8 January 2011

I suppose now is as good a time as any to explain to you some of the cultural issues that exist in our family. I was born in Dubai to Indian parents - so I'm brown. Dad was born in Tasmania and has welsh heritage - so he's white. Indian people, for reasons unknown to me, find this combination weirds, inexplicable and maybe even wrong. When we go to the shops, older indian people often stare at us, whisper to each other and generally look at us disapprovingly! I like to ignore it, dad likes to wind them up!

So today we went to an indian cafe for lunch - we went there very often when I was pregnant with you so I wonder if you recognised the smells or noise. Dad wanted to go there for lunch with the added bonus of being able to wind up some people! Once we arrived at the cafe, dad picked you up out of your pram and put you on display! He revelled in it - and of course all the indian stared and whispered even more than usual - you look like a mocha baby you see, so now i guess they found it even more strange than usual!

In the afternoon, Duds and Gianna and little Sabrina came to visit you - they live in Sydney so it was the first time they saw you. You were quiet well behaved and they really liked you! Lucky boy!

In the evening, dad and I went to the movies and had a break - Laura baby sat you for a few hours. We watched a movie called Little Fockers and then we went into Freo for mexican. It was nice to have a break with dad and i'm sure you enjoyed the change of scenery too!

Your skin has gotten quiet dry and I think you have a case of cradle cap. So I have had to start a fairly intensive skin care/massage routine with you twice a day - you seem to enjoy it which makes it easier - but you hate it when I touch your face!