My first sewing project: Kite mobile

I got a sewing machine - hooray!!!

This was my first creation:

3m Ribbon = $6
Cotton = $1
Embroidery hoop = $2.50
Paint chips from Bunnings = free

TOTAL COST = $9.50

Luke's view

Luke is fascinated by it!

I can't wait until I do sewing lessons. I am seriously excited! I have already started pinning exciting projects.

bilingual boy

My Maternal Child Health Nurse was going through her checklist at our 4 month visit.

"So, does he respond to his name?"

I bit my lip. "Ummmm...." I really had to think about it. Admittedly Luke probably thinks his name is poo-bum, or refers to that as time to change his nappy.

I also call him 'Bubby Boy'.
"Why are you calling him a pig!?" Asked my confused husband one day - 'Babi' in bahasa means pig.

But does Luke know his name? Right at this moment I am trying to get him to sleep. He has gotten out of his wrap and is now rolling around and making typical baby noises. I said in a stern voice, "Luke!"... He looked at me and laughed. I wonder if he thinks it's his name or just another funny noise I make.

I got this in an email I subscribe to which gives me week-by-week guides to my baby:

Even though you can't understand your baby, he's beginning to be able to understand you. That's why it's important to talk to him as you move through the day. Narrate what you're doing: "Here's your bottle." "Ready for your bath?" In a few months he'll understand you perfectly when you say the word "bottle" or "bath." You don't have to be a nonstop chatterbox — babies appreciate quiet, too. All you need to do is converse with him like the little companion he is.

(Read more here)

It made me think about how we speak to Luke, and even how we interact as a family.

Come to our house and you will probably get lost. Naturally, Hendrik and I speak in two languages. We have certain words that automatically come out in Bahasa Indonesia. Some words just stay in English because we can't be bothered. It probably comes across as rude that we automatically just speak Indonesian, but please be assured that we don't do it on purpose.

It made me wonder how Luke will acquire language. We speak very mixed to the point where he will probably think it is all one language. How he will communicate with both sets of parents (one only speaking English, the other speaking no English) will indeed be interesting.

Even when we talk to him, we use both languages. When it's time to eat I say.. "are you hungry?" (with the -gry part of the word very high pitched). Hendrik bathes him every night at says "mau mandi?" (do you want a bath?). I sometimes will speak Bahasa to Luke and he laughs at me.

Something I will be exploring is how to raise a bilingual baby. It's very high on my priority list!

Is there more than one language in your house? How do you manage these languages?

Luke on a plane

  This week I am blogging from my home town in South Australia. I am using my Mum's laptop, and the backspace key doesn't work.

I recently blogged that I would soon be taking Luke on his first flight. I can now say that I have finally done it.

It wasn't just a new experience for Luke, but als of me. We went on a small little 50-seater plane with propellors. I have never been on one before so I was a little afraid with how I would go. While I was a bit afraid, I was so focussed on Luke the whole time it wasn't so bad.

Actually I liked the flight - it was a short one, from Melbourne to Mildura on Qantas Link. We only got some disgusting muffin and a glass of water, and there was no inflight entertainment.

It had been a big week. We had been in the Melbourne CBD staying at a hotel for a few days. This was big for Luke as it was different surrounds and I find that the more he is out of his house the more he feels out of sorts. We watched the olymics as he woke up for his morning feed and had a nice breakfast at the not so nice motel we were staying, then packed up, got a phonecall from reception because we were late checking out (and then I used poor Luke as an excuse but clearly we were just taking our sweet arse time) and we got Luke in the car. Our flight wasn't until 1:50pm and it was 10:00am so we had a bit of time to kill.

Hendrik suggested we go to Essendon for brunch as it was only 10 minutes away from the airport. Luke had been asleep for barely 5 minutes when we arrived at Essendon and then didn't sleep as we were there. We left there at around 12 and headed for the airport. Again, Luke had just dosed off and we had to get him out of the car again.

Luke got his own boarding pass! Hendrik came with us to the gate and Luke was obviously overtired by this stage and we hadn't even gotten on the plane. With a teary eye Hendrik let us board and we got told off for trying to take a photo of Luke getting on the plane.

The flight attendant welcomed us and gave us an infant seat belt. She came and instructed me how to put it on and then talked really quickly about what to do in an emergancy. So fast that I couldn't really take it in and I began to panic in my heart. 

As I strapped Luke in I could tell he was getting so upset. The plane hadn't even started its engines! I knew what he was thinking: what are you putting this on me for, I just need to sleep, where's Daddy gone? The flight attendant gave us a pillow.

The propellors began to whizz and we began to taxi. I felt my stomach churning. I was so lucky I had my Mum there too because I don't think I could have coped. As we ran down the runway and climbed, my ears hurt. Luke began to scream. I tried to give him is dummy, he wouldn't take it. I tried to feed him, he wouldn't take it. So I just let him scream and buried my head as I could feel the other passengers throwing me a death wish.

After the seatbelt sign went off I 'unplugged' him and threw him over my shoulder (he likes that). He looked out the window with awe and wonder with all of the beautiful clouds flying past. The flight attendant came over and told me not to worry about Luke screaming, and to try and feed him if I could.

I strapped him back in, rested his head on the pillow. He fed until he slept. The flight attendant walked past and gave me an 'OH HOW PRECIOUS IS HE' look. I even shut my eyes and had a snooze.

As we began to descend he woke up and cried. He didn't scream, just gave me that painful, whimpering cry like it was hurting. We came down really quick. Before we knew it we were on the ground and the captain said "Welcome to Mildura". I looked outside and there was a little house - THAT was the terminal. More like, "welcome to the middle of nowhere!"

As the passengers disembarked and walked past me, one commented that he was now conditioned for flying. I think Luke did rather well considering I've been on flights where babies SCREAM the whole way.

As we walked off the tarmac I threw my baby in the air and he gave me a delightful smile. I breathed in the clean, crisp country air that I have been longing for for so long.

We collected our baggage from what resembles the Tiger Airways 'shed' at Tullamarine and walked to our car which was just a few metres away.

Photo from Mildura Airport Website

Really, flying to Mildura is much easier and better than flying to Adelaide. The planes have their own stairs so you don't have to wait for an airbridge. There's only one plane at the whole airport so you have your bags within a matter of minutes. The parking is cheaper and the flight is shorter. There's even no traffic to get to the airport.

We changed Luke's nappy on the back of Mums car as he peed on me. We then took the delightful 3 hour journey back to my home town.

Now I have coped with this journey, I can now look forward to the impending Indonesia-trip which will contain 5 flights in November!

Impending mailbox project

This is my mail box. It came with the house. Those who know me know me will know that I love getting and receiving mail. The highlight of my day is when the postie drives past my house. Since taking up postcrossing and getting a high volume of random postcards coming to my house, I have noticed the mailman stops an extra while at my box. I suspect he is reading my postcards!

My mailbox is the same colour of my old car. It is a pale yellowy cream. It's numbers 3 and 2 are different sizes. It has a love heart on it, and I think that is cool! We once had a party with balloons on a very hot day. The balloons burst and melted into the pole. There is some curling ribbon left there too.

I see people do creative things on Pinterest and then think why didn't I think of that. I want to be creative too. Somebody has probably already stolen my idea, but nonetheless, this is my design for my humble letterbox:

Okay, my design doesn't do it justice. 

First of all I want to paint it red. Because we are chinese and red means good luck! I will need to find out what paint works best for letterboxes. I'm sure my Auntie Leanne would know. Or the people at Bunnings.

I want to get rid of the yucky uneven numbers and put lovely stylish silver ones. Silver is the colour (okay, white gold) of our wedding rings and I think just that little more classy.

I think it would be cool to put one of those little flag things on that you see in American movies, but that is completely an optional extra.

Then the pot. Plastic vs. Terracotta? As much as I definitely prefer terracotta, I think I will go plastic. It being placed next to the driveway would be less devastating if I somehow came into contact with it with my car. I will paint it red and purple. I will print out and make my own stencil of the words thirtytwo in a really classy font and spray paint it on. Again I will need to investigate which paint is going to be best for all of this.

I actually thought of putting the words tigapuluhdua (thirty two) as we are Indonesian after all.

Then I will put some pretty flowers in. I'm thinking geraniums or potted colour. Something not too expensive because I simply don't trust some of the kids in the neighbourhood. Perhaps even succulents, but I think flowers, tough flowers, will be prettier.

Now I just need to work out how I will go about it. Whether I bash the bottom out of the pot all together and put it over the existing letterbox. If I take the letterbox out of the ground and cement it into the bottom of the pot. Maybe even reposition where my letterbox is all together. And then there's the question of whether the soil will be drained enough for the flowers.

If this plan does ever come to fruition, perhaps the postie won't be reading my mail anymore, but instead stopping and smelling the flowers?

Keep Indonesian Alive!

I didn't just learn Indonesian,
I danced too.

I want to tell you a story. It's usually the story I tell when people ask me, "kok bisa Bahasa Indonesia?"

I grew up in a small town in South Australia. I went to primary school in this town, and then had to make a move over to Victoria to complete high school. I commuted with a time difference, that was fun. Not to mention the time when the Olympics were on, and Victoria started daylight savings a month before South Australia.

In Victoria, I began to study Indonesian. Being a naive country girl, I thought Indonesian was the language of India.

In year 7 I hated Indonesian. In Year 7 I hated the world though. Then in year 8 I grew to like learning another language, and decided to keep it as an elective in year 9, as it was only compulsory until year 8. In year 9 I liked being one of 4 Indonesian students, and although I had only committed to doing Indonesian for one semester, I opted to do it for the full year because of a time table clash.

There were plans for our school to go to Indonesia in 2011, but then September 11 happened and any trips overseas by the Department of Education were cancelled.

I was about to quit in year 10, and then the trip was reconsidered. There were now plans for a trip to Yogyakarta and Bali. I wasn't all too sure that I wanted to go, but then my Mum insisted as I was 1) studying Indonesian and 2) She never had these opportunities when she was at school (my Mum went to my school too!). I then had to go through the process of getting a passport, immunisations and all of that fun and I found myself on a bus to Melbourne with a few different schools. We took a plane from Melbourne to Denpasar, and then Denpasar to Yogyakarta. It was a long day.

Sammy in Yogyakarta

As soon as I got to Yogyakarta I fell in love. Perhaps so much not with the heat, but it was beautiful! I think that what I love most about Indonesia is the people. Furthermore, when you can converse in their native language it makes the friendship even more special.

I was thinking to give up Indonesian in Year 10, but after going to Yogyakarta, and falling in love, I studied it right until Year 12. I was then determined to complete it on a tertiary level.


I had heard great things about the Indonesian program at La Trobe University in Bendigo, and that the program was conducted by a native Indonesian speaker from Yogyakarta.

Sammy in Bali

I was very blessed to get into University in Bendigo. What I studied wasn't important to me, as long as I did Indonesian. Initially I was doing a Bachelor of Arts but at the last minute switched to Education. It seemed Education had more of a direction career wise.

In my third year of uni, I got the chance to go to Kendari, South East Sulawesi with La Trobe. Every time an Indonesian person asks where I have been in Indonesia, and I say Kendari, they have no idea where it is! La Trobe had a lot of students from Kendari studying kemajuan masyarakat (community development). This not only strengthened communities in Indonesia, but made the relationship with Australia and Indonesia stronger.

Sammy in Kendari

And now they want to cut this fabulous program and introduce online learning. How can one learn a language or culture through online means? We will have teachers in schools not being able to pronounce words properly.

Sammy in Bandung

I feel we should have more value for language, especially that of our closest neighbour. In Singapore, it is compulsory to be bilingual. Being bilingual is a great super-power. Not only can you talk behind peoples backs (he he), you can learn more about your mother tongue.

"why do we learn Indonesian at school when the kids can't speak English properly!?"

Believe it or not, but I never 'got' English grammar until I studied Indonesian. The comparison and contrast of the two languages taught me how language works. And the study of Indonesian, be it at school or university is not just a study of language, but also of culture. Indonesia, being so rich and diverse in culture, promotes a wider world view for our children, something that is ever so important in this increasingly multicultural Australia.

Sammy in Jakarta

This is something very close to my heart, so please, wherever you are in the world, it will only take a minute...

CLICK HERE AND SIGN THE PETITION TO SAVE INDONESIAN AT LA TROBE UNIVERSITY

And also because my lecturer, Nita, is the loveliest lady in the world and deserves to stay there!

Thank you!!

Hearty Sore Throat Chicken Chowder

So I mentioned in my previous blog post that I began to feel sick. Sore throat. I got some Difflam from the pharmacy - apparently it's better than Strepsils. I took one. It was raspberry flavoured. Initially it tasted quite nice but then it seemed to numb my tongue, and I felt this strange sensation that I wanted to vomit.

Luckily the sensation went away. But then while we were driving home in the car, I thought, hmmm... I'm breastfeeding, should I be taking these? Am I being paranoid? I became suspicious because I wasn't allowed to have Strepsils when I was pregnant. I called the Maternal Child Health Nurse Line, and she told me to see the pharmacist. After seeing the pharmasist I found out that I couldn't take Strepsils or Difflam, and that only panadol could be taken.

Earlier, Hendrik had shared with me an article that mentions the superfoods for sore throats: bananas, honey & lemon, chicken soup, egg, ginger or honey tea, oatmeal, sage, boiled carrot and brown pasta.

And thus, with the help of this recipe, I made this one up:

HEARTY SORE THROAT CHICKEN CHOWDER

Ingredients:
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 leek, diced
4 crushed garlic cloves
2 large carrots
1 turnip or swede, diced
1 small can of corn kernels
1 cup brown pasta
500g shredded chicken thigh meat
4 cups of chicken stock
2 cups cold water
eggs (1 per bowl)

How to make it:


Heat oil in a large saucepan on medium heat. Put the leek and garlic in and stir until soft. Add carrots and turnip and stir until also soft.

Add chicken stock, cold water, chicken, corn and brown pasta and bring to the boil. Turn back down to low heat and let it simmer for about an hour, partially covered, stirring occasionally.

Before serving, put an egg in the bowl you will be pouring the soup into. Whisk with a fork. Put the soup in the bowl and quickly stir. This will cook the egg and spread it throughout the soup.

If you're Indonesian like us, garnish with fried shallots and sambal (chilli) - unless you have a sore throat!





I instantly felt better after making this.. And today am feeling so much better!

Earl Grey Butter Cookies

This weekend we decided to just spend around home. It was the perfect weekend for some experimental baking. Hendrik made the casserole. I made the cookies. I went for a walk to Coles to get some extra ingredients that morning, and also we went out for breakfast. It was sunny in the morning, but sunny in Melbourne doesn't necessarily mean it's warm. I didn't rug up enough and could feel the cold wind go right through me. By the time we got to the shopping centre my ears were stinging. On the way home I used a muslin wrap as a headscarf to try and keep my ears warm and out of the wind. Sunday I woke up with a sore throat, and I suspect I inflicted it on myself by not rugging up.

I made the following cookies inspired by this recipe for Earl Grey and Poppyseed Muffins - I make these all the time! I also used this basic butter cookie recipe to help me out.

EARL GREY BUTTER COOKIES

• 125g Butter - softened
• 1/2 Cup Caster sugar
• 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1 egg
• 2 cups of plain flour
• 1 teaspoon of baking powder
• 2 tablespoons of milk
• 2 earl grey teabags

Preheat oven to 180'C (350'F). Line two baking trays with baking paper (yes two... I only did one and the biscuits ran into each other).

Put the milk into a bowl and heat in the microwave for about 30 seconds, until it's just warm. Be careful not to curdle it! Place the Earl Grey teabags in the milk and set aside to infuse.

Combine butter, sugar and vanilla in a bowl. Add egg to the mixture and combine. Sift flour and baking powder, add milk mixture and combine.

Using a heaped teaspoon at a time, roll dough into balls and lay on baking paper. Allow PLENTY of space for them to spread! Flatten cookies with a fork.

Bake for 12-15 minutes or until lightly golden. Allow to cool on tray for 5 minutes and then transfer to cooling rack. Dust with icing sugar. Serve with a cup of tea!