The Armadillo Tales

Trying Something New

2006-03-08T19:24:00.000-08:00

I'm taking advantage of a free 30 day trial at Typepad. Check out The Armadillo Tales blog here. I'm still working on the design so it's pretty fresh right now. Let me know what you think!

Speed Racer Dads

2006-03-07T15:13:00.000-08:00

Mercedes has introduced their new Mercedes R63 AMG. I bet this car tops the wish list of all dads. If you can't tell it's basically a minivan. But it's no ordinary minivan. This "family" vehicle comes strapped with 503 horsepower. Why in the world would a minivan need that much speed? I don’t have the answer for that, but I know if I ask B-Dad he’ll reply, “Why not?”

Of course B-Dad wants one. I’m always teasing him that he should buy a minivan, but now I have to bite my tongue. I just know if I mention that he should get a minivan, he’ll head straight to the nearest Mercedes dealership. Not surprisingly this car can’t be introduced at a worst time. I told B-Dad that I didn’t have a problem with him looking for a new car. His current car doesn’t have a DVD player and rather than getting one installed, it makes more sense to buy a new car. No point in paying for the installation. Ah but hell, B-Dad is the one that brings home the bacon. If we can afford it, why not?

But if he does get this car, mommy gets to drive it too.

Photo from Autoblog

Who's Fooling Who

2006-03-06T16:51:00.000-08:00

Does your toddler have 2 personalities? The “terror at home” personality and the “mellow yellow dude” personality? The armadillo does. When we are at Gymboree or our playdates, he’s so laid back. The armadillo will play nicely with the other children. He's pretty quiet and barely says a word. But when he’s at home, watch out, you’ll get hit by a tantrum, guaranteed. At home he yells, whines, cries, … every undesirable behavior in the book. It's as if all of the bad energy he accumulates, he holds onto till we're home. Then he opens the flood gates and bam! The little terror explodes. But when he’s out playing with other children, he’s so calm. There will be the occasional whine or two, but that’s it. Maybe he’s shy? Shy enough that he doesn’t have the nerve to throw a tantrum in front of his buddies. Or maybe he's trying to make a good impression on the other children and mommies. Sometimes the other mommies will comment on how laid back and how well behaved he is ... Oh ladies, he's got you fooled!

I Loathe Wisteria Trees

2006-03-06T14:49:00.000-08:00

This past weekend the family took their weekly trip to Costco. My shopping list consisted of the usual … milk, baby wipes, juice, etc … Believe it or not I enjoy our trips to the mega warehouse. Sure the place is packed and the people hit the free sample tables as if they haven’t eaten in days. But I take pleasure in our shopping trips because I can carry the lil’ lamb in the Moby wrap. Keeping him close and warm is exceptionally soothing. However little did I know that going to Costco would kick start my seasonal allergies. Entering Costco we noticed that it looked like they put up a forest in the center of the warehouse. There was an arrangement of various trees, plants, and bushes. Lord-y, I could feel my eyes itch and my nose twitching. Not surprisingly later that day my eyes started to get that prickly feeling. I wanted to rub my corneas till they bled. Then I got the annoying nasal drip. I loathe the dripping as it’s not enough to blow, but enough to need a tissue. How I abhor these allergy symptoms.

It just starting pouring outside as the weatherman predicted. I love when it rains … it’s the perfect time to get a good cup of hot coffee, get cozy under a blanket and read a good book … of course this only applies to people who do not have to take care of an infant and toddler, like me. Ah such is my life.

B-Dad and Lil' Lamb

2006-03-04T17:01:00.000-08:00

B-Dad gets the “Good Pappy” award today. While we were at Target this morning, our little lamb [note: changing his nickname to “Lamb” … he makes noises that sound like “baaaa baaaa”] was getting hungry. B-Dad offered to feed the Lamb and surprise … he changed his diaper as well. I was able to browse around with the armadillo. That felt a bit weird since I’m always cruising the aisles of Target with two little ones, not just one. But silly me, I felt a bit lonely without my lamb and also leaving B-Dad alone with him. So I increased my cruising speed and shopped in the least amount of time I’ve ever spent in that store. Naturally I forgot to pick up some items that were on my list.

Also give a gold star to Target for having a changing table in the men’s restroom!

Whimper

2006-03-02T15:47:00.000-08:00

As I put the armadillo down for his nap today I heard what sounded to be like whimpering. It wasn’t coming from the armadillo. I listened for it again as I left his room and there it was. It was almost like a dog whimpering. I immediately thought of the dogs outside. “Were they hurt?” “What happened?” As I took a few more steps heading to go outside I realized where that noise was coming from. What an idiot.

It was my nose.

Oooooooohhhhhhhhh ... You're In Tru-buuul

2006-03-01T16:54:00.000-08:00

I'm glad this isn't my son ... click here for full story.

The 5th Horseman

2006-03-01T15:54:00.000-08:00

I recently finished The 5th Horseman by James Patterson. After reading the book I’ve come away disappointed. This story was too easy and simple compared to his other books like “Kiss the Girls” or “Jack and Jill”. I enjoy the Alex Cross series more compared to the Women’s Murder Club books. Though I was dissatisfied with this book I still consider James Patterson one of my favorite authors and always willing to give his books a read.

Looking Back

2006-03-01T15:39:00.000-08:00

Here’s another first for me. Riding on the theme of “places where the armadillo falls asleep”, I have another one to add to the list. This afternoon he fell asleep across the arm of our leather chair, with his head on my chest. How I wished I could have taken a picture. I was feeling a little drowsy myself so it took me a few minutes before I realized he was sleeping. The weight on my chest was slowly getting heavier and his head was slowly starting to fall little by little. How bizarre! I’ve been having the armadillo go without his morning naps lately so that he would take longer afternoon naps. Plus the fact that we get home earlier and he has extra playtime at home, gives the armadillo more of an opportunity to expel all of that energy. Having him fall asleep on me, sort of, brings me back to when the armadillo was just an infant. He would fall asleep on me and how I cherished those moments. Little things like this gently remind me of how precious the armadillo and his little brother are. It also prompts me to note that I’d better take advantage of these moments as they will quickly disappear as they get older. I feel gloomy just thinking about when that day comes.

Armadillo-Approved

2006-02-28T14:18:00.000-08:00

I was just telling B-Dad a couple days ago about how the armadillo only seems to fall asleep either in his crib or in his car seat. He rarely sleeps in his stroller much less anywhere else. Well I was proved wrong yesterday. After a morning of climbing, running, and walking around I think it’s safe to assume that the armadillo was just a little bit tired. When we got home I carried him inside as he had fallen asleep in the car. I took off his shoes and proceeded to put him down, standing up. I figured that was the easiest way to make sure he woke up. But the armadillo threw me for a loop. He was standing, straightening up, saw the carpet in the living room and walked to the edge. The armadillo then ensued to lie down. I thought he was playing until I noticed that his eyes were closed and he wasn’t getting up. In my mind I was thinking, “Ah, he’s going to get up soon … there’s no way he’s comfortable lying there.” Again I was wrong. A few minutes passed and he was still sleeping there. I think it's safe to assume B-Dad and I made the right choice in picking the carpet we have.

It's Armadillo-approved.

Psycha-dillo

2006-02-25T17:22:00.000-08:00

I was revisiting some older pictures of the armadillo and came across this one. Isn't he adorable? Aside from the plastic knife he's holding of course ...

Music Class, Here We Come

2006-02-24T16:26:00.000-08:00

I made the trek to the armadillo’s Gymboree Music class today. We all survived … Whew! I carried the little buckaroo [my nickname for the littlest one because he behaves as if he’s on a buckin’ bronco when we try to burp him on our shoulders … swaying back and forth, side to side … this little guy has a powerful neck muscle] in the Moby Wrap. It was a little bit tricky to participate in the class with the armadillo and me carrying the little buckaroo, but I supposed we managed fine. We haven’t been to the class for obvious reasons thus I could tell that the armadillo was a tad shy in class at the beginning. He was clingy and wouldn’t get off my lap but when the instruments came out, clear a path! The armadillo joyfully participated pounding the sticks together, swinging the scarves around, and experimenting with each musical instrument available. I felt good watching the armadillo having an enjoyable time. He had even a better time climbing on the play structures after class. So good that he was running away from me when I told him that we had to leave. Oh don’t you love that?! I eventually had to tell him that mama was leaving without him. That got him upset and he followed me out of the play area. I don’t mean to trouble him, but it usually works as a last resort tactic.

But I know sooner or later the armadillo is going to call my bluff, then what do I do?

King of the Little Ladder

2006-02-23T16:21:00.000-08:00

Hooray! We made it to our playgroup’s park date today. Of course we were there 45 minutes later than the meeting time, but I can’t expect much, including being on time. It was a marvelous park. The play structures were age appropriate for my armadillo and the weather was perfect. I think the armadillo had a fab time climbing and playing with the sand. I wish I knew there was sand then I could have brought the sand toys I bought for him. Well there’s always next time. It was wonderful to see the moms and their little ones again. The group has grown immensely in such a short time. I know there were members there that recently joined, but unfortunately I didn’t get to meet them. I did get a chance to talk to the other women I have met before. The little sprout was snug as a bug in the wrap. He slept the whole time so it made it easier for me to keep an eye on the armadillo.

I thought it was a bit strange and amusing that the armadillo would get possessive of a ladder. On one of the play structures you have to climb a short ladder, only about 4 rungs to get to the top of a slide. Naturally I just assumed the armadillo would climb up to get to the slide, slide down, then climb back up. I was mistaken. The armadillo was obsessed with the ladder and proceeded to go up and down … up and down … up and down. When other children wanted to climb up, a mini whine ensued. So instead of becoming king of the mountain, my armadillo wanted to be king of the little ladder. He would probably have started collecting toll charges if we stayed longer. Of course these toll charges would increase next month. Maintenance costs, etc … you know how it goes ...

Sip of Ranch Dressing

2006-02-22T17:04:00.000-08:00

Who needs milk when I have ranch dressing? Lately the armadillo has taken to “drinking” dipping sauces instead of dipping his food in it. He has been in this imitation phase where he sees B-Dad and I using dipping sauces and he wants to do the same. So we give him a little spoonful of ranch dressing for his pita bread, but he leaves the pita on the side and brings the bowl to his face … slurping away. Yum. He’s lost the whole concept of dipping. The armadillo rather drink the ketchup than dunk his fries in it. I think it’s nasty but the armadillo loves it. Goes with my creed … “If it keeps him happy and doesn’t harm him, let him keep it.”

It's Not Gas

2006-02-21T16:10:00.000-08:00

You know how they say that babies at a young age are not really smiling in the way that you and I smile, but that it’s gas. I like to think that he just had a happy thought at the moment B-Dad took this picture. But on the other hand, he has such a gorgeous smile, I could care less what the reason behind it is. Say cheese!

TP

2006-02-21T16:09:00.000-08:00

B-Dad ~

You thought I was picky about the replacing the toilet paper roll … check out this story.

What's in Your Diaper?

2006-02-17T15:35:00.000-08:00

Me – “What’s that smell?”

B-Dad – “Huh?”

Me – “I think the armadillo pooped.”

Armadillo – (sitting next to me)

B-Dad – looking at the armadillo, “Did you poop?”

Me – looking at the armadillo, “Did you go poopy?”

Armadillo – stares at the both of us for a second, smiles sheepishly, then laughs his head off

Another one of those priceless moments I wished I captured on video and then played back at the armadillo's wedding reception.

No More Waffle Cones

2006-02-16T15:36:00.000-08:00

The armadillo is still battling this cold so we decided not to meet up with the other moms today. His nose is still running and he’s coughing therefore being outdoors at the park would have been a terrible idea, especially since the weather forecast called for cooler temperatures. I don’t want the armadillo getting any sicker. On top of the armadillo’s cold, we haven’t been to Gymboree since the little sprout was born as well. What’s a SAHM and her 2 little boys to do? That always seems to be the eternal question these days. I need to get out of the house at least once a day, and what would keep my boys semi-occupied at the same time. I couldn’t go to my favorite store, Target. We’ve already been there twice this week. Oh yes, twice already and it’s only Thursday. B-Dad's busy at work so he can't meet us for lunch. So I decided to go to the mall ... AGAIN. Booooh-ring. The mall just doesn't hold the same appeal to me as it did before the little sprout arrived. I used to take the armadillo to the bookstore and let him walk around, I'd take him to the center area of the mall to walk/run around, I'd buy him waffle cones as a special treat, etc ... That's all changed. I don’t yet have the courage or the game plan to let the armadillo run around in the bookstore or the center area of the mall. The center area has 3 levels and I’m afraid the armadillo is not going to be able to navigate the steps carefully and take a tumble. I won’t be able to watch the armadillo as carefully as I want to since I also have to keep one eye on the little sprout too. Every time we walk past the center area, the armadillo points to it and tries to verbalize to me that he wants to play over there. Alas, I have to pretend I don’t understand and quickly walk past. How miserable for the armadillo. On top of not being able to play, the ice cream store where I buy waffle cones for the armadillo have closed up. What's a trip to the mall without our waffle cones?

It's a Boy

2006-02-15T16:00:00.000-08:00

The other day I received a package. Inside the package was a porcelain bootie with the little sprout’s information [name, birth date, weight, and height] engraved. It was sent by my obstetrician’s office. I thought it was a pleasant gesture and very generous of them, but there was just one thing wrong. They sent us a pink bootie. Oh yeah, the pink one. One would assume they would double check the gender but I guess not. Bighearted as it was it’s a shame. If you know a baby that was born on January 23 of this year, send me an email. If the baby’s name matches my little sprout’s name, I’ll send you the bootie. Oh yeah, make sure the baby is a girl.

Smooches

2006-02-14T16:17:00.000-08:00

Inequality Among Boys

2006-02-14T16:13:00.000-08:00

Where’s the equality among boys and girls when it comes to clothing and accessories? Having 2 boys I find it so exasperating when the selection I have to choose from when shopping is 1/3 the size of the collections for girls. Do manufacturers/companies believe that boys wear less clothes than girls? Do they believe that the parents of little boys enjoy doing more cycles of laundry because boys have less clothes? Or do they believe that just because I have 2 boys that I despise going shopping for them? Or is there a lack of creativity among children’s designers when it comes to boys’ clothing? It infuriates me when I see that the girls’ selection outweighs the boys 2:1. This is probably the reason why I look more towards shopping for the armadillo and his little brother at online boutiques. Some of my favorites include Uncommonly Cute, Black Wagon, Born Hip, Baby Wit, Appaman, etc … Oh and another thing, why when it comes to gender-neutral clothing, manufacturers choose yellow as the color? Since when does “yellow” go both ways? I’ve never seen a yellow tee as being masculine. Not unless it has a screen print of Ahh-nold on it … “I’ll be back”.

Wrap Him Up

2006-02-13T16:08:00.000-08:00

I never carried the armadillo in a baby carrier/sling/wrap and thinking about it now I regret it. Before the armadillo’s little brother was born I purchased a Moby Wrap. After trying on a few slings/wraps I decided on the Moby Wrap. It’s a 6 meter length wrap made out of soft stretchy cotton. There are no buckles, snaps, or rings. You just simply wrap the material around yourself as directed. There are instructions for carrying your child in a number of different positions. Right now I like to carry the little sprout in the newborn hold. The little sprout is in the fetal position with his head resting on my chest. I adore carrying him like this. It’s so comforting and reassuring for the little sprout and myself. What I enjoy about the Moby Wrap is that it is comfortable to wear, there are a number of holds I can use, and I get to spend some skin-to-skin time with my little sprout. When I think about that, I lament about not having that experience with the armadillo. We did have a Baby Bjorn Sport Carrier but I could never get comfortable with using that. I tried the Hip Hammock, but also never got cozy with that one either. I wished I found about the Moby Wrap when the armadillo was born. It would have been delightful to carry the armadillo when he was a tiny baby.

Update on the armadillo’s cold … he’s in the coughing stage right now. Couple nights ago B-Dad had to give him a breathing treatment. The armadillo was wheezing a little. His breathing is better now, though I can hear mucus in his chest when he breathes sometimes. If he still has that tomorrow I may take him to the doctor. At least he’s in good spirits … still running around and causing the usual havoc. I'm sure the cats love that!

Help Wanted

2006-02-09T22:37:00.000-08:00

Help wanted: part-time armadillo wrangler while at a public park! Today was the many of first’s. The armadillo, myself, and my little sprout went to the park today to meet the other mommies/kids. I was a bit nervous going to a park with the both of them. I wasn’t sure how I was going to set this up. Do I bring a stroller? Do I leave the little sprout in his car seat? Or do I put him in my wrap? Do I put just the armadillo in the stroller? What supplies do I bring? Questions, questions, questions … I opted to put the armadillo in the stroller, put the little sprout in the Moby Wrap, and bring snacks for the armadillo and the little sprout’s bottle. I think after today carrying the little sprout in the wrap and chasing after the armadillo may not work so well. It’s a little tricky climbing after the armadillo with a baby wrapped in front of you. But then again, chasing the armadillo would take me away from the little sprout if I left him in the car seat/stroller. I’m not sure what the best scenario is other than avoiding the park altogether, which by the way is not an alternative for us. The armadillo needs his playdates/exercise. Ah I’m sure I’ll figure out something. I’d better …

The armadillo did cause my heart to skip a beat at the park today. He managed to climb up a play structure and was leaning towards a spiral pole of sorts which was setup about a ½ foot from the border of the structure. Oh damn if he wasn’t holding on to something. I yelled to him to stop right there and thankfully managed to detour the armadillo to another area. Whew! That would have been some fall. I hate to even think of it. [Cringe]

No Gymboree class tomorrow ... I think the armadillo is catching a cold ... poor baby.

Rejected

2006-02-08T15:57:00.000-08:00

Recently I was let go in my job as the armadillo's bedtime story reader. Needless to say that I am disappointed and I find it just a wee bit heartbreaking. Okay not a wee bit, a huge bit. Ever since I was admitted to the hospital the armadillo has preferred to having B-Dad read him his stories. Those two nights away from me must have pushed B-Dad up to the coolest bedtime story reader position, which I previously held. These days when it’s time for the armadillo to go to bed, B-Dad carries him to his room, and automatically the word “Bye” can be heard from the armadillo, accompanied by the obligatory wave. This of course is directed at me. This is what it has come to currently. Earlier it started with the armadillo saying “no” when I would start to read his stories. B-Dad and I thought that he didn’t like the story I was reading. It turned out that he wanted B-Dad to read the story, not me. The armadillo would point at the book and gestured that he wanted to hold the book. I would give it to him and he would pass it on to B-Dad for him to read. After a couple of nights the armadillo would not only take the book from me to give to B-Dad, but he would then look at me and say “Bye”. Wow, I can take a hint. Now the armadillo is content with B-Dad taking him into his room, without me, and having his stories read by his pappy. I guess I should be somewhat relieved as that frees me up to watch the little sprout in my room. But hell, no one likes rejection, especially when it's from one of your own.

Juggling

2006-02-07T16:00:00.000-08:00

Wow I did it! Today was the first day that I took both my little boys out on my own. We went to a Krafty Kids event that my mom’s meetup group planned. It was held at one of the member’s house and I thought that was an easy enough environment to bring the two of them. When we got there the armadillo was somewhat hesitant to enter the house but once he stepped in and saw all of his buddies he took off like a shot! It was great to see him interacting with the other kids and having fun. He must have been a bit bored the past couple of weeks just hanging out with mommy and B-Dad. This was an ideal change of pace for the armadillo. I was pleasantly surprised at how well behave he was. He played nicely, shared, and didn’t make a big fuss about things. My little sprout slept contently in his car seat for the first hour we were there. Of course his tummy woke him up and he wanted food … now! There was the real test. How to feed the little sprout and watch the roving armadillo at the same time. I think I managed that pretty well. Of course I couldn’t watch him every minute, but thankfully I caught him before he ate most of the glitter from a glitter pen he got a hold of. Oh yes, and I stopped him before he chewed off the tip of a pen. I guess I can’t expect him not to put everything in his mouth, but I can at least dream it. All in all I would say that my outing with my 2 boys went well. The armadillo had fun and the little sprout was content. Whew … 1 day down and many many more to come …

I Just Don't Know About This ...

2006-02-06T17:18:00.000-08:00

Home Alone with the Boys

2006-02-06T16:21:00.000-08:00

Today was my first day with the boys without B-Dad. He went back to work … slacker. [Joke] All last night I was thinking of ways to make things easier for the three of us. Who do I take upstairs first? Do I change them downstairs or in the bedroom? How long can I leave the armadillo downstairs to get things from upstairs. Can I carry my glass of water and the little sprout upstairs without dropping one or the other? What if I have to go to the bathroom? How do I do tha? Ah the questions that run through my mind. I then figured that I would just have to wait and see till tomorrow to determine how to do things.

The armadillo is still adjusting to the little sprout. This morning the armadillo threw his usual tantrums because I couldn’t pick him up. I was feeding the little sprout at the time and unfortunately there was nothing I could do. Oh the armadillo was furious. I feel a bit of pity but there’s nothing I could do. I remind myself that when he gets older he won’t remember the first months when he feels as if he has to compete for attention. It’s to be expected though. I just hope that the armadillo gets pass this stage soon.

The little sprout had his first doctor’s appointment today. He’s gained a good amount of weight and has grown ½ inch since his birth. How quickly they develop. The poor little sprout also received his hepatitis shot. Owie! His poor face turned a deep purple when he got the shot. It was one of those where the mouth is wide open as if he was screaming but there was no sound coming out. Oh I hate those!

I think it’s going to storm tonight. No I haven’t looked at the weather forecast. The armadillo ate only 2 criss-cut fries from Carl’s Jr. That’s a first. Normally he eats at least ½ the order. Something weird is going to happen … I just know it.

Can We Still Call It Hawaiian Pizza?

2006-02-03T16:54:00.000-08:00

Del Monte is planning on stopping pineapple operations in Hawaii in a couple of years. Sad, but a fact of life. According to Del Monte it's cheaper to produce pineapple in other areas. That brings up the question, that if they stop producing pineapple in Hawaii, does that mean anything made with pineapple cannot be called “Hawaiian-something-or-otherwise” in it? For example, a burger with a pineapple can no longer be called the “Hawaiian Burger”? I honestly hope so. Having been born and raised in the 50th state then moving up to the mainland, I never understood the whole connection between pineapple and Hawaii. I know yes after the sugar cane companies left, pineapple was the #1 agricultural product in Hawaii, but I don’t think that qualifies to call something “Hawaiian” because it has a yellow ring on it. For me growing up, I rarely ate pineapple unless someone had opened a can of pineapple chunks or made a fruit salad. To the best of my recollection I can’t recall my family making a main dish with pineapple in it, dessert yes, entrée no. Ah but that’s just my 2 cents. Click here for the full story …

Rachel Ray I am Not

2006-02-02T17:23:00.000-08:00

I’m no Rachel Ray that’s for sure. That being said, I feel special today. Why you ask? Well it’s because the superb group of women from my mom’s meetup group provided me and my family with prepared meals. How awesome is that?! It means so much to me that these lovely ladies took the time to arrange something for my family to eat. There were even a couple of dishes from women I’ve never met before! Talk about generosity. I only hope that I can do something in return for these delightful women. I can say that having people bring by food is such a huge help when you have a newborn in the family. Who has time to cook or even think about what’s for dinner. It was also very kind of our group’s organizer to drop off the meals to our home. She’s a delightful woman who has a charming 3 year old daughter. Thank you ladies!

Let's Do It Again

2006-01-31T11:13:00.000-08:00

Having a newborn in the house again is wonderful, especially when that little baby is yours, all yours. We brought our son home last week and he’s been an absolute joy. Of course there are the feedings every 2-3 hours, more poopy diapers, etc … but it makes it all worthwhile when you look at your beloved little one. His tiny features and the absolute fragility of his being is breathtaking to me. I’m in awe every time I think back that this petite baby was growing in my tummy.

I have yet to give him a “name” like my armadillo. So for now we’ll continue to refer to him as the hormone. The hormone decided to make his entrance 2 weeks early, like his older brother. They say that the 2nd delivery for a woman is faster and in my case that held true. By the time I got to the hospital I was 8 cm dilated! Talk about making it quick. I was so worried that they wouldn’t give me the compulsory epidural. I told the nurses that I HAD to have it. Luckily I was able to get an epidural but that wasn’t without problems of its own. It must have took the anesthesiologist a ½ hour to get that thing in. The hospital had some sort of contraption that you’re supposed to lean on to make it easier but I swear that thing wasn’t made for someone who is height-challenged like myself. I wasn’t having fun that’s for sure. The anesthesiologist kept telling me to stick my back out all the while the contractions were hitting me every 2 minutes. After the 5th missed prick of the numbing medicine needle I told them that this contraption was hindering my ability to push my back out. I pushed the thing aside and sure enough he was able to get the line in on the next try. Gawd damn … and he thought it was because I had scoliosis. Oh brother. But it’s a good thing I had some rational thought in me amongst all of the excruciating contractions. I wasn’t about to bitch out the anesthesiologist … this person can be a laboring woman’s best friend. I’m sure some of you will agree. All in all I was in labor for a little under 6 hours. That was ½ the time I was in labor with the armadillo. I was so thankful that I didn’t have to go through that again.

But it’s like what a lot of mothers believe, after seeing my beautiful baby for the first time, I would definitely go through it all over again.

Time Out

2006-01-28T23:02:00.000-08:00

Just a quick update … the hormone is here! We’re elated and exhausted. Needing some well deserved rest time, I will be taking a bit of break from posting. I hope to be updating here soon!

This Body is Clean ... I Hope

2006-01-22T15:06:00.000-08:00

Well I believe that my body is free of the toxins that poisoned it earlier this weekend. At least I hope it is. I feel much better … whew. B-Dad has been such a great help taking care of the armadillo this weekend. He’s been changing the armadillo’s diapers, getting the armadillo dressed, etc … I am so thankful that he’s around. I’m not looking forward to the fact that tomorrow is Monday and it’s just me and the armadillo. Bummer. But I presume that I’ll manage. That leads me to think about single parents. I don’t know how single parents do it especially when they get sick. I think there should be a book written by single parents with tips and tricks. Maybe there’s something already out there. If there is I’m curious to see what has been written. But then again, when you’re in a situation where you have to do things like changing diapers because there is nobody else to do it, you manage to find a way. Whether you want to or not I suppose. It has to be done.

My Own Exorcism

2006-01-20T15:51:00.000-08:00

I just got the best birthday and anniversary gift last night. My loving husband of 4 years has so graciously passed onto me the ever so delightful stomach virus. Yes that’s right. What a man, what a man. That virus hit me like a freight train last night. I was fine then all of a sudden … bathroom for 1 … all night. It’s probably one of the worst stomach flu viruses I’ve come across. Ugh. The combination of being hapai and having this stomach flu is not a cup of tea. I was just hoping that I didn’t go into labor last night. Going into labor is pain enough. I didn’t want to have to deal with the additional grief of my body going through its own version of an exorcism.

It’s such bad timing as well. The mom’s meetup group is having a mom’s night out tonight and I desperately wanted to go. I mentioned to B-Dad last night that I can’t remember the last night I went out with friends without the armadillo. Unfortunately I had to cancel. I didn’t think the other mamas would have appreciated a stomach flu carrier sitting at their table, sharing food and having conversations. I hope that there will be another get-together next month.

What’s strange though about being hapai and having this stomach flu is that I’m hungry. I know I shouldn’t eat anything that will upset my stomach, but I’m craving the ice cream cake that B-Dad bought for me last night. It’s sitting in the freezer right now. Oh how life just keeps testing your will to survive.

Baby DVD's According to The Onion

2006-01-19T16:13:00.000-08:00

Saw this picture on The Onion. I think it’s hilarious. I have to admit that I do have the armadillo watch DVD’s in the car, though the rides are only about 10-15 minutes so I don’t think of Elmo as my babysitter. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, if you think it’s a bad idea to have your little one watch DVD’s at a young age it’s because you don’t have to sit in the car with the armadillo and I. 15 minutes is a long time to listen to a screaming toddler. I’d rather listen to Elmo sing his songs and talk about families, then listen to the armadillo’s whining and ranting. At home there are no DVD’s just TIVO. We have setup TIVO to record Oobi, Dora, Sesame Street and Diego. The armadillo enjoys Oobi the most. It is a shame that there are no Oobi DVD’s out yet. I’d pop that in the DVD player in a heartbeat if I knew I could have the 5 minutes I need to throw some dishes in the dishwasher without the armadillo touching every single item that I put in.

"What do you do all day?"

2006-01-19T15:56:00.000-08:00

Wow I finished a book. Yes that’s right. I finished reading a book. Took me longer than normal but I did it. The book is called “What do you do all day” by Amy Scheibe. It was a pretty good read. The book chronicles the pains, pleasures and play-dates of a stay-at-home mother. I’m sure a lot of us mommies could relate to this story. I am fortunate that I don’t have to worry about trying to make conversations with the uppity snobs that the mother in this story meets at her daughter’s exclusive school. The mamas I’ve met so far have been terrific and lovely. Gee I’m craving a sandwich with mayo in it. I don’t know why I just thought of that, but I am thinking of a bologna sandwich with a little mayonnaise. Damn, and of course I can’t eat the bologna. The whole pregnant woman shouldn’t eat cold meats. How sucky! But back to the book … I would definitely recommend this read to others. In my book I’ll give it an A-.

What's the Address

2006-01-18T22:23:00.000-08:00

We’ve been living in our house for over a couple of years now and I have yet to get some return address labels. I know it may not be a necessity to some but I’m just tired of writing our names and addresses on all of my correspondences and packages. Plus I’m always seeing these hip and stylish designs from a number of online boutiques. So I bit the bullet. I just ordered these fabulous return address labels from an online boutique In a Baby Carriage. In a Baby Carriage offers an assortment of fabulous designs celebrating your baby’s announcements, invitations, thank you cards, return address labels, and more. Another incentive aside from the stylish designs is that you can get a 15% discount when entering the coupon code MWS in the comments section. [Courtesy of the Mommies with Style blog.] Now I’m totally excited and can’t wait for the labels to arrive!

Can't Digest Goldfish

2006-01-17T22:19:00.000-08:00

I think the armadillo is allergic to goldfish. Not the goldfish that live in water and swim in fishbowls and named Dorothy. I’m referring to the ones that have that tiny smile, flavored with cheese, and they’re small enough that I’ve seen little ones shove a whole handful into their mouth at one time. Something about those little fish crackers appear to give the armadillo diarrhea. No joke. I’ve been thinking it must have been something else, but today at our playgroup get together I saw him sneak about 5 goldfish crackers in his mouth and wham! There was a runny mess in his diaper later this afternoon. Lucky me. Fortunately it doesn’t appear to upset his stomach much as he doesn’t get overly fussy, but he does get gassy and has a couple of explosions. He laughs at it and so do I. It’s a shame though about the goldfish. It has to be one of the ideal snacks for a toddler to eat. Plus the fact that the armadillo loves the way they taste. Ah oh well. At least he has his honey balls, cheerios, ritz crackers, oyster crackers, etc … I have to remember to keep him away from goldfish crackers at future playgroup get-togethers. I don’t want to deal with squishy smelly diapers if I don’t have to.

I Can't Believe He's Dead

2006-01-17T17:07:00.000-08:00

Spoiler Alert … Well did you watch it? Both nights? We did and it was amazing. Within the first five minutes of the show President Palmer is dead and I was in shock. One of my favorite characters in the show and they kill him off. That was totally unexpected. Then Michelle is killed by a car bomb and Tony is seriously injured. Next we see Chloe running from the same people whom assassinated President Palmer. What was going on? Damn, I was afraid the surprises they were throwing at us viewers would send me to the hospital. Thankfully that didn’t happen but I know the hormone must have been wondering why my blood pressure was going up and down. He was moving and kicking around more than usual during the first 10 minutes of the show. You know if he did decide to make his first appearance that night we’d have to name him Keifer.

Oh Yet Another One

2006-01-16T15:06:00.000-08:00

Ok, I did it yet again. I bought another diaper bag but I couldn’t help it. It was such a good deal. Normally these Timi & Leslie bags sell for $150, but they were only $59 on Nordstrom’s website. How could any mommy resist? 60% off!!! Well this one couldn’t. I’m hoping there’s nothing wrong with it. But it’s selling on Nordstrom’s website so I figure it has to be of good quality. Plus if I don’t like it I can always return it to the store. I’m not sure if B-Dad knows about the purchase yet, but he will when it arrives. Yikes. I’ll make sure I switch between this one and the PBK one I received every so often.

Speaking of the Pottery Barn Kids diaper bag I got that one last week. Oh I love it! It’s durable, stylish and I can wear it like a back pack. So far I haven’t seen any other mamas carry this bag around which is a relief. I hate it when I’m out and about with the armadillo and I see a mama carry the same bag I have. I’m started to feel that way about my beloved and much desired Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bags. I love their style but lately I’ve been seeing more and more mamas with this bag on their stroller. But if someone were to buy the PBB bag for me hell I wouldn’t complain one bit!

Jack is Back

2006-01-15T10:46:00.000-08:00

The main man, Jack Bauer is showing his stuff tonight on the long awaited 5th season premiere of “24”. B-Dad and I have waited for ages it seems for this new season to begin. Like so many others we are avid fans of “24”. There is a 2 hour premiere tonight with another 2 hour show tomorrow night. We’re hoping that the hormone will be gracious and wait until we can watch all 4 hours before causing a commotion.

We’ve got our TIVO’s set and ready to go. If you’re unfamiliar to this show click here to get a recap.

Give them Cake

2006-01-13T15:58:00.000-08:00

Yesterday the armadillo and I attended our mom’s playgroup and its January birthday celebrations for the little ones who had/have birthdays this month. It was such a fabulous event. The location was ideal and I loved the fact that the gymnasium was carpeted. Who would have thought there was such a thing? I didn’t have to worry so much about the armadillo falling and hurting himself. Though now that I think of it, he did fall off a chair and hit his head. We can’t go one day without having some sort of head trauma, the poor armadillo.

Speaking of the armadillo, he had fun playing with the toys the other mommies brought. Toys belonging to someone else are always the most fun it seems. Isn't that a funny thing? It’s a good thing the toy owner wasn’t so concerned but the armadillo did run into some resistance with specific toys from other kids. Of course the armadillo put up his own battles here and there, so he wasn’t completely innocent from starting his own struggles.

It was enjoyable seeing the mommies I’ve met previously, meeting new ones, and seeing mommies I haven’t seen in a while. It’s fortunate that this group has a membership of fabulous women. I know how women can get a bit catty at times, and I’m hoping we don’t run into that in the future.

What I fancy most about this mothers’ group is the conversations. Though they may not last long at times as we are all chasing one child or another around the park, play center, etc … Having some adult conversation with someone other than your husband is priceless. Plus who wouldn’t want to have cake and ice cream at 10:00 in the morning?!

Elmo's Spell

2006-01-12T15:56:00.000-08:00

Let me introduce the new members of Elmo’s fan club … mama, B-Dad and the armadillo. I never thought that this little red creature could be so hypnotic. B-Dad and I have taken to play an Elmo DVD while we're driving around. I know if the armadillo’s pediatrician read this she would freak, but she doesn’t have to drive around with him everyday whining and screaming that he wants out of his car seat. What a nightmare. You would have thought he was being strapped in a strait jacket and made to watch re-runs of "Friends". It’s such a blessing that we bought a car with a DVD player already installed. I can just turn on the DVD, Elmo starts talking, and the armadillo is riveted. Before you start to judge me as a parent and the evils of watching TV, if the armadillo would sit content during the drives I’d think twice about popping in a DVD. Hell I’d rather listen to my new Lifehouse CD, but that’s just not a viable option right now.

So anyway, what’s wrong with 15 minutes of watching Elmo? No harm done I figure. It’s not as if Elmo is carrying an automatic weapon saying (in a foreign accent) "Let me introduce you to my little friend" while blowing Cookie Monster away ...

What's Your Name

2006-01-11T15:01:00.000-08:00

The countdown is on and we’re almost down to the seconds and we still don’t have a baby name. Granted I want to have a few to choose from for when the day arrives but we’re not even there yet. It’s a complicated process as most names that I adore do not go well with our last name. Due to the way our last name is spelt and pronounced numerous names are automatically eliminated. My all time favorite name “Chase” is out. How heartbreaking. Of course the names that I would love to have on my short list are the ones that sound strange with our surname. Another thing complicating the baby name process is how do we follow up with the armadillo’s name? I absolutely adore his name and it’s perfect with our last name. It’s strong yet simple. It’s just right. I’ve been looking at baby name sites hoping to find some first-rate suggestions, but it hasn’t been easy. They are either too complicated, too common, or that I know someone whose child has the same name. I know that last reason shouldn’t matter, but it’s odd to give your child the name someone else’s child has. It’s like plagiarism. Ah well who said life was fair? Not me that’s for sure.

Birth Center

2006-01-09T16:51:00.000-08:00

Last week we went on a tour of the birth center at the hospital we will be delivering at. Just visiting that place brings back memories of my delivery of the armadillo. There was the monitors, the baby warmer, the bed, and oh my favorites … the stirrups. Though I don’t think I used them. Oh the anguish and the joy. Getting back to the birth center tour, I didn’t think there would be many people taking the tours but I was surprised by the number of hapai women in the area. The tours ran every 15 minutes for 2 ½ hours and there were at least 5 women in each group. All in all everything looked satisfactory. At least all of the rooms were private. I couldn’t imagine sharing a room with another woman postpartum. I remember the armadillo’s delivery and was glad to have the privacy I needed. It’s strange how the labor and delivery rooms were so much larger than the postpartum rooms. Last time while I was in labor, I was in the bed the whole time, not needing the space. But with the recovery I wish I had more room. I guess we’ll see how it goes.

There was a family on the tour who had their son with them. I’m guessing he was probably close to 3 years old. Our luck the tour ran for about 30 minutes and the boy had a poopy diaper. I always found it strange how I can smell another child’s poop before the parents. Or maybe it’s just the parents ignoring the fact that the child had gone #2. I guess being with a group of parents and parents-to-be that we’d all be a little more forgiving, but I was sure glad when the tour was over. I mean we took elevators and stood in rooms. The odor never left. It was the same thing today at Gymboree. A boy pooped and I smelled it immediately when he started playing around the armadillo. After about 15 minutes the mother took him out to change his diaper. At first I thought the armadillo farted but then recognized it wasn’t him but the other boy.

I wonder if that’s the way it is with the armadillo when he goes poop in public. Am I the last one to smell it? Does everyone within a 50 feet radius get a whiff of it before I do? Do they think dirty thoughts about the parents whom they believe is "ignoring" the stench? Ah but no matter what people think when they smell it, I’m pretty darn sure that I’m the one that’s going to be cleaning it up. Whoopee!

The Office

2006-01-09T16:05:00.000-08:00

Have you seen an episode of The Office on NBC? If you answered “No”, then my question to you is “Why the hell not?!”. The Office has got to be one of the, if not THE, funniest show on TV today.

B-Dad and I laugh like crazy every time we watch this show. It’s only 30 minutes and I wish it was at least an hour. I believe it airs on Thursday night now, so set your TIVO to record and you won’t regret it.

For a synopsis of the show click here.

Can I Complain Again

2006-01-07T08:48:00.000-08:00

Can I just make a complaint about my neighbors again? Bejezus, those people, I don’t know what they are thinking. It’s not only the fact that the confetti is STILL strewn across our front lawn but yesterday one of their kids was drawing with chalk on MY driveway. I just don’t get why these people can’t see that as being inconsiderate and rude. Draw on your own driveway. B-Dad and I didn’t buy this house with the long driveway so you, the Weaver family, as I’ll refer to them going forward [if you watched the Amazing Race 8 Family Edition you’ll know whom I’m referring to], can have your kids draw on it. I mean the least they could have done is ask B-Dad or I if they can draw on it. I’m so ready to go over there and tell them a thing or two but I’m so disturbed my their latest actions that I’m afraid I’m going to say something I’ll regret. I want to get the hose out and wash out the confetti from the yard and direct it towards their yard. I also want to wash off that chalk drawings off my driveway right in front of them. I have the urge to get a marker and leave my artistic creations on their driveway.

“Where the h$11 is my Sharpie marker?”

Thank Goodness

2006-01-06T16:53:00.000-08:00

He’ll be back! At least for one more season. I’ll drink to that … well with my glass of water on the rocks. I’m hoping that Dallas can at least get a playoff win under Parcells. See full story.

I Did it Again

2006-01-06T15:37:00.000-08:00

I just bought another diaper bag. But I have a good excuse. B-Dad and I went through all of the diaper bags I already have and put them in storage bins. Seeing that I only have access to the diaper bag I am currently using, I need a spare for just-in-case moments. Did you buy that? I know B-Dad won’t. Oh well we'll deal with that later. Buuuuttttt .... this diaper bag looks so fab and it converts into a backpack which is one feature I find necessary. I saw this diaper bag on a fabulous mommy blog and knew I had to have it. It cost less than $60 and PBK was offering free shipping. I can’t wait for it to arrive so I can try it out. It looks fantastic. With the hormone’s arrival coming soon I’m going to need a full size diaper bag for both the armadillo and the hormone.

Wow pretty soon I am going to have to carry two sizes of diapers, two sets of extra clothes, two sets of everything, etc …! Oh boy that sounds so overwhelming. It’s going to be some load. I hope I’ll be ready.

How Old Would I Be in Canada?

2006-01-05T15:36:00.000-08:00

The armadillo and I had another fab time at the park today. We met up with the Moms’ group and their lovely little ones. The park was a bit crowded today. I assumed it was because the sun was peeking out and parents were starting to get a little cabin fever with all of the recent rain storms. I know that if I didn’t take the armadillo out almost every day not only would he get antsy, his mama would go nuts as well. It was a bit chilly this morning with the wind, but I don’t think the armadillo minded so much. He was pleased climbing on the play structures and being outside with his buddies.

We met at the toddler area which is newly built. It’s an enclosed area with play structures built for toddlers. There are swings, slides, tunnels, and a little rock climbing tunnel. How cool. Of course I won’t let the armadillo climb it till he’s um … 13 years old?? The armadillo spends most of his play time on the larger play structure. I noticed something odd while making sure the armadillo doesn’t fall off. There was a sign on the structure listing the safety info, etc … What strikes me as being strange is that this sign says something like “For children 2 – 5 years old [United States] … For children 18 months – 5 {or 4 years, can’t remember exactly} [Canada]” I don’t get it. Do people in the US age faster than the Canadians? I was a bit confused but too embarrassed to ask. I couldn’t read all of the information on the sign as the armadillo had run off and I couldn’t see him anymore. Maybe that’s the armadillo’s way of saying,

“Mama, don’t even bother trying to figure it out, let's play.”

Tummy Barnacle

2006-01-04T17:02:00.000-08:00

I have a barnacle on my tummy. The hormone has dropped a bit and forced my belly button to go inside out, thus creating a barnacle on my stomach. B-Dad sure is amused by this, as well as the armadillo. The armadillo laughs at my tummy and tries to pinch it all the time. How silly!

They Make Me Seethe

2006-01-03T15:22:00.000-08:00

Did you have a good New Year’s Eve? Ours was pretty good until midnight came around. I just don’t understand how people could be so inconsiderate. I’m referring to our lovely neighbors. They were having a party and about 10 to midnight I was awoken to people outside yelling. The people who came to their party started to stroll outside. As it got closer to midnight there was more yelling. Most of the screaming was from the kids that were at their house. Well midnight came and so did the noise. People started yelling, running around, lighting fireworks, throwing little pops, and opening confetti noise makers. All of this going on in front of their house with some of them spilling into our driveway. I was getting livid. I have nothing against people celebrating but do me a favor, keep it inside, especially if it’s past 11pm. I have a toddler sleeping and I’d like him to keep sleeping through out the night. The people and noise were outside for about ½ hour going until around 12:30am at least. I was so ready to go outside and scream at how rude they were. My child is sleeping and I’d like to get some sleep too, get the hell out of my driveway! But I didn’t. I gritted my teeth and grumbled to B-Dad. It’s just so selfish and thoughtless of them to make all this noise in our cul-de-sac. I mean not EVERYONE stays up to party. There are families living in the cul-de-sac with young children who all don’t stay up to midnight. Namely us in particular. To top all of this off, the following morning, all of their confetti, rubbish, and unpopped Poppers were in our driveway. Our front yard had confetti strewn all over. Those popper things were in our driveway and they would be popping as we pulled in and out of our driveway.

What infuriates me is that these people didn’t even express regret for making the mess that lays in our yard. Sigh. The least they could have done was to clean it up and apologize to Bruce and me. [inside joke: the same neighbors that was so rude addressed the Christmas card they gave us to Bruce, which is of course the wrong name]

Geesh What Happened

2006-01-01T22:59:00.000-08:00

What happened to my "boys" this season? Losing 4 out of the last 6 games ... having a 7-3 record before Thanksgiving and now finishing a disappointing 9-7. Now they're talking about Parcells possibly not returning to coach next season. What a great way to start 2006 ... see full story. But I have to be honest, I'll always be a Dallas fan till the end. Go Cowboys!

Akemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu

2005-12-31T17:18:00.000-08:00

2006 is upon us, tomorrow to be exact. No big plans for us here. We are total homebodies if you can’t tell. B-Dad and I enjoy spending our free time at home catching up on our TIVO recordings, watching movies, and playing with the armadillo. Especially now that we have a toddler in our family it’s a good excuse for B-Dad and I as to why we don’t stay up late, get drunk, and party. The weather is crap anyway so chalk up another reason not to go out.

B-Dad is cleaning up the garage and I’m up in our room watching, or more listening to the 56th Annual NHK Red and White Singing Festival. The festival is a once a year event in Japan which pits male singers versus female singers in a sort of competition. The Red Team competes against the White Team. I remember watching this every year growing up back home. I had my favorites back then but now forget it. I have no clue as to who these new young singers are but there are some old favorites that I do remember. In regards to the younger singers, my goodness, most of them are horrible. Talk about an American Idol nightmare. Some of them can’t hold a tune to save their life. How did they ever get a recording contract? I figure it’s because these young people are kawaii [cute] and cuteness sells in Japan. I wish the show had subtitles though. They always seem to be laughing and I would like to know what the joke was. Holy horrible hairdos! There’s a performer whose keyboardist is sporting an afro … no joke! Now the same performer has little kids with white afro wigs dancing around. Sigh, I don’t get it and I believe I never will. I can just picture the look on the armadillo's Great-Grandma's face when she sees this.

Beware of Miso

2005-12-30T09:39:00.000-08:00

Now I have two "dangerous" dogs ... a rottweiler and I bet they are going to add chihuahuas to the list now. See full story. Don't mess with her!

How Do I Get a Piece of Babies 'R Us

2005-12-29T16:08:00.000-08:00

I’m starting to panic a little … have I got everything ready for our impending arrival? The answer is of course no. I’m thinking we need a trip to Babies ‘R Us this weekend or the next to look at some items. I’m running in my mind in what may be a typical day for all of us including the hormone and I find things that I could use or would like to have.

These are just a number of items I’m thinking we’ll need …

I ordered the large Patemm Pad in the Jack Martin print for changing diapers downstairs. It would be such a hassle to bring the armadillo and the hormone upstairs to change their diapers. I have the smaller size and it's worked very well for the armadillo. I leave it in the car in those cases where he needs a quick change while we're out and about.

I need something to put the hormone in while I'm either chasing the armadillo around or doing things around the house. I have 2 dogs and 2 cats and a toddler, I can't leave the hormone just anywhere. I'm not sure if this is the right item. We tried a bouncer for the armadillo soon after he was born, but he never did sit right in the bouncer seat. He kept slouching and looked so uncomfortable.

Or maybe we'll just get another Pack 'n Play for downstairs?

We need another video monitor for the hormone.

We also need a sleep wedge to keep the hormone from shifting. We had one for the armadillo but it's too worn and used.

This is just some items that I've thought of so far. I know there's more but can't think of it right now. Boy that list just grows and grows. I didn't think we'd have to buy a lot of things since we're just going to re-use most of the armadillo's stuff. But when you are preparing for the child after your first the dynamics of every day living change. No wonder the baby industry generates billions of dollars every year. That's what I should have asked for as a gift for the Christmas ... stock in Babies 'R Us. Too bad the company is privately owned. Wouldn't you know it?!

The Armadillo's Favorite Gift By Far

2005-12-28T15:51:00.000-08:00

"Forget about my Doodle Pro, my Leap Frog radio, my Fire Station, my books, etc ... my favorite gift this Christmas is my Pappy's shoes. Have a great holiday season everyone!" ~ Armadillo

Home for the Holidays

2005-12-28T15:41:00.000-08:00

How was your Christmas? We had a good holiday. Even though the armadillo is still not yet old enough to understand who Santa Claus is, I’m sure in time he’ll welcome the old man with a beard with open arms. The armadillo surely raked in the goodies this year. He collected numerous toys, clothes, and books. He wasn’t all that interested in opening the gifts, but enjoyed seeing what came out of it. At times, the wrapping paper and the boxes were more interesting than the actual gift. That’s not a surprise for a 1 ½ year old.

We hosted a holiday party on Christmas Eve night. B-Dad did a fantastic job decorating, cleaning and setting up everything for that night. He was such a big help. Me being as big as I am, I couldn’t contribute much. All in all everything went well. Everyone left by 9:30pm which allowed the armadillo to go to bed at a decent hour so that he would be in a good mood to see what more gifts Santa had brought. It was definitely a change from the previous years where we left to go home around midnight. Way too late! The only drawback to hosting the party was that to setup and to clean up took a toll on B-Dad’s and my feet and back. We were sore. I think the next time we host we’re going to hire someone to cater, setup and clean up. It would definitely be worth the money I believe.

Imp with Ponytails

2005-12-27T15:46:00.000-08:00

For a brief second I turned into an angry lioness at The Jungle yesterday. B-Dad and I took the armadillo to the Jungle for some playtime. I hate the fact that I have to watch out for naughty kids that misbehave towards my armadillo. Wouldn’t it be perfect if all kids behaved and was born with the gene to share? But back in the real world we know that’s not the case. In the toddler village there was a girl, who I will fittingly nickname the “imp with ponytails”, was not too much older than the armadillo … about 4-6 months I guess. The armadillo wanted to play in the area that holds the hundreds of plastic balls but as soon as he approached the “imp with ponytails”, who was already inside, started coming towards him saying “no”, “no”. The mother was right there so she told the “imp with ponytails” to share and pulled her back. Fine, so the armadillo was playing for a bit but of course the attention span is short and he ventured elsewhere. The armadillo ventured over to his favorite structure, the door. The same “imp with ponytails” headed over there too and started to pull the door away from the armadillo. She started saying “no” and didn’t want to share the door. After a couple of “no’s”, I went over there to tell her nicely that we should all share. The mother was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t want to be rude and overstep my boundaries, so I thought speaking nicely to the “imp with ponytails” was appropriate behavior. Well she proceeded to keep taking the door away from the armadillo. Having enough of this, I got up to get the armadillo away from the “imp with ponytails” and the door. I just knew the “imp with ponytails” was going to further her dreadful behavior. Boy was my intuition right on, no sooner did I get up to pick up the armadillo the “imp with ponytails” slammed the door on my armadillo! My poor armadillo was caught between the door and the right side of the door frame. I couldn’t help myself and my behavior. I immediately turned to the “imp with ponytails” and loudly exclaimed, “No you don’t do that! Don’t ever do that again!”. The armadillo was crying of course and had a bump on the side of his head. Oh I was livid. Of course the mother was nowhere around. I felt a little bad that I practically yelled at the “imp with ponytails” but I couldn’t help it. I know I can’t avoid all the horrible situations my armadillo will be involved in, but I want to be there for when those nasty situations occur. Is that wrong?

Later on in the day I started thinking that eventually the armadillo will be going to school and I can’t be with him all the time. What if he a bully picks on him? I won’t be there to protect him. I started to feel stressed thinking about that and dreading the moment when I can’t be there 24/7. I took some consolidation in knowing that he won’t be leaving my side for a couple more years. So watch out you other little imps out there … the lioness will be by her cub for a little longer and I'm not afraid to show my teeth. Grrrrr....

Magic Carpet

2005-12-23T15:57:00.000-08:00

We got our new carpet installed the other day. What a marvelous difference new carpet makes. The carpet is a bit lighter than our old carpet but it looks good. It feels comfortable since there’s supposed to be that ultra padding underneath. It looks comfortable and clean, and I also don’t worry too much about the armadillo picking up yucky germs and such. That being said there are new rules in the house. We are officially a “local style” house. That means the shoes come off upon entering. I know there are some people that have to get used to the idea, including B-Dad. But I don’t want our new carpet getting filthy and who knows what we bring in under our shoes from outdoors. I understand I can’t control every germ and micro-grain of dirt that comes in the house, but I can do my best.

We’re hosting a holiday party tomorrow night and I’m not sure how to let people know the “no shoes” rule. Do I put up a sign? Do I put a bunch of shoes out in the front that will give people a hint? Or do I stand by the entry way all night asking people to take off their shoes? I’m not sure what the pc thing to do is. But I’m sure we’ll figure something out.

With the new carpet installed and our holiday party tomorrow night, the armadillo has a bigger space to run around, and let me tell you … he is DEFINITELY taking advantage of that. The armadillo has 2 speeds when he’s playing downstairs, sitting and running. If he’s not sitting down, he’s running all over the place. Of course he gets into everything … the dog bowls, the cupboards, the cat food, etc … One good thing about the armadillo having a larger play area is that he tires himself out. Oh does he! He’s panting and out of breath at the end of the night. We ask him if he wants to sit and rest … “Na” is his answer. I think that’s the armadillo’s secret to being skinny as a green bean … just run run run and don’t stop till you drop.

Wouldn't Want to Meet You

2005-12-21T16:53:00.000-08:00

My armadillo will not grow up to be a surfer, scuba diver, marine biologist, or anything having to do with him spending time in the ocean. Not if I have anything to do with it. Call me paranoid, call me silly or even being ridiculous, but ever since I’ve seen the movie Jaws, I can’t go in the ocean. I know that’s a little overboard especially since I’m from the 50th state. But that movie’s made me so fearful of being attacked by a shark, that I’m afraid I’m passing those suspicions onto my son.

Hey I can’t help it. The only beaches I’ll let the armadillo go to are beaches surrounded by reefs or lagoons. I know, I know, the odds of getting killed by lightning are 30 times greater than dying of a shark attack. But Hawaii doesn’t have too many lightning storms, but they sure have sharks. I’ve also read that drowning, heart attacks, beach accidents resulting in spinal injury, sunburn, cuts from stepping on sea shells, dehydration, jellyfish stings, and traffic accidents going to or from the beach are all far more common than shark attacks. But sorry that doesn’t do anything to reduce my fear. Every time I read a story like this, my paranoia level goes up a notch. But in defense of sharks, whom I believe are an essential part of a nature, there is a great article on the myths and statistics of sharks here.

Did You Pick this Up from Your Daddy?

2005-12-20T16:21:00.000-08:00

My armadillo is slowly becoming a man. Lately he’s had the habit of scratching inside his diaper from the front and behind. I’m not sure if the diaper itches or he’s acquiring some sort of mortifying habit. Ok, it’s not as bad as I make it to be. I mean he’s not turning into an Al Bundy and keeping his hand in his crotch while he sits and watches TV, but it’s not the most pleasing thing for a mommy to watch. I tell him not to do it and remove his hands. Sometimes he’ll stop and forget about it, other times he’ll do it again a minute later. I don’t see a rash so I’m hoping it just that the top of the diaper causes his skin to itch and that it’s not some sort of early jump into manhood.

Whoa Baby!

2005-12-20T14:54:00.000-08:00

Can I get something in a smaller size? See full story.

Keep Out

2005-12-19T21:48:00.000-08:00

Playtime for the armadillo today! It was so good to have the armadillo getting some exercise and social interaction. We met with the moms’ playgroup today at the Jungle, a large indoor play center here locally. The weather has been crappy lately so playtime was moved indoors. It appeared that the armadillo had fun, but he was a little more clingy than usual. I’m not sure if it was because there were so many kids in toddler village or he’s not all that comfortable in that environment yet. Speaking of so many kids, the area where we meet is specifically for children 3 and under. I can’t help getting irate when kids older than 3 come into that play area and start causing havoc. They run around and play on structures that are obviously not meant for kids their age. These older kids end up being disruptive and may eventually cause harm to our younger little ones. Like I’ve said in previous posts, I’m a protective mother and I won’t stand for some older kid pushing my armadillo around. These older kids have their own play area and they should stay there. Don’t get me wrong not all of the bigger kids are like this, just the majority of them.

Jolt

2005-12-16T16:09:00.000-08:00

There was a 3.4 earthquake centered close to where we live this morning. I only felt it for a split second but it was unnerving. I thought someone came in the house and slammed the front door … HARD! The whole house shook in that split second. The dogs and the cats had that surprised look for an instant but eventually they went back to sleep. What a life.

The armadillo was taking his morning nap at that time and I was surprised he didn’t wake up. But it didn’t faze him at all. He must have been tired.

We're all still sick in some ways. The armadillo is still in the coughing stage, but thankfully it appears that he's not coughing as much. He still has a runny nose like me. I'm still congested and starting to cough. This cold is taking the slow route with me. It's progressing slower than what I'm used to. Great ... just in time for the weekend.

Oobi

2005-12-15T16:35:00.000-08:00

We’ve all been through it before. You hear a song and it sticks with you the whole day, or in my case for DAYS. This is no ordinary song either. They don’t play it on the radio or at least I don’t think they do. It’s the theme song from a popular kids show. The show is called “Oobi” and it is shown on the cable channel NOGGIN.

Oobi is an original series based on a bare-hand puppet with eyes and accessories. Oobi is a show about curiosity in a young child’s life when everything is new and amazing. The show includes interactive games and stories involving Oobi, an inquisitive four year old, his three year old sister Uma, his best friend Kako, and his grandfather Grampu. All characters are bare handed puppets.

The armadillo and I watch this show every day. It kind of grows on you after awhile. The characters are endearing and the songs are very catchy. The armadillo adores the characters, the short clips with toddlers, and the songs, especially the opening and closing credits. Before you say he’s too young to watch TV, he has an attention span of a couple of minutes at best. So it’s not as if he watches the whole show every day. But he does get so animated when he hears the show’s opening song playing. The armadillo has even started moving his hands as if he has an Oobi puppet with him. Totally adorable!

I shouldn’t complain about having the Oobi song in my head all day … it could be worse. B-Dad has “D-d-d-d- Dora … D-d-d-d Dora … D-d-d-d Dora the Explorer” song in his head. Now that would be a form of mental torture for me.

My Bologna Has a First Name

2005-12-14T15:40:00.000-08:00

While I was at my doctor’s appointment I was reading a magazine called Plum. It is the first pregnancy magazine for women 35 years and older. Recent studies show that older women are having more children than before with birthrates for women ages 35 – 49 years increasing by 34% since 1990. Who would have thought that I’d be in this hot category? I wish I’d know it was free, I would have took a copy. There were all sorts of articles about testing, exercise, what to eat, what not to eat, etc … The list for what pregnant women cannot eat seems to grow and grow. Of course there’s the obvious alcohol, raw meat and fish, and soft cheeses. But with this pregnancy I was told no cold deli meat. I was never told this with my first child. They say the risk is minimal but why take the chance. Of course this inability to eat a turkey sandwich makes me crave turkey, salami, ham sandwiches, etc … The ultimate sandwich I would love to eat is a bologna sandwich … ooooohhhh yummy! Bologna on white bread with a little mayo. Sigh I want one right now. Why do I torture myself like this?!

Another update to our health … the armadillo is still sick. He is in the coughing stage with some congestion. Poor thing. He keeps waking himself up with all of this coughing. We’re giving him OTC medication but I don’t want to over-medicate him so he’s not getting it all the time. We give the armadillo medication mostly at night to help him sleep. I’m still congested with my sore throat slowly disappearing. The phlegm is building in my throat and my nose. Yuck! As far as B-Dad I’m not sure what stage he is in but he says he feels sick. We need those get well vibes sent to us. B-Dad’s holiday party is this weekend and I’m hoping we’re all better by then..

Nesting

2005-12-13T15:01:00.000-08:00

I’m heading towards the last stretch of having this hapai body and I’m getting anxious. I’ve started thinking of all the things I need to have done before the hormone arrives. The list keeps growing in my head every time I think about it.

Here’s my current list so far:

order Duo stroller [done!]
make sure armadillo’s infant car seat fits in new car
make sure armadillo’s infant car seat fits in stroller
wash infant car seat cover
make sure travel play yard has the bassinet attachment
purchase 2nd video monitor
clean out swings
pack hospital bag
enhance armadillo’s and gigi’s relationship [B-dad knows what this means]
plan out armadillo’s time away [if necessary J]
take birth center tour
double check armadillo’s old baby clothes [do we have enough cold weather clothes?]
buy diapers
buy bottles
buy another wipes warmer
buy boppy pillow
make haircut appointment
think of some names
I know there’s more stuff that I just can’t remember …

What am I missing?

Slow Down That Sleigh Santa

2005-12-12T16:19:00.000-08:00

Only 13 more days until Christmas. I can’t believe it’s coming upon us. I feel as if I’m been sleeping the last 30 days. Of course I’m not done with my Christmas shopping yet, no matter how early I wanted to start. I wanted to start last month when I saw stores putting up their Christmas decorations. I started asking for wish lists and making mine. But look at me now. Two weeks left till Christmas and I still have a few gifts left. It doesn’t’ help that the armadillo and I are still sick. With the weather being so cool we can’t go walking outside at the outdoor mall. That’s where I need to go for my remaining gift list. I was debating on whether or not to order it online but I thought it would be more personal to send it myself. What a fabulous idea [in a sarcastic tone]. I’m hoping that I can mail it out and it will be received in time.

At least the majority of our Christmas cards are being mailed out. I love the holiday card we have this year. We used the picture of our armadillo in his ninja warrior outfit and put it on a holiday photo card. Precious! I can’t wait for people to see it.

Update on our health … last night the armadillo had a fever of 101 degrees. We gave him some Tylenol and this morning his fever subsided. He still has a runny nose and he’s moved onto the coughing stage. I dislike that stage for him. Poor baby wakes himself up when he coughs. I’m still congested, my throat hurts, and I’m still feeling tired. I’m hoping that we can shake it soon. I’d hate to miss the armadillo’s Gymboree classes and play dates. He loves seeing his buddies and it gives mommy a break from having to entertain him during the day. … I’ll take that!

Leaky Nose Times 2

2005-12-11T15:01:00.000-08:00

We’re sick … the armadillo and I appeared to have caught a cold. Blech. What a bummer. B-Dad is okay for now so hopefully he won’t get sick. The armadillo so far aside from having this cold is doing okay. He still has an appetite which is good. He had a slight fever last night but his temperature is normal today. Poor armadillo has a runny nose, sneezing and a slight cough. But he sure has the energy to play with his toys. I’m getting a little congested but it’s my throat that bothers me more than anything. I’m also fatigued and in desperate need of a nap. But I hate napping during the day. I always have a hard time waking up and end up more tired than I started with.

One way that B-Dad and I can tell that the armadillo is sick is Hunter is covered in snot. Hunter is the armadillo’s lovey and the poor creature is the armadillo’s cushy tissue. I’ve washed two Hunters so far and changed his sheet once. I don’t mind washing the Hunters and the sheets. I’m hoping that he’ll get all that runny snot out of his body and get better soon. We’re supposed to have a play date tomorrow morning but it’s looking like that’s going to be out of the question. Oh bummer …

Wicked Witch of the East Bay

2005-12-09T15:37:00.000-08:00

What a fabulous way to start the weekend. I’m speaking in a sardonic tone if you haven’t noticed. The armadillo and I were packing up to leave from our Music class at Gymboree. Heading out to the car, I’m putting the diaper bag, the armadillo, my soda, etc … in the car. I strap the armadillo in his car seat, give him his snack trap and his sippy cup. I clean off the stroller because there is cheerios on the seat. I head to the rear of the car to load the stroller inside and this uncouth woman drives by grumbling that I took my sweet time getting everything in the car. I was fuming. The nerve of that boorish woman.

Witch: “Well you sure took your sweet time …”

Me: “What?”

Witch: “You heard me. Blah blah blah … common courtesty … blah blah” … as she pulled into a spot two spots ahead of me.

Me: Taking a deep breath, “I have a baby and I’m pregnant how fast am I supposed to move for you?”

Witch: “It’s common courtesy blah blah blah … “

Me: Taking another deep breath … “You’re right [muttering an obscenity under my breath] … I should have hurried for you. Happy Holidays to you and your family … God Bless you”.

Witch: Stares at me then walks away … keeps walking away looking back.

Me: Wishing she would get run over by a hurried shopper. Waving … then I told her she was number one … um, of course she wasn’t looking by then.

If ever I needed a house to drop down on a wicked witch … that would have been the perfect time.

The Jungle

2005-12-08T15:51:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the Jungle. Wow what a place for little ones to exert their pent up energies. The armadillo and I met up with our Moms Meetup Group at an indoor playcenter called appropriately The Jungle. The Jungle is an indoor play center for children 12 and under. They have a colossal play structure for older children, dining café, games, party rooms, and a great play area for toddlers. We all met at the toddler area. In the Toddler Village there are various coin-operated rides, smaller play structures, and even an arrangement filled with plastic balls. The armadillo enjoyed going in and out of the plastic ball configuration. He took great care to pass the balls around to the other mommies, making sure we all got a plastic ball, though some got more than others. For awhile there he was preoccupied with the coin-operated rides, especially the Army Hummer ride. I didn’t have any tokens with me but he had fun sitting in the ride turning the steering wheel and pushing the buttons. Another preoccupation of his was the large play structure and the door that was at the bottom. The armadillo was swollen with pride when he was able to open and close the door by himself. It’s funny to think that something like a door could hold his attention for the time span it did.

It was great to see the other mommies again and to meet new ones. The Jungle’s Toddler Village was a pleasant alternative to the park. It was small enough so that our little ones didn’t wander too far. It also allowed the mommies to converse about our daily lives, etc …

You think that with spending 1 ½ hours there, running and climbing, the armadillo would be exhausted, especially since he didn’t take his usual morning nap. Well here I am waiting for him to take his afternoon nap. He’s been in his crib for over an hour, fussy and antsy. I changed his diaper since he went #2, but he has yet to fall asleep. Sigh. I’m watching the monitor and the armadillo is standing, holding Hunter [his best buddy] and whining. It’s a quarter to 4pm and if he doesn’t go to nap soon, he’ll be without an afternoon nap as well. He did sleep for about 20 minutes from when we left Target to go to pick up sandwiches and then back home, but that was it.

I thought it was a guarantee that if you exhausted your little one in the morning that he would take a long afternoon nap and there would be “mommy time”. So not fair …

Panda Baby

2005-12-07T16:03:00.000-08:00

With the frequency I eat at this place, he’ll probably want to make his entrance at our local Panda Express … Yikes! Bite your tongue! See full story.

Goal!

2005-12-07T15:45:00.000-08:00

The amount of times this baby kicks me I truly believe that my uterus is black and blue. He is way more active than the armadillo was from what I remember. I’m supposed to be doing the kick count every day but that’s something I don’t have to do with the little one I’m carrying. It's like I have the next great soccer player in my tummy. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. I’m thrilled that he’s doing fine and is so active. I think it’s amusing at times when he hears his big brother’s voice and he responds by moving around. As if he’s itching to come out and give his big brother a hug. I can't wait for that to happen!

Last night the armadillo had a rough night. He woke up around 11:30pm and didn’t want to go back to sleep. The armadillo appeared to have a nightmare or something similar. He’s not sick and didn’t have a soaked diaper. Thankfully we bought that aero bed. B-Dad inflated the mattress to put in the armadillo’s room. B-Dad and the armadillo slept on that last night. Hopefully the armadillo will go back to his usual sleeping schedule tonight. So far his naps having been going well today, whew!

I took the armadillo to the library today. I had to pay a fine for some late books returned earlier. There was another boy there around the same age. The armadillo and the boy were “talking” to each other in their babble dialect. It was adorable. They were both very serious during the conversation. I was so curious as to what they were saying. The boy’s mommy was also talking to the boy in Korean. I was thinking about whether or not I should teach the armadillo some Japanese words. That’s the only other language I know. It would be beneficial for him later on, but I'm not sure about now. Of course we watch “Dora the Explorer” and “Go Diego Go”, and have learned some Spanish words, like “estrella”, “rapido”, “salta”, etc … We’re also already teaching the armadillo sign language and he knows a number of signs already. I guess that could count as another language too. I just wonder if I’ll be confusing him by speaking in more than one language, especially when he’s trying to learn English. Ah I guess we’ll see. How cool would that be to have a quad-lingual child by the time he's 3?!

Big Armadillo Ate the Baby Armadillo

2005-12-06T22:14:00.000-08:00

Sleeper PJ’s are so adorable, especially on my armadillo. I love watching him sleep, looking all cozy and warm in his pj’s. The pj’s cover him all the way down to his toes. You know the pj’s right? The ones with the little bootie feet and the rubber non-skid soles. Watching him from the video monitor just makes me want to curl up next to him, hug him, and fall asleep right there. It takes a bit of restraint to keep from crawling in that crib. Especially since I know I’ll break that thing as soon as I put one foot in it. But I can’t help yearning to snuggle right next to him and kiss those chubby cheeks.

Speaking of sleeper jp’s, they are one of the few things left that make him still my baby. Slowly but surely his “baby” characteristics are disappearing. He no longer uses the bottle. He walks now instead of lying on his back, immobile. He says “no” and “yes” rather than cooing ‘goo goo ga ga’. He’s climbing on everything he can get his hands on rather than ignoring them. Where did my baby armadillo go? B-Dad jokes that the bigger armadillo ate the baby armadillo. Amusing but a gloomy fact of life as your child grows. On one hand I can’t wait for the armadillo to be able to communicate using words, but on the other hand I am dreading the moments where all he says is “I want this … “, “No no no!”, “Mama you smell funny.”, etc … I’m sure he’ll come up with more humorous adages as he gets older.

But getting older is not all bad. B-Dad and I get more kisses from the armadillo as he gets older and it’s not the kind of kisses that we used to steal from him. He offers his lips to us and puckers. I’ll take that any day!

I Love You Stinky Face

2005-12-05T15:26:00.000-08:00

The armadillo has lately been on a reading kick. Which is a terrific thing in my opinion. Whether it’s in his room or in the play area, he loves bring B-Dad or I a book for us to read to him. It’s encouraging to see him so interested in hearing us read a story to him. Though most times he doesn’t last through the whole story but who cares.

The armadillo has certain books that are his favorites.

Here is the armadillo’s Top 5 Booklist:

#5 ~ "No Jumping on the Bed" by Tedd Arnold

#4 ~ "The Cheerios Animal Play Book" by Lee Wade

#3 ~ "The Little Red Hen" by Diane Muldrow

#2 ~ "Bear Snores On" by Karma Wilson

And the
#1 most requested book for us to read .... "I Love You Stinky Face" by Lisa Mccourt

Men Among "Boys"

2005-12-04T15:48:00.000-08:00

I am completely soured by the fact that my team lost AGAIN today. That’s two losses in two weeks. Granted they weren’t playing at home but come on. What a bogus game.

Now there’s no way that I’m going to be able to name our baby Troy. Especially with the way these guys are playing. B-Dad should be happy about that.

Watch Out I'm Hormonal

2005-12-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

Okay now this really bothers me. Every time I think about it I get irate and want to do something. The armadillo and I went to the Music class at Gymboree today to see how it was. After the class I let the armadillo have some play time since he wasn’t able to climb on the play structures during the class. I was talking to another mom but had the armadillo in my line of sight. He was on this bouncy trampoline like contraption with handle bars. There was also this girl, about 2 ½ on the same trampoline. I saw that she had lifted her leg out as if she was going to kick the armadillo. Then she hit the armadillo on the face. I was livid. Of course her mother was not in the play area supervising her child, but out talking to one of the Gymboree employees. That of course meant no discipline for the girl. Fortunately the armadillo didn’t appear to be upset he just had a blank look on his face. I proceeded to pick the armadillo off the contraption and took him away. I couldn’t help but give that girl an annoyed look while walking away.

My first initial reaction was to push that girl off the trampoline. Okay okay I know that’s harsh, but that’s my armadillo she hit. He’s too young to defend himself, but I wished that he would have hit her back. Okay, I know wrong again, but hey, that’s my first reaction. Of course I wouldn’t have acted on it and I would have scolded the armadillo if he hit her back, but hell she deserved it. Yes I know, wrong again. Now every time I get that mental picture in my mind of her hitting my armadillo in the face I just wished I yelled at her or even better her mommy. I’m so disturbed by it that my stress goes up one notch when I think about it. Aargh …

Not surprisingly the mother of this girl is a bit whacked herself. During music class the teacher put a huge basket of musical instruments for the kids to pick up and experiment with. The armadillo was directly across from me but on the other side of the basket, so that he was facing me rather than his back. All the other mommies were basically like me, sitting a little distance away from the basket. But this mommy, the mommy of the girl I wanted to yell at, sat directly in between me and the armadillo. Now I couldn’t see him and what he was doing. A few minutes later he was trying to come over to me to share some of the instruments he was holding. But he couldn’t get through because of that woman. So I moved forward and told the woman, …

“Excuse me.” I tried to hold the armadillo’s arm to guide him towards me.

“Oh he’s not in my way, he’s not bothering me”, the woman proceeded to tell me.

Um hello?! Giving her a look of disbelief, “My son is trying to walk towards me but you’re in the way” I informed her.

Then the idiot woman ensued with sitting in the way. She didn’t move. I had to pick him up over her legs. What a dunce.

Boy, I can’t wait till next week. They better stay out of my way. I’m hapai and I’m a mother protective of my son … that makes a dangerous combination of hormones.

Indoor Playground

2005-12-01T16:36:00.000-08:00

The armadillo and I met our mom’s playgroup today at the mall. Unfortunately it is pouring rain today so the park was definitely out as a meeting place. That was regrettable as it was somewhat difficult to keep the little ones corralled in one area. The toddlers were too busy looking at the stores and the decorations to be interested in each other. We moms also didn’t get a chance to chat since we were busy chasing our children around. I don’t know who got more exercise today … me or the armadillo.

So next time we have to have an indoor meetup we need to think of alternative places rather than the mall. It’s a difficult search as there are not many places that are safe for toddlers and that it doesn’t cost a fortune to get in. B-Dad and I were just talking about the lack of indoor facilities for children. It would be great if there were a place that essentially brought a park indoors. Since the weather will only get colder as winter approaches, our dates at an outdoor park are limited.

Gymboree Play ‘n Music is a great place with the exception is that they don’t have too many open gym dates/times. I think the majority of the days/times are in the evening which isn’t too convenient for everyone. Plus I worry about the older kids in such close proximity to our little ones. I don’t want the armadillo getting run over by a rambunctious 4 year old.

Of course another reason not to have the playgroup meet at the mall is the fact that it is the mall. I resisted the urge to buy stuff if you can believe it. But hey tomorrow's another day.

Bottles No More

2005-11-30T16:04:00.000-08:00

We started the transition from bottle to cup a couple days ago. Oh boy it’s been rough. The armadillo was extremely annoyed the first couple of times we gave him his milk in a sippy cup instead of his usual bottle. He cried and screamed … threw the cup down … it was horrible. It was an episode of frustrated dramatics and tantrums. I hated to see him like that but B-Dad said we have to be firm. He was right.

Well it’s been a couple of days now and it’s getting better. The armadillo is not drinking his milk as fast as he used to but he’s slowly getting used to the idea of not having his bottle anymore. We’ve been giving him his milk with his meals and as a result he’s been eating more food. So instead of having his bottle as a “meal”, it’s a part of his meal. His milk intake is still not the same as with his bottle, taking in less amounts for now, but he’s sure increased his food ingestion. We’re supplementing his milk intake with cereal with milk in the morning and cheese snacks in the evening currently. I bet he would love to have ice cream as a supplement … I know I would!

Don't mess with this kid!

2005-11-29T16:02:00.000-08:00

You have to see this!

Bling Bling

2005-11-29T14:47:00.000-08:00

Are you ready for the new high design life for kids these days? It’s gonna cost you and that’s no lie. Some of the products that are available for kids are ridiculously expensive. Take the Bugaboo stroller for example to the right. Don’t get me wrong I think they’re great looking strollers, but every one has the Frog model, so parents feel they need to one up each other with this special edition by Dutch fashion designer Bas Kosters. This model sells roughly for $2,000. No joke! Does it change the baby? Feed the baby? Soothe the baby to sleep? If it did I’d try my hardest to convince B-Dad to get one for us.

How about this Papoose Baby Carrier? It sells for $450. Sigh, yes $450. We all know that those of us that buy these things are not really doing it for the children. It’s all about us right? I believe my armadillo is just as comfortable in a $10 pair of jeans as he would be if I bought him a $250 pair. Plus I’d have some explaining to do if I really bought one … which I didn’t! According to an article on Money CNN, the market for upscale for baby products is $45 billion a year. Wow!

I do have to be honest in saying that if we were billionaires or even millionaires, I wouldn’t buy these high end products. I’d much rather put that money away for the armadillo’s education and our retirement. But being a millionaire, I could afford that Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bag I’ve always wanted!

Scrooge

2005-11-28T15:07:00.000-08:00

It happened again. But I’m not sure if it’s worse than the previous or not. Well I guess it wasn’t so bad because no one was hurt and damage was not as extensive. BUT the jerk drove off … it was a damn hit & run! Excuse my language. We were all going to the mall yesterday to pick up lunch and this idiot rear ended us from behind while we were stopped at a 4 way intersection. B-Dad got out of the car and told the guy to pull into the parking lot around the car. As B-Dad made the turn the guy went straight! Oh we were livid!

Unfortunately we couldn’t find the guy and neither could mall security. The mall’s Traffic control group was right there at the intersection and saw the guy drive off. Regrettably no one got a license plate so it will be difficult to find the guy. We did file a police report but since neither of us could 100% positively identify the guy we doubt the police would take it that seriously. But it would be nice if he was caught. There's some damage to the bumper. A brand new car too ... just thinking about it makes me furious! The armadillo is not even 2 yet and he's already been rear ended twice. Poor guy.

... Yeah, Happy Holidays to you too jerk.

Black Friday and Horses

2005-11-26T15:50:00.000-08:00

Instead of braving the crowds at the malls or the big retail stores on Black Friday, we did the next best thing. We all went to the racetrack! The armadillo adores horses and we thought it would be a good idea to see some horse racing. It was a win win situation. The armadillo got to see the horses and we got to do a little gambling.

It was so delightful to see the armadillo’s reaction to seeing the horses up close. He wanted to touch the horses, give them hugs. It was so endearing. B-Dad took him down to where the horses saddle up and the armadillo even got upset when B-Dad started to leave the area. The armadillo wanted to stay and watch the horses. He loved watching the horses run by in the races. It was so much fun to see his reaction.

Unfortunately we didn’t win any big jackpots but we had fun. We ate hot dogs and ice cream. Boy did the armadillo eat ice cream. B-Dad and the armadillo shared a waffle cone and he loved eating the waffle cone. I must have been starving because I had a hot dog and potato chips, and part of the armadillo’s hot dog. Wow, potato chips never tasted so good.

Our Wishlists

2005-11-24T10:38:00.000-08:00

Family!! ~
Here’s our wishlists for this year … Please note that we reserve the right to add to these lists at any time!

Armadillo:

- Toys ‘R Us gift cards [what else?]
- Gymboree Play ‘n Music gift certificate [not the retail store]

B-Dad:

- Best Buy Gift card [let me know if you want me to pick it up on this end]
- * If you do buy shirts, please make sure they are XXL
- Stargate SG-1 Seasons 4 and up DVD sets

Me:

- Target gift card

- Magazine subscriptions – Cookie, Child, Lucky

- Petunia Pickle Bottom diaper bag in chocolate brown

- Cash always works

**Can you believe it B-Dad says no more Crazy Shirts?! It’s true. He’s growing out of that phase.

Where are your wishlists???

Merry Christmas ... Here's Your Ultrasound Machine

2005-11-23T16:02:00.000-08:00

Will someone buy me this for Christmas? .... Cruise Buys Sonogram Machine for Katie

Sleep ... Who Needs Sleep?

2005-11-23T15:01:00.000-08:00

I had my doctor’s appointment today. All went well. The baby is doing fine and thankfully I passed the gestational diabetes test. Whew! I’m glad I don’t have to do the 4 hour test. I couldn’t imagine sitting in that lab waiting … waiting … and waiting for 4 hours. That would be a serious annoyance. But thankfully I don’t have to worry about it.

Last night the armadillo had a rough night. I don’t know if he had a nightmare or he was bothered by his teething but he wouldn’t go back to sleep. He went to sleep a little after 9pm and woke up almost screaming at around 11:10pm. After that he refused to go back in his crib. We gave him some Tylenol not sure if he was in pain from teething or not. We read to him again, but as soon as I got up he started crying. He just knew it was time to go to bed. B-Dad ended up sleeping with the armadillo in his room on the floor. Thank you B-Dad. But today first thing in the morning, B-Dad stated that we were going to Target to pick up an Aero Bed. His body was killing him from sleeping on the floor. B-Dad mentioned that he was going after work but I was like “hey!” I want to go too. So we’ll probably go later today.

We need some bins from Target as well. I’m thinking we should split up the armadillo’s toys in to batches. One, to make more room in the play area, and two, so he doesn’t grow bored of his toys. He’s got so many toys it looked like Toys ‘R Us exploded in our living room.

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. We’re going over to Gigi’s place. Hopefully the night will end early. Normally these dinners run late but I believe that B-Dad and his brother asked their mom to start early and end early. It’s an hour drive each way and I don’t want the armadillo staying up too late. I can’t wait to eat some pumpkin pie!

Have a fabulous Thanksgiving holiday!

Where's My Wishlists?

2005-11-22T15:41:00.000-08:00

Lately the armadillo and I have been going to the park. With these trips increasing week to week, his bumps, bruises and scrapes have been raising in numbers as well. I guess it’s to be expected with his ability to walk/run getting better by the day. Plus going to Gymboree every week has strengthen his climbing skills. The armadillo is now able to climb up the long ramp by himself and slide down by himself. What a pro! The armadillo’s teacher at Gymboree has suggested that he move up to the next level. I knew that was coming. I just hate pulling him out of his current class into a new one. He has his buddies in this class, but I have to admit he does need to be bumped up one level. His skill level is definitely higher than most toddlers in this class.

I was thinking of also taking the armadillo to the music classes at Gymboree. I have checked out other places like Music Together and East Bay Music Together, but with my pregnancy it wouldn’t be a good idea to sign up for the next session. I know that the armadillo would have to miss at least a few classes because of the baby. Gymboree doesn’t have sessions per se so it would be an easier schedule to manage, but definitely not cheaper. We’ll see I guess. I think I’ll take the armadillo to preview a class next week.

Can you believe that I haven’t bought a new diaper bag in months? I just thought I’d throw that out there.

Can you be addicted to reading magazines? I feel like I am. Any magazine having to do with babies, kids and fashion I have to read. I’m still on the fence if I should subscribe to any of them. I do have a subscription to Parents and Parenting. But I am looking at Lucky, Shop Etc., and the new mag Cookie. Hey that could be a great gift idea for me … hint hint family!

Family ~~ … where’s my wishlists???? I have to say that if I don’t get them soon, I’ll have to buy what I think you’ll like … or the gifts will be late. Just kidding. But please send me the lists soon.

Goodnight Sweet Pea

2005-11-22T15:20:00.000-08:00

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Boils

2005-11-21T15:42:00.000-08:00

Today I had my first extremely severe annoyance with a mommy and her son. I know the saying “boys will be boys” or “they’re only kids” but when you ask the boy nicely to stop throwing sand twice and he does it a third time, the gloves come off. Especially when the mother was right there!

The armadillo and I went to the park this morning and the armadillo wanted to go into the pretend house with the picnic table inside. Well there was a little boy, about 4 years old in there with a plastic bottle full of sand. As soon as the armadillo walked in he started shouting “No!” “No!” and shook the bottle of sand in the armadillo’s direction. I asked the boy to not throw sand at my son and explained to him that there was plenty of room for the both of them in there. The boy did it again getting sand in the armadillo’s hair. I was getting annoyed and looked at his mother. Nothing, she just sat there. Then the boy did it for the third time. With the mother just sitting there like a boil on a butt, combined with my hapai hormones, I raised my voice and said “Stop throwing sand at my son! I’ve asked you two times before to stop. Where is your mommy?!”. At that point the boil stood up and said something to the boy. I took the armadillo out of the house and said so the boil could hear, “Let’s go play somewhere else. Somewhere there are no naughty boys around.” The poor armadillo had sand in his hair and on his clothes. Fortunately he didn’t get sand in his eyes. I would have been livid if he did.

Why is it so hard for a mother to recognize bad behavior and correct it? I always try to correct the armadillo if he’s throwing sand or not sharing nicely with other children. Another mommy saw this and said that boy has had problems with other kids too. That little boy and his boil of a butt mommy should wear a sign saying “We don’t know how to play nicely in the park. Stay away from us.”

Harry Potter is Here!

2005-11-18T16:46:00.000-08:00

I am so excited that the movie is finally here! Hopefully B-Dad and I will have time so that we can see the movie this weekend. Of course we’re going to have to split our showtimes so one of us can be with the armadillo. I saw on Movies.com that it got really good reviews. But regardless of what the reviews say I still want to see it. I don't remember the book too much but I suppose that is a good thing. That way I'll be surprised and won't know how the movie is supposed to end. Those kids that play the main characters have grown up so much. From the Sorcer's Stone to this one you can see the difference. That Harry Potter is becoming a little hottie! * Do you agree cousin E? *

If you do go to see the movie let us know what you think!

Moms Meetup

2005-11-17T16:38:00.000-08:00

Have you heard of this website, Black Friday 2005? It’s a website that has listed what will be going on sale on the biggest shopping day of the year, the day after Thanksgiving. I’m not one personally to wake up at 4am to get to these stores, but if you are, check out the site and their list of stores.

Today the armadillo and I met a wonder group of other mommies and their children for a playdate. We all met up at a local park and the armadillo had a blast. We are all part of an online group of moms who live within 10 miles [I’m guessing] of each other. It was great to finally get the group together and a big thanks to the women who organized the event.

We were at the park for almost 2 hours, the longest we’ve ever been at a park. The armadillo kept busy playing in the sand, taking other children’s toys, climbing on the playground structures, sitting in the swing, eating banana bread and raisins, etc … He was full of activity. He did take a tumble and now has a boo boo on his head. Poor armadillo. He was giving one of the little girls a hug and seemed to have lost their balance as they both tripped up on each other and fell down. I didn’t notice his owie till a little later as it bled a little. But after a few minutes he recovered and was back to playing and pushing someone’s stroller. Boy did he have an obsession with that stroller. I think out of all the toys he played with that didn’t belong to him [ha ha], he liked the stroller the best.

The armadillo met a lot of adorable kids at the park. What was funny was that from the playgroup the armadillo was the only boy. Lucky armadillo! We also did meet a couple other mommies and little ones earlier who were very pleasant as well. We also did meet a daddy which was a rare occurrence. I was talking to another mommy while our sons were in the swing. The armadillo must have been in the swing for about 15 minutes straight. That was the longest he’s ever been in the swing at one time. I think the armadillo was too fixated staring at the boy next to him to pay attention how long he was in there.

I also did meet a couple of other mommies who were hapai as well. Their kids will be about the same age difference as the armadillo and the hormone. We were discussing if it would be harder being close in age or easier. Opinions differed especially on what we’ve been told from other parents who have more than one child. I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

I think the meetup group is planning another get together for the week after Thanksgiving. That will be fun as I enjoy taking the armadillo to the park. As well as I get to have some adult conversation as well. I’m looking forward to the next one!

Yes That's a Pumpkin in My Belly

2005-11-16T16:04:00.000-08:00

I think I’m getting better as a mom to a little toddler boy. I’m beginning to build up my immunity to sand, dirt, scrapes, bruises, and other things a little boy can conjure up. Sand in your shoes? Sand in your hair? Sand in your mouth? No problem, I am able to remain calm and not panic running with an anti-bacterial wipes in tow. It’s taken me a couple of months and numerous trips to the park to accept the fact that it’s sand and he’s going to do something with it eventually. I watch the other moms there with kids older than the armadillo and they get into the sand much more than my armadillo does. I’m assuming that it will get worse as he gets older. There are some kids that lie in the sand. Hair and head on the sand … collecting who knows what to bring home with them. Heaven forbid the armadillo does that! I’m not on that level yet.

Do I look fat? Wait … don’t answer that … I don’t want to know. What are you supposed to look like in order for people to identify that you are hapai? Today at the park this woman was talking to me about her son, who is around 3 ½ years old and my armadillo. She was telling me about the different age stages and what ages are easier than others. She then asked me if I was going to have more children. Um hello? I’m into my 3rd trimester and she’s asking me if I’m going to have more kids? What did she think I had under my shirt … a pumpkin I was saving for next Halloween?! It was so bizarre because another mother at the playground asked me earlier when I was due. The strange thing was is that the 2nd mother, the one who didn’t have a clue was pregnant herself. Go figure.

"Yes!"

2005-11-15T15:08:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I had to take the gestational diabetes test. Ugh, I hate drinking that stuff. It’s pure carbonated sugar in what they labeled as orange flavor. I kept burping because it’s so carbonated. Of course after the required hour sitting in the lab was over, I hit my sugar low. I felt so tired. I just wanted to sleep right there. I’m hoping that the results will be good. I just can’t imagine going back for another test which I believe they make you stay there for four hours rather than the one … I think.

I can’t believe this weather. It’s the middle of November and we have temperatures in the high 70’s here. That’s so unusual. Normally it’s much cooler than that. But I’m not complaining the weather could be worse. It could be 45 degrees and raining.

My tummy is so full. I just about finished a peanut butter cookie that a local bakery here bakes and sells. This cookie is so delicious! The armadillo and I have gone to this bakery 3 days in a row hoping they have this cookie available. They did today and I was so tempted to buy what was left, but I didn’t. I bought a reasonable amount, um, four cookies. One for the armadillo [he loves them too], one for B-Dad and um, two for me. Yes, two for me … hey I’m hapai … the baby wants some too!

We renewed the armadillo’s Gymboree Play ‘n Music membership. We used the gift certificate Aunty H’s family gave … thank you! I’m thinking of signing up for more classes for the armadillo. Maybe music or art … though music would be less messy. I think we’ll try a class and see if he likes it.

I love that the armadillo knows how to say the word “yes”. It’s the most adorable thing when you ask him a question and he answers “yes”. Though he may not always understand what you are asking him.

“Do you want to drink milk?” … “Yes!”

“Do you want to go nene?” ... “Yes!”

“Are you the most beautiful baby in the world?” … “Yes!”

“Do you want Pappy to clean your poopy diaper from now on?” … “Yes!”

“Do you want eat your poopy diaper?” … “Yes!”

Afternoon Delight ... Not

2005-11-14T16:07:00.000-08:00

I hope this is not going to become a habit. Yesterday afternoon the armadillo flat out refused to take his afternoon nap. He didn’t want to be in his crib and cried to be taken out. After a while we took him out and decided to go to the bookstore. He slept great later that night.

Today he took his morning nap fine. But as I put him down for his afternoon nap, a couple minutes later he started crying as if he wanted out. I had him cry for a few minutes then went in and laid him down again. As soon as I went through the motions to lay him down he started crying again. After a few minutes the crying got so hysterical he started to do the “hyperventilating” cry. You know the one, where they sound as if they are trying to catch their breath. I didn’t understand what was wrong. He just had his milk about 20 minutes ago and I just changed his diaper. After about 5 minutes of crying I went in. Poor thing was doing his hyperventilating crying and it took a good 10 minutes to settle him down. I was not sure if he just didn’t want to take a nap or if he was in physical pain. There was no fever and I couldn’t see anything physically wrong. So I brought him in the bedroom to see if he would relax there. Well after 20 minutes of me trying to get him to settle down, I put him back in his crib. I didn’t think there was any way he would fall asleep in my bedroom especially with the dogs in the room.

Back in his room, soon as I kissed his face and picked him up to put him in his crib he started to bawl again. He had 2 Hunters with him and I couldn’t get one away so I left the room. The armadillo as expected started to howl as soon as I left. I let it go on for about 5 minutes and was close to getting him again. I didn’t want him to hyperventilate and spit up, but fortunately he stopped and was lying down. It’s been about 30 minutes since I put him in the crib and about 20 minutes since he calmed down. I’m crossing my fingers and toes that he’s sleeping and will get a good nap. It appears that he’s sleeping from what I see on the video monitor so that’s a good sign. The only thing that prevents me from being 100% convinced he’s sleeping is that he is vigorously sucking on his pacifier. And before you hassle me that he’s still using his pacifier, he only uses it when he sleeps. Getting back to the main subject, I just hope that he has finally relaxed enough to nap. 3 minutes have now passed and so far so good. My fingers and toes are still crossed.

Holidays are Approaching

2005-11-11T16:10:00.000-08:00

We made the rounds to another park today and boy it was cold this morning. It’s a good thing that I dressed the armadillo warmly. I should have took a picture. He looked so hip and trendy. The armadillo wore an orange hoodie, brown pants, and a olive green quilted vest. So adorable! He looked like such a little boy. Little by little my baby boy is disappearing every day. There were playground equipment that were not at the other parks we’ve been to. There was a little slide with a batch of small stairs not too far off. The armadillo was able to climb up the stairs and go down the slide by himself. He was so excited going down the slide. I had to help him sit down on the slide otherwise he’d be going down head first all the time. The armadillo found a mold of a starfish that you would use to play in the sand. He made himself laugh everytime he picked up a bunch of sand and put it in the mold. Of course he was sitting in the sand and managed to get sand all over his clothes and his hair. Thank goodness he’s getting a bath tonight. It was arduous for me to just stand there and watch him get sand all over him. But I’m trying to get myself used to my son getting himself dirty. The armadillo also got grimy when he was putting his hand in the water that was running down from a fountain. The armadillo would lie on the wall, that was incidentally covered with sand, and put his hand in the water. He managed to get water on the wall which he then lied on everytime he wanted to touch the water again. Sand and water covered the front of his vest and on his sleeves. Another good thing I’m doing a load of his laundry today.

We went to Target today [of course]. I had a particularly good time browsing their Christmas decorations section. Target had a plethora of decorations, trees, ornaments, gift wrapping, etc .. It got me in the holiday mood. It’s a good thing I was pushing the armadillo in the stroller, not a cart. Otherwise the cart would be full of Christmas items. Hopefully B-Dad will put up the “fake” tree we have and we can decorate it with those lovely ornaments I will eventually buy at Target. Ha ha … Every time I see Christmas adornments in the stores my first thought was that it was so early. But then again, it’s only about 6 weeks till it’s Christmas. I need to get my shopping done.

To My Beloved Family:

Please email me your Christmas wishlist sooner rather than later. This way I can get started earlier and hope to have your omiyage’s with you on Christmas day. Otherwise I’ll just choose what I think you all will like! For example, Grandpa, I saw a lovely Dallas Cowboys hat that I think you will enjoy. Just kidding!

I’ll also reciprocate with our wishlists soon. I bet you can’t wait for that!

Second Child Syndrome

2005-11-10T16:16:00.000-08:00

I ordered more hapai tees for myself. How exciting to have these tees in my wardrobe. It’s amusing to wear them and have people compliment you on the designs. It’s a shame that you can only wear them when you’re hapai. It would be a little bizarre I guess to wear a tee that says “Prego” when you’re not. I’m still on the lookout for more hip and trendy hapai wear, so if you know of any, drop me an email!

I took the armadillo to the park again. This one was a different park, closer to B-Dad’s office. He had fun as usual. There was this little girl, about a year older than the armadillo that the armadillo was following around. It was a lovable sight to see. The armadillo would go up to the girl and start “talking” to her and pointing to things on the playground. She even followed him at one point to a location the armadillo was “talking” about. Of course the little girl’s mother and myself had no idea what they were “conversing” about and laughed. It was a delightful sight.

There was also this boy who is a month older than the armadillo. He was busy climbing on all of the playground equipment. I was thoroughly impressed and slightly embarrassed at the same time. I started thinking that maybe I was being too overprotective of the armadillo exploring on his own. I have let him climb on structures on his own, but I “spot” him every way. I just don’t want him to fall and hurt himself. But I know he will eventually but I hope he doesn’t hurt himself too bad. But the armadillo is improving on his climbing skills. He was able to climb up a structure by himself and go down the slide on his own. He was so happy with himself and so full of pride. But with the other child, he was not the firstborn since he was playing with his older brother, so I throw some weight to the “second child” syndrome, as my sister-in-law calls it. It’s where you relax a bit in areas where you normally would have worried like you did with your first child. I wonder if I’m going to have that in me. Odds are that I will as I just can’t see having the time to coddle a toddler and an infant at the same time. Lucky me!

There's an Armadillo in the Park

2005-11-09T15:30:00.000-08:00

I’m really starting to enjoy taking the armadillo to the park. It gives him such fantastic exposure to the outdoors, other children, and encourages his physical abilities to grow. We went to the park for about an hour today. The armadillo is getting so adventurous when playing on the playground structures. He’s able to climb up some structures and come back down all by himself. Of course I’m there spotting him all the way. He’s starting to enjoy sitting and playing with the sand. Lucky me. I just cringe inside seeing him run his hands through the dirty sand, but oh well, he’s having fun and that’s just fabulous. The armadillo spent about 10 minutes watching the geese that frequent that area of the park. He was so in awe. We were watching them eat and having discussions about their day, I’m assuming. There was one little girl who decided to walk in the middle of the flock and chase a particular goose around. Excuse me but I would never let the armadillo do that. Not only do I not want the armadillo to bother the geese, but I’m afraid that they might want to attack him in defense. Poor geese, with all the children running around I’m surprised they come around.

Another great reason why taking the armadillo to the park is for the exercise. It wears him out physically so when we go to do errands later, he’s not as fussy to get out of the stroller. Whew.

The Sequoia is at the Service department getting our rearview camera and wood paneling installed. Hopefully it won’t take very long. I’m driving B-Dad’s car and B-Dad is driving a loaner car. His loaner car is a Rav4. I find it funny that he’s driving that small car. He’s not too excited about it. Going from a G35X to a Rav4 is a big difference. With any luck it will only take a couple of days to have the work done and I can have my car back, as well as B-Dad getting to drive his sporty car again.

Last night we had Indian food from a place called The Curry House. Blech … I give it 2 stars. It’s not as good as other places. How disappointing. I also went to a local bakery and picked up a couple of cookies. One chocolate chip and one peanut butter for both B-Dad and I to share. It’s too bad that the armadillo saw us eating the cookies. Boy the armadillo ended up eating almost ½ of the peanut butter cookie. It’s a bummer because I really liked that peanut butter cookie and I don’t usually eat peanut butter cookies. Oh well, that just means another trip to the bakery!

Coffee and Wishlists

2005-11-08T16:20:00.000-08:00

I’m craving a cup of coffee. It seems everywhere I look someone is holding a cup of coffee and I start to drool. I don’t know what it is, but the smell of coffee drives me nuts. Of course I drink a cup of decaf now and then, but even now when I’m sitting on my bed typing this I’m craving a cup of coffee. It could be that I’m watching a show and one of the characters is drinking a cup of coffee. It’s funny that when you’re hapai, the mere mention or picture of a particular food or drink will set off the cravings. Most times fortunately for me the cravings go away as soon as they come.

I can’t believe that it’s November already. I was thinking how early the stores are in putting up their Christmas decorations, but then I remembered that it’s a little over 6 weeks till the holidays. Damn, time sure does fly when you get older. I’d better get started on my gift lists soon.

* Cousin E ~ What are you reading now? Are you excited about the new Harry Potter film? I am! I’m planning on seeing it during the opening weekend. Uncle B and I are going to take turns. Too bad the armadillo is still too young to enjoy the Harry Potter stories. Plus this latest film looks more for older children than the younger ones.

** Cousins E & W ~ What’s on your Christmas wish list???? Please send me an email with your suggestions. I guess I could include the rest of the family as well … ha ha. Please send me an email with your wish, remember I say wish list. … How was your Halloween? Where are the pictures of you two in your costumes??? Mama H … pictures???

Reno

2005-11-07T14:38:00.000-08:00

The armadillo, B-Dad and I drove over to Reno this past weekend to meet the grandparent units. I was excited to see my parents again, not to mention have a chance to do some legalized gambling. In case you didn’t know, I’m a HUGE fan of gambling. B-Dad and I love playing in the casinos. I’m more of a roulette player than anything. I know it’s more luck than skill, but I’m hooked on the possibility of that little white ball falling in my favorite numbers slots. It’s so addicting! My preferred numbers are 19, 20, 5, and 25. I throw in other numbers here and there, but I always play those 4 numbers. Oh I also split the 0’s as well. You never know. I almost never play the outside bets, you know red/black, 1st 12, etc … I also play Let It Ride as well. I got a straight as my highest payoff on this trip. It’s not a Royal Flush, but it’s better than nothing. I almost never play the slots. My money goes by way too fast and I’m not into pressing a button to spin the wheel every second.

We all stayed at the El Dorado Hotel. B-Dad and I usually are pretty loyal to Harrah’s but there is an obnoxiously earsplitting train that goes by the hotel at night tooting its horn. Last time we were there it woke up B-Dad and the armadillo. Not fun. It turns out you can still hear the train at the El Dorado but it’s not so noisy. We requested a crib for the armadillo but it was too small and the armadillo wasn’t having any of it. Both nights he slept on the bed with me because he couldn’t get comfortable in the crib. Though the second night was a little better since B-Dad was able to at least get him to fall asleep in the crib. But later that night the armadillo must have turned and hit himself on the metal railings and woke up. It was endearing at times when he slept next to me. But I could do without the moving and kicking throughout the night. However he is so adorable when he sleeps.

The drive going up was reasonable all in all. The weather wasn’t bad, but the armadillo did not want to be in the car. He only slept for about 45 minutes and was fussy for almost 90% of the way. What a drive. Nevertheless we arrived in Reno about 4 hours later, not bad.

We had a good time with the grandparents. They were there in Reno to see the UH vs Nevada football game. Then they would go to San Francisco to see the 49ers play. I’m delighted that we all got to spend time together. The grandparents were kind enough to watch the armadillo for a bit so that B-Dad and I could go gamble. They took the armadillo to Circus Circus to watch the entertainment and play games. He was joyfully distracted and didn’t appear to miss B-Dad and I. That was a relief for me.

The grandparents are flying home tonight. How disappointing. I wish they could stay for a couple weeks. I know the armadillo would love that. I don’t think we’ll see them till sometime next year. Hopefully that time will come soon. But I know it won’t be soon enough for me.

We're Back

2005-11-07T09:50:00.000-08:00

We’re back! We spent a wonderful weekend in Reno spending time with the grandparents. I’ll update with more later today.