The Armadillo Tales

I Miss You

To my dearest Lucy ...

I was just thinking about you today.    I don't know why but I just was.   I realized that it's been about a year and a half since you left us.    I just wanted to let you know that I miss you.    I really miss you.   I think everyone, especially your little sister Aiko misses you.   I don't think that she and I will ever fully recover from your passing.      

You should see the armadillo now.  He's getting bigger every day.   When he sees your picture up on the refrigerator he always points at and says "Lucy!" with a huge smile on his face.    I'm sorry that you didn't get to meet the sumo baby.    I'm even sorrier that he will never know you.   You would love him just as much as the armadillo.   The sumo baby's smile is just as big as his older brother.

I hope that you are in high spirits oin your Rainbow Bridge.    Just remember that I love you and miss you.

Love,

Your mommy

Chomp

I can't remember the last time we went to the armadillo's Gymboree class, due to all of the viruses and bacteria that has been floating around in this house for the past couple of months.   We were finally able to go today and the armadillo had a great time.   I think he missed all of the play structures, singing, parachute activity and stamps.   Even the sumo baby wanted to participate.  He was struggling to get out of my carrier and crawl around with the other big kids.    

After class we were hanging out while I fed the sumo baby and my friend was feeding her baby.    I didn't see the whole episode but the armadillo got bitten.  My mommy friend saw it and yelled at her son to stop and promptly gave him a time out.   The armadillo's friend bit his finger.   I was shocked.    I think the armadillo was stunned as well.  I was looking at him to see what his reactions would be but he displayed this blank look.   I don't think he knew what to make of it.   After I asked him a couple of times if he was okay, his lip started to quiver and I thought he was going to cry.   But he didn't and just told me that his friend bit his finger.      

The armadillo uttered that he had an owie on his finger and I inspected his finger.  It was red and lo and behold there was an impression of a tooth.   A small one but it was a tooth.   I became upset after seeing that imprint on the armadillo's finger.   I know it wasn't a malicious act per se, but it was sort of right?   The armadillo's friend meant to bite him.      He meant to convey a message to the armadillo and used biting as his communication tool of choice.     I understand that the biter is only 2 1/2 but he could have bit the armadillo's finger off if the biter's mom didn't intervene.    That is scary.   

I'm not upset ... anymore.    But it sort of makes you think.   If the armadillo and his friend were sixteen years old, rather than 2 1/2, would things be different?    Would the biter go to jail?   Would assault charges be filed?    Would my son as the victim file a civil lawsuit against the biter and his family?     It is worthy to note that because they are only 2 1/2 that we are willing to dismiss this as a bad behavior incident.    Chalk it up to misbehaving toddlers.    But if the boys were older, would we, as parents be so willing to let it go?   

His First Steps

Watch out!   Here comes trouble ... the sumo baby is taking his first steps and he's not stopping!

No Place Like Home

I miss home.   It has been about 9 months since we were last in my birthplace, Honolulu.    I'm hoping we can go back soon.  Especially since reading this article.   I'm looking forward to seeing the changes that Waikiki has undergone.   I agree with Mr. Don Ho ... Waikiki was looking shabby.  But hopefully no more!

Photo credit SFGate

Whose Turn is It Now?

Who wants to get sick raise your hand?   Did I see your hand sumo baby?   Yes?    Okay ... you got it!

We're playing the respiratory infection version of the game 'tag' and I guess it's the sumo baby's turn.   I took him to the doctor this morning because he has been running a fever for the past couple days and he's starting to wheeze a little.   Appears that he has the same thing that his brother had ... B-Dad had ... that I had ... that everybody had ...     Ugh.   So of course again I am confined to this house.    Thank goodness that Target has a pharmacy and that, naturally is where I fill the prescriptions.    Therefore to throw myself a bone so that I could get some "fun" out of taking care of a sick baby, the sumo baby and I went to Target to get his medications.   Being that it would take about 20 minutes the guy behind the counter guessed, the sumo baby and I sat in the cafe for a few minutes then went to peruse the aisles.   Fortunately the sumo baby was gracious enough to allow me time to glance through the masses of lovely stuff inside Target.   I managed to do some shopping and picked up a few things for me as well.   All in all not a total loss.

Heart-Shaped Box

I recently puchased this book, Heart-Shaped Box by Joe Hill.    The basic synopsis for this book can be found here.    Now I love a good horror novel, something with a bit of thrill.   But when I read some of the reviews for this book I actually got frightened.    I found the concept of the book very appealing, but it also terrified me as well.   I didn't want to take the story into my world of dreams.  I didn't want to re-think about the dark rooms in the house and what may lie inside      I didn't want to ponder about what my dogs were growling about in the middle of the night.     Who wants to be afraid in their own house?  Not me.   

This morning the sumo baby and I went to Borders while the armadillo was in school.   I found that I had some time to kill as the sumo baby was sleeping in the stroller.   Then I thought, I'll start the book.  It's Borders ... it's the daytime ... no harm.    As I got through the first few chapters I realized that the story took a turn different from what I anticipated.    This fact made the story a little bit easier to chew.   I read the first fifty pages and so far so good.   Granted it's late at night and I'm typing this post rather than reading the book, but hey ... baby steps right?

Yes It Was an Earthquake ...

Whoa ... I don't know if I'll ever get used to these things ... It happened at 3:46pm.   The magnitude 3.4 earthquake was centered in Berkeley.

Earthquake

I think I just felt an earthquake ...

I'm Sick of Being Sick

I need for someone to pick up my house and dip it in a vat of bleach.   I'm sure some of you other mommies understand when I say I'm sick of being sick ... I'm sick of my boys getting sick ... I'm am just tired of someone in my family being sick for the past couple of months.    I was just being thankful for all things on this earth because my armadillo is on the path for mending.   But no sooner than I was thanking the divinities above it looks as if the sumo baby is catching a cold ... AGAIN.    Where the hell do we pick up these nasty bacteria spores?    The little sumo baby is coughing and snot is dripping from his nose and it's not stopping.   

"Snot, cough go away ...

Don't come back ... EVER."

3191

Gorgeous photos ... fascinating concept for this visual blog.

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