If my last post wasn’t clear, we were in Sydney for a week last week.

Australia has never been one of my top destinations cos… what’s there to do there anyway wtf.  No offense Aussies!  When you ask people their dream destination, you get answers like London, Paris, Tokyo, New York… or even say, Egypt.  Do people really answer Australia? :X

Or is that just me wtf.

But this trip we had a very good reason for going!  Fatty’s company Netccentric was listing on the Australian Stock Exchange and he and Ming needed to go to officiate and ring the bell.

We haven’t been on a proper holiday since before I found out I was pregnant with Penny so we decided to bring the two kids.

The ASX early Monday morning.  My first time ever! In any Stock Exchange really.

Oooh everything looks so important.

Fatty and Ming ringing the bell indicating Netccentric has been listed!

So proud of them, especially my Fatty.  They’ve come a long way since eight years ago when they were just fresh graduates diving into entrepreneurship and look where they are now.  Bigger and better things will come their way I’m sure. 🙂

Uh Fighter wanted to ring the bell too wtf.

We had to be there sharp at 10.45 am and with two kids it’s a miracle you get anywhere on time. >_> We managed though! Although under her fuzzy white bear suit, Penny is still wearing her jammies WTF.  Must be the only person ever to turn up at ASX wearing pajamas hahahahaha.

She slept all the way until it was time to go so I didn’t have time to change her! Just hurriedly swapped her diaper for a fresh one, yanked on the fuzzy suit and off we went.

This photo is the reason why I wanted to bring both kids though – Fatty and our parents were against it – it was a big moment for Fatty and I wanted our whole family to be there.  This photo would be looked back upon and we could tell both of them that they were there at Daddy’s achievement.

With my in laws whose faces I covered for their privacy. I think we kind of ruined their holiday wtf.  They were an awesome help with Fighter, watching him so I could get some rest/food, and go see the Opera House at least. Thank you mum and dad.

With Tim’s uncle and aunt.

Next generation fashion blogger. Lol.

Such style! Such swag!

Before bedtime.

:X :X

Brought along the wrong sized diapers for Penny so every time she pooped she’d literally explode out of her diaper. More work for me hahahahahaha.

But who could get angry at this angel?

Unimpressed with the view.

Even more unimpressed. Hahaha.

The thug life chose me.

Us and Penny (Fighter napping in the hotel)

Shorty, Fatty and a Baldy.

That’s right.  The only places we managed to do was the Sydney Opera House and Harbour Bridge.  And Pitt Street Mall. (If those places also didn’t go then really fail la wtf.)

Because…. traveling with two kids under two is insane. T__________T

There’s something that I want to say though.

Fatty Dayre-d about how tough we were finding it and he received a comment which I found quite offensive.

The commenter said (I’m paraphrasing but not much), “It’s easy taking care of two kids. You people in Asia have it easy.”

She’s not a hater so I know she didn’t say it just to hate on us.  But I still took it personally wtf.  What does she mean?  Is she indirectly praising herself because she has an easier time taking care of her kids? Is she belittling our efforts?  Is she judging us for employing help? Does she think that because she has no help she has higher moral ground/more grounds to complain? IS SHE QUESTIONING MY PARENTING SKILLS?

When I was done being offended I tried to think more clearly.

It’s true that having a helper makes things a bazillion times easier.  Don’t say cleaning and housework but when it comes to the babies, it helps.  If I need to run an errand or attend meetings, I don’t need to strap a baby into a sling, I can just leave her napping while I pop out to the store.  Or if I need to write this blog post, I can just leave the kids with her for an hour while I bang something out.

But it’s not as if I’m shaking my legs at home wtf.  I’m still the one waking up at night, feeding, bathing and dressing them, although I must admit that recently I just bathe Penny and while I’m drying and dressing her, our helper bathes Fighter to save time.  And she also washes my bottles yay wtf.

In Sydney, it was just me and Fatty in a tag team, which is not too different from me and the helper.  So I took Penny and even slept with her on the same bed, while Fighter was Fatty’s responsibility.

Penny was (mostly) a breeze to care for.  All she does right now is play a bit, eat and sleep and since I’m breastfeeding I could feed her wherever we went.  And I either strapped  her into a carrier or put her in the stroller and she napped like a champion.  She did have a couple episodes of colic though, but we pulled through it.

It was Fighter that was the problem.  It wasn’t the usual duties revolving around him that was the issue – it was that he wasn’t at home.

Fighter turned out to be a terrible traveler.  Although he was with us and his grandparents – all familiar faces – he was in a new environment which made him uncomfortable.  He normally doesn’t mind walking but in a new place he felt insecure and refused to walk.  Or sit in his stroller.  He only wanted to be carried so Fatty and Ah Ma and Ah Kong nearly put their backs out lugging him around. :X

Secondly, he turned out to be a Chinaman baby and refused most foods we offered him FOL.  Fish and chips, burgers, pizza, all also don’t want.  He only wanted fries so most of the meals he ate only fries.  After a while he even turned down fries and we realized he missed Asian food! Hahaha.  I do my best to expose him to as many different foods as I can, but at home we mostly have Chinese food so I guess that became his favorite.  In the last two days we went for Asian food only and then only he started eating.

Because he didn’t eat his veggies either, he also developed severe constipation. -_- Which resulted in him getting even more cranky and disrupted his sleep cos I think he’d wake up to try to poo and fail, and get even angrier omg.  At the slightest provocation he’d scream and throw tantrums. It was a nightmare. T_T

Then when he screamed, he’d sometimes wake up a sleeping Penny, and SHE’D scream and all us adults also felt like screaming and stabbing ourselves.  Especially when we were cooped up in a car wtf.

A lot of mothers around the world take care of two or more kids on their own and I really really respect their gargantuan efforts.  Clearly I am not such a mom because we are lucky enough to have help; an extra pair of hands when mine are full, and someone who can pick up the ball if I drop it.  I do my best but in your eyes maybe I’m not good enough.

To the commenter, you forgot to take into account that my toddler may not be as obliging or flexible as yours.  Your toddler may be coordinated and disciplined enough to help you bake cookies, but my Fighter will more likely than not spill flour and eggs and escape with my spatula.

Your two year old may be awesome at new places and holidays but as it turns out, mine sucks at it.  It was the middle of winter and he was so uncomfortable with new routines that he wouldn’t even put on his jacket (we don’t need jackets in Malaysia), which resulted in screaming fests every morning and we dreaded facing it so much we just left it on the whole day, even indoors where it was warm.  You forgot to consider that newness can be scary for toddlers, and that we lacked familiar home comforts which would have helped very much.

Even if I had never had a helper, I doubt I would know how to cope with a screaming, crying, ball of crazed energy, in addition to a slightly colicky baby for a week.

So to the commenter, I wish you wouldn’t judge.  I wish you would remember that every person and baby is different.  Maybe my baby is crazier than yours and maybe that’s my fault too.  I’m sure you raised your child well enough for him to not have meltdowns or go nuts, and credit must be given to you.  But I do my best because that’s only what I can do.  A little more support from a fellow mom would be nice. 🙂