 licence to be held for 2 years. If you are over 21, you will be issued a green P plate or P2 licence to be held for 3 years. If you are a holder of an overseas licence for at least 3 years, you may be issued a full licence. It is best to ask Vicroads about this. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I failed the driving exam a few times, I repeated step 7 a few times too. It was frustrating and heart-breaking. It felt like our life was put on hold. But, it did not stop me from attempting again. Eventually, persistence paid off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lesson: Never quit especially if you can see a hint of success.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-6087403632071789439?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a very good read especially for new mums who have no idea what milk to give their babies when either their breast milk supply is already dried up or when it’s not enough and they need to top up. Of course, I can't help not to comment and share my experience as below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finding the right formula is indeed a nightmare for some moms who can’t fully breastfeed due to insufficient milk (like my case) or another reason. I was decided to give Kimi 100% breastmilk during the first three months that he is staying in Geelong, I did not buy any formula prior his arrival. But he was not sleeping very well during his first three days and he seemed to be very hungry so I decided to top up with formula. Choosing the right formula was tricky. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doctors and maternal child health nurse down under do not recommend any formula milk as much as possible. When asked they usually say that formula milk is just the same for any brand. So, I limited my choices with the brands that I also saw in Manila – it’s either S26 or NAN. My niece and nephew were on NAN HA before so it was easier to decide. I just opted though for the regular NAN 1. Good enough that Kimi doesn’t have allergies. He gulped his first bottle like there was no tomorrow and his tummy liked it too straightaway. Breastmilk and formula took turns in fattening Kimi for the first month. When supply dried up eventhough how much hot soup and hot compress I had, NAN 1 was still reliable to keep Kimi happy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We moved him to NAN 2 at 6 months and to Neslac Toddler Gold at 13 months as NAN 3 was only being introduced in the market at that time, a bit difficult to find NAN 3. At 16 months, we introduced him to drinking fresh milk from a sippy cup with Neslac in between. He is alright with the fresh milk but he still loves his formula in a bottle. I plan to reduce his bottlefeed to 2 when he turns 18 months — one when he wakes up and one before he sleeps. Ultimately, I want him to love his fresh milk more than his bottle. No flavoured milk though. Not even my favourite strawberry milk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, it was my intention to put Kimi on cow's milk as advised by the Maternal and Child Health Nurse but not 100% this soon. He just turned 18 months. However, when we went to buy another batch (I usually buy 4 cans at a time) of Neslac Toddler Gold, there was nothing on the shelves at My Chemist, where I usually buy it. I immediately called the attention of the sales assistant to check if they got something in their stock room. There was none. I requested him to phone their other store. Again, nada. In fact, it's no longer in their computer system. It was hopeless as it was already difficult getting a can a few weeks back. A friend even checked in Melbourne. It's indeed already phased out to fully introduce NAN 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle of choosing the right milk again started and it caught me off-guard. There were very few choices and the brands I'm familiar with are both in vanilla flavour -- NAN 3 and S-26 -- which is not an option. Hubby and I compromised to put Kimi back to NAN 2. Hubby was not keen to moving to another brand as Kimi's tummy may react differently. I bought 1 can of NAN 2 and 1 small pack (good for 4 servings) of Karicare to try. He instantly liked Karicare but he was passing wind throughout the day so hubby was not happy with it. I gave Kimi NAN 2 but he rejected it straightaway - maybe not sweet enough like Neslac and Karicare. Because of that, we decided on giving him cow's milk. I cleaned and packed the bottles, steriliser, and the glass pan exlusively used in boiling water for safekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TBwV8SwALzI/AAAAAAAABfk/sZDB9A6ndIU/s1600/Bye+Bottles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484282571799932722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WdNNuIb0uRM/TBwV8SwALzI/AAAAAAAABfk/sZDB9A6ndIU/s400/Bye+Bottles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story did not end there. Almost 2 weeks after, I observed that Kimi was losing weight or I just thought so. Out of the blue, I grabbed his bottle from the top of the cupboard and prepared him 60 ml of NAN 2 to try again. He was ecstatic to see the bottle of milk. But when he had a taste, he gave me back the bottle. I tried to offer it to him again and this time he just blurted out "nah." I was still worried he was not getting enough so I decided to buy a can of Karicare 3. I was almost sure he would like it again until I offered it to him. To my surprise he rejected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time instinct tells me that Kimi is alright with the cow's milk. There are just days that he will look thinner when he has not slept much during the day. To other mothers out there, don't be a worry wart like me. Just compliment your kid's cow's milk with healthy food and your child will also be alright. Kids need only 3 servings of dairy food anyway to meet the calcium requirement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3220966306712454307-2672878453091240415?l=migrantmumdownunder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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