The day of our anniversary, on September 24th, the Bondi Junction Faire was happening, basically right outside of our apartment. Though we missed most of it due to late start and trying to get me a used yoga mat, we did manage to experience some of it.
Amelia rode on her first solo ferris wheel. Actually, it was her first ride besides the merry-go-round. Surprisingly she didn't cry or get upset, but had a smile from ear-to-ear and, of course, wanted to ride it again. But at $4 a pop, we thought one was enough.
They had face painting (the most talented face painters I have ever seen!), puppet shows, violin recital by kids, musical storytime, bunnies you could pet and much some arts and crafts. The main drawback is that it started to rain and Amelia was tired and hungry.
She pet a cute bunny, but one of the boys in the pen obviously had some sort of disability, like autism or something, and his mom wasn't in with him, so the kid did something to one of the bunnies. It started to freak the hell out and the handler, who probably had zero training, started to freak out too and kicked all of the kids out in a rather terrifying manner. The kid who caused all of the problems then started to freak out when he was told to leave. They don't have any guidelines for this sort of thing in Australia because after the bunny calmed down (it looked like it had a seizure or something), the young (and I emphasize young) woman put the rabbit in a cage and then let all of the kids back in. You would think there was a time limit for each rabbit, like 5-10 minutes of handling and then put it away for a little break. We didn't go back after that. I figured one less kid in the pen would be better.
That night, my new friend Milly, graciously said she would watch Amelia for us so we could go out to dinner for our anniversary. Amelia had seemed really comfortable with Milly and did not have a nap so we knew she would go to sleep earlier than her usual 9pm.
True to form, she crashed shortly after we left. Milly read her a few books and sang a goodnight song and then that was it. Eric and I went to dinner in
Double Bay (somewhat like Montana Avenue in Santa Monica) at a place called
Pink Salt. It was good. Not outstanding, but so far I have been regularly underwhelmed by the food and overwhelmed by the price.