We had a family wedding to attend on the 1st of November - Uncle James and Aunty Clare were tying the knot in Canberra, Australia so we organised to spend some additional time in Australia, except for Brett who was only able to spend a week in Australia before heading back to China to work.
Brett picked up Alex from school at lunchtime - a novelty for her - and they collected Sebastien, me and the luggage from our apartment on the way to the airport. We're still working out the best way to take to get to the airport from our apartment - except we knew that our taxi driver was taking us "the long way around" this time, aka "the scenic route" - on the round island road. At double the price, this won't happen again as we've worked out the things to say to get us on the right roads there.
We were flying via Hong Kong and had several hours to kill in the Hong Kong airport which was easier said than done as it was right at dinner/bed time when we were there and we were totally out of routine.
In any case, we had been totally thrown when, upon arrival at Hong Kong airport we went to collect Sebastien's paper ticket (lap infants are the only ones, and only on certain airlines, that require a paper rather than electronic ticket), only to be asked where his visa was to get into Australia. Hmmm, he's an Australian citizen and granted, he is traveling on an american passport because we had run out of time to apply for an australian one, but really - he needed a visa? News to us and we were flummoxed. We're partway through our trip to Australia and we find this out - and where do we obtain such a thing when we're in transit? They rang someone in the airport and around 15 minutes later he had an "electronic" visa in his american passport - at no charge. Whew.
Our flight from Hong Kong was an overnight one - though you try telling that to two excited kids! They were given special kids bags with all sorts of goodies in them and Alex wanted her headset on pronto. Thank goodness for children's tv and the Wiggles!
Alex loves planes and told us on taking off that the vibrations of the plane were tickling her. And she definitely has a taste for speed, calling out on takeoff "faster and faster and faster and faster and - wheeeee! We're going Mummy!" But in the end they must sleep - if only for a little while. Sebastien is already too big to be really comfortable in the plane bassinet.
If I had him he wanted to nurse and was annoying other passengers with his whinging so Daddy to the rescue:
Thank goodness for four seats!
After a mere 9 hour flight we landed in Sydney and were met by Aunty Chelle, Grandie and Poppie - what excitement there was! Grandie and Poppie were lending us a car for our stay in Australia which helped out a lot on our travels. We crammed the luggage (including a double stroller) into the two cars and drove the 3 hours to Canberra. Then it was time to settle in to Aunty Chelle and Uncle B's house - a house full of fun and adventure:
A toy box with dressups - and family members to dress you appropriately (thanks Grandie and Aunty Chelle).

An arcade machine with many games on it - and family members to teach us the tactics (thanks Uncle Pip and Uncle B).


Did I mention dogs? Bruce and Anika kindly let the kids have the run of the house whilst they stayed outside - though the kids wanted to join them at every opportunity. Aunty Chelle even had a box that was promptly turned into Alex's own private kennel.

Grandparents-in-laws with no experience of granddaughters pouring them tea from a "silver" service.
Sebastien fell asleep on just about everyone - Uncle B's reward for babysitting :)
And Grandie got some sleeping baby action too.
But the main event was the wedding - and paking in as many Aussie BBQs as possible in a week for Daddy who would be returning to Xiamen at the end of the week
I come home from my day off and find:
Busted his lip and has many scrapes on his face from falling down some large stone steps. Nothing that'll scar though.
Actually a little over four months as we spent two months in the middle back in Australia. Quite a difference - Alex talks to passersby, throws out little sentences at her brother as they play, plays with other chinese children and throws the occasional sentence at her parents. And yes, we have heard both "Mummy - you're saying it wrong!" and "I don't understand you - you're not teaching me english." when we ask her to do something. Here is a video of Alex speaking some chinese.
After almost a month and a half of preschool and not quite two months in our apartment we have two firsts:
1) Alex falls in the squat toilet at school.
2) We get several noise complaints by our downstairs neighbor.
Now Alex arrived home from school in completely different clothes (she had a spare set at school in case of accidents) and sported a tremendous long and dark bruise on her thigh (that's a nicely scratched mosquito bite on her calf).
Her teachers rang Linlin to explain what had happened - apparently Alex had lost her balance whilst in the bathroom and fallen into the tiled trench toilet. Nice. What was nice, though, was that the teachers laundered her clothes.
A previous Fulbright family had left us many things - including toys - and Alex was very keen on her plastic high heels. Unfortunately our downstairs neighbor was not nearly as keen and he made several visits to us to complain about the amount of noise and also that it started too early in the morning (remember Sebastien was up and ready for the day before 5am most days). He complained about the heavy walking that he could hear and wanted to teach us how to walk properly (though we go barefoot/ sock footed or slippered in the house). He also wanted us to keep the kids in bed until 9am!! I mean, Alex and Brett have to leave by 7.15am most mornings in order to make it to the school bus on time so that wasn't going to happen. I said that I'd try to keep them in bed til 6am - somewhat of a compromise. As well, we banished the high heels and put foam on the floor of the playroom in an effort to dampen the noise. We still had a complaint (this time Brett was home and I was away) and whatever Brett conveyed has meant that we haven't seen our neighbor (other than in passing) since.