He says “Have a nice Thanksgiving.  Take her home, she’s fine. There is nothing wrong with her.”

Official diagnosis for the paperwork:

“Poor Weight Gain”

Patient instructions:

“Continue present management”

We are also to discontinue the vitamins, which she HATES!, so double good news.

Height: 26.93″ (68.4 cm)
Weight: 15 lb 4.8 oz (6.94 kg)

WOO HOO!!!

I had to go to Japan. I’m in the University cafeteria, which looks very much like almost every other university cafeteria I’ve ever been inside, except the “chefs” are on risers behind their stations, so they tower above the customers by about 2 feet.

I go up to a sushi station, and there are 2 prices on the board, $6.99 and $7.99.  Hey, it’s my dream, if I want to buy cheap sushi priced in U.S, dollars in Tokyo, that’s up to me.

I asked the Itame for a sushi lunch, and he says sure, what do I want.  I comment that his English is really good, and he says he used to live in Toronto.  We talk for a bit, and he keeps asking what specifically I want. I tell him to surprise me.  He makes me confirm 3 times that I’m willing to trust him, and won’t freak out like a Gaijin.

So then he asks if I have money they accept there.  I reply that yes, I do. I reach into my wallet for my debit card, and find that it is gone! My husband took it to work with him that morning, knowing that I was going to Japan for a week!  All I have is a single $20 to get me through an entire week in Japan!

I started to cry. Here I am, in the home of sushi, and I can’t afford to eat!

Then I woke up.

Miriam has a 9:30 doctor’s appt with the specialist. This is a follow up.  Please send “there is nothing wrong with her, she’s just petite vibes”.  Thanks.

I asked J to please transfer the diapers to the dryer this morning first thing when he woke up, because yesterday she went through all of the covers. It usually takes a few days, but yesterday was extra special fun.

So, an hour after he got up, I got up, planning to get Miri up in 20 minutes, after my shower and coffee.  He hadn’t transfered them. Ugh. I can’t wake Miriam until I can change her diaper, so this morning will be extra rushed.  I wonder if I can hand her a pancake to eat in the carseat?  We have to be at the doctor’s 15 minutes before her appt, so I’ll give her a bottle there.

Then, because it is Veteran’s Day, My mom and sister have the day off work, so we plan to get together and do something fun. It must also be cheap/free because Novemeber caught us with our pants down and things are super tight.  At least until the 15th.  Aren’t car repairs fun?  Oh, and Jason needs a crown replaced too.

Miriam refused to sleep last night, we finally got her down at 11:30. She usually goes to sleep at 7:30, so today should again be that extra special kind of fun.

Well, the dryer might be close to dry, and we need to leave here in 15 minutes.  I guess I should go wake the howler.

Have a great day.

I love my husband.  Very much.  Never doubt that.  But sometimes, he can be the most useless yet helpful man alive.  Let’s take last night as an example.

His phone rang during the night, as is typical, and he came downstairs to work.  A few moments before he finished up, Miriam started to stir, and woke up crying.  He could have walked an extra 10 steps, and picked up the ready-made bottle in the fridge, but he didn’t.  He came back up to bed. So, I got up, came downstairs, got the bottle, climbed up the stairs, went into the nursery, and gave it to Miriam who was then happy and going back to sleep.

You’d think the story would end there.  Nope.

I started heading back to our room, and DH clomped his way to the nursery, eyes closed.  I asked “what are you doing?” he said “helping” and marched loudly over to the crib to look at munchkin, who was woken up by the very loud footfalls.

So, I spent the next 20 minutes settling her down to sleep again.  I sent DH back to bed.  10 minutes later, he came back to the nursery with my pillow.  I again asked “What are you doing?” He said “You asked for your pillow”.  I of course, had done no such thing.

He then lay down on the floor of the nursery, with my pillow.

I got Miriam back into the crib, got DH up off the floor, and everyone went back to bed.

See, helpful and yet useless.

But, he did manage to upload the halloween pictures, finally. 

A baby sock is just small enough to be a choking hazard.  Not small enough to be swallowed completely, but small enough to get lodged in the throat of any baby foolish enough to try to eat her own damned sock.

Mama needs a drink.

A haircut and bleach job can be a major change.

But blue beats blond any day.

My darling husband, Jason, didn’t quite understand that I bought hair-dye because I’m going through a bit of an identity crisis these days. I bought henna and used that 2 weeks ago, which gave me an auburn color, because we had to attend a Bat Mitzvah, and it was a family function thing that I needed to look “adult” for, and I purchased another color, for when the auburn fades. Something a little more “wild” and less “maternal”.

But he stole it!

Okay, he asked first, and I helped, so maybe he didn’t steal it, but it turned out so neat I’m jealous!

Isn’t he just adorable? The color turned out so wonderfully on him! But, we used the full package! I think for all my hair, I’d need two or three packages to get those kind of results.

Oh well. I’ll just have to buy more dye. Sometimes sharing is good.

Guess who has to start over. Yeah.

That is all.

While emptying my dishawasher this morning, the tupperware cupboard exploded all over the place. I’m sure you’ve had the experience. 400 little plastic containers and assorted lids shoved precariously into one cabinet along with a hand-mixer, a bamboo serving tray, 1 platter, a plastic pitcher, and three cookie sheets that should have been thrown away during the Carter administration suddenly decide that they will no longer just be a jumble of mess in a closed cabinet and decide to make a break for freedom across the kitchen floor.

I wish I had taken a picture, it was a sight to see, all those blue plastic lids flying everywhere, and none of them the same color because none of it is the same brand! Did you know Ikea, Ziploc, Tupperware, and Glad all use blue lids? I think it is a conspiracy.

Anyway, enough was enough. I yanked everything out, sat there in the middle of the kitchen floor, and sorted. Then I sorted some more. And more.

Low and behold, it all fits in the cabinet when nicely stacked! There is even extra room in there! Whoulda thunk it?

I may have to sort through all of my cabinets and clean ‘em out.

Later.