The Armadillo Tales

Who's Your Doctor?

I went to my obstetrician today for my post-delivery check up.   But it was more like I went to her office rather than actually seeing her.  I rarely saw her during my pregnancy.   In fact I think that I have only seen my obstetrician three times at the most when I was pregnant.    The office’s nurse practitioner performed all of my obstetrician check ups.   She also wasn’t there during the delivery because she was out of town.   I had a great doctor do the delivery.   I can’t remember her name.   I wish I did because I was thinking I’d like to visit her practice, if she has one.   Even today, my obstetrician didn’t do my post-delivery check up, the nurse practitioner did.   How strange that her name is everywhere on my hospital stay documents but I saw her only once the whole time I was in the hospital.   Women have asked me who I see and if I like her.   Is she nice?    How was she in the delivery room? Etc …  I always feel strange trying to give an answer.   It’s an odd feeling to give my obstetrician a reference when I don’t even see her.    It makes me wonder if that means my obstetrician gets all of the credit without doing any of the work?

I like that job.

VW In Da House

Need a good laugh?   Then click here.   This will take you to where you can view the new Volkswagen commercials.   If you haven’t seen them already, they are a “must-see”.    One word … hilarious!    Whomever created these commercials are brilliant!

Vegan Lunch Box

I am not a vegetarian and I sincerely believe that I could not be one no matter hard I try.  I’m sorry I just enjoy eating meat.   But if it was a life or death situation where I had to become a vegetarian, I think I could do it if my meals were cooked by Jennifershmoo.    This remarkable woman lovingly creates delicious looking vegan meals for her child every school day.   If you have not seen her blog then I highly suggest you take a look.   I find her creations amazing and wonder how this mother can find the time to do this almost every day.   On top of posting pictures of her child’s vegan lunch box, she also includes recipes and her child’s verdict on lunch of the day.   Therefore if you need help to accommodate to a vegan lifestyle visit Vegan Lunch Box.

Seepage

Alright, my mind is racing.   How long ago did this happen?  Was it like this when I was at Gymboree Music?    Why didn’t I notice this before?  Oh gawd, I hope no one else saw.   I can’t believe this happened.   It has never occurred before.   I would hope if it was there during the armadillo’s music class that another mommy would have told me.   Sigh, it was so obvious.   It’s a good thing I wore a jacket while outside.   I wish the armadillo would have said something.   Well, if he could.   I just can’t believe it.    The circular spot on my shirt was so obvious.    That’s right.

We got leakage. 

I didn’t know what it was at first.   I thought I dripped water on my shirt.   But then I noticed how it went through my shirt, through my camisole, and down to my unmentionables.   How totally unexpected.  The strange thing was is that the lil’ lamb wasn’t even with me.   You know I read about how moms hear their babies cry and the dam breaks.   This wasn't the case.

On a better note, lovely B-Dad was gracious enough to watch the lil’ lamb while I took the armadillo to his Music class.   B-Dad took the lil' lamb to Home Depot to buy a toilet seat.    The current one we have in our master bedroom cracked.  Is that someone's way of telling me that I need to go on a diet.    B-Dad put duct tape to temporarily fix it while we got a new one.   So currently now we sit on such a "ghetto" toilet seat.   I should take a picture.  Our lovely seat with the duct tape accents.   

Getting back to B-Dad and the lil' lamb.   I asked B-Dad when his schedule permits if he could watch the lil' lamb while I take the armadillo to his Gymboree classes.   This way I get to participate more than I would have if I had the lil’ lamb with me.   I was delighted to have been able to be more involved with the armadillo.    As usual the armadillo had a blast.    He did a great job playing with the musical instruments and moving around.   I just love my armadillo and all his innocence. 

New Torture Method

It’s 11:05pm and everyone else in the house is asleep.   My 2 boys, the dogs, the cats and B-Dad.   I’m sitting here trying to type a quick post but I can’t concentrate.   All I can hear are the deafening sounds being emitted by B-Dad at a rhythmic pace.   I have to stop.   I might as well go to sleep.  No matter how hard I try I cannot focus.    He stops then quickly picks up from where he left off.   There’s no reprieve.   Oh how this would make an effective torturing tool … sleep deprivation … the agony. 

Good night.

Lush Lashes

Every time I look down at my lil’ lamb one thought crosses my mind.   Why don’t I have those curly eyelashes?    I can’t help but feel a bit of jealousy when I look into my son’s eyes.   He’s only 6 weeks and his eyelashes curl up so perfectly.    I can only achieve that look with a pair of fake eyelashes, an eyelash curler and some crazy glue.     He is so beautiful.   Like the lil’ lamb, the armadillo has a gorgeous pair of eyes too.    His eyes are huge and they have that beautiful smoky look only a female can envy.      Sometimes I find myself just obsessing about their eyes.   I look into them long and hard, thinking that if I fixate on them long enough, I’ll get a pair myself.   It’s a weird situation though.

How many mommies do you know that have eyelash envy off her sons?

Got Change?

Got change for a billion dollars?   Oh lordy, I can't believe there was someone stupid enough to create a fake billion dollar bill.   What's even more amazing was that some people thought it was real!   Click here for full story.

Japanese Women

I have finished reading “Japanese Women Do Not Get Old or Fat: Secrets of My Mother’s Tokyo Kitchen” by Naomi Moriyama. If there was one book which made me feel like a lazy fat slob, it’s this one. Why am I not cooking any Japanese food dishes? The recipes the author included are simple and sound so yummy. I would love love love to have a Japanese breakfast every morning. Miso soup, rice, egg, a bit of fish ... ah I’m salivating! Aside from the yummy recipes I enjoyed reading the author’s introduction and explanation of the whole concept of Japanese cooking. She covered it from differing points of view and “translated” it in easy to understand terms that someone like me could understand. What also made the book interesting was the author’s brief tidbits on Japanese history and how it related to their way of cooking. It would be ideal if I could set up my kitchen to be similar to a “Tokyo” kitchen as the author describes. I don’t know if that will happen soon, but I’m crossing my fingers that it will.

If you’re looking for a book to give you an introduction to Japanese cooking, this is the one.

Conceal

I swear the armadillo gets smarter and smarter every day. But it’s not necessarily the type of “smarts” I am keen on. The other day when I was changing the lil’ lamb’s diaper downstairs, the armadillo makes a beeline for the diaper wipes. B-Dad and I always tell the armadillo, “no touch”. This time I told him the usual as his hand tried to swipe one away. As expected he took his hand away and just sat next to me as I changed the lil’ lamb’s diaper. Not more than 5 seconds go by and what do I see? The armadillo, the sneaky bugger, discreetly takes a wipe and hides it under his leg! I look at the armadillo and asked him, “Did you take a wipe?” He just looks at me with his usual wide eye stare. I couldn’t believe it! How do these little people learn these behaviors? I started to think about it later that day. One thought came to mind … It couldn’t have been that night where B-Dad tried to hide the fact that he was eating a Kit-Kat. Nah … Nor it couldn’t have been that day when I tried to conceal my scoffing of a chocolate chip cookie, trying to mask this in front of the armadillo. Or could it? … Nah …

Harry

Well I finally got to watch it, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I am a huge fan of the Harry Potter books. Of course B-Dad and I had to wait till it came out on DVD for us to watch it. I enjoyed the movie. I liked the fact that as the characters got older, so did the age required to watch the movie. It was no longer sweet and cute. This movie by far has been the darkest to watch. There were more scenes of violence and the story was definitely for a more mature audience than in past movies. I’m not sure if they are making a fifth movie but I would definitely go and see it. I hope that I can get my sons to watch it when they’re old enough.

I'll have to continue this post later, as I am nodding off as I type this. I am exhausted. I’d better take a quick nap … the lil’ lamb should be waking up in about ½ hour.