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So Will and I have enjoyed our local Pizza delivery service about once a week - we think it is magically delicious that we can find a Canadian here in Osaka that knows her pie. Yes, it is true, you know you have been in Asia too long when you *think* you have found:
I swear - I do have moments of creativity and thus I desperately try to make time to blog...but choosing nap, laundry, sound bite on facebook, keeping up with my beautiful baby boy out and oh yeah, making it out of the house on occasion.... the blog has sadly lost its luster... I guess I shouldn't be like the NY Times and poll to see if people would be willing to pay me to read my blog? ;) HA!
So I live in fear of R2D2...well at least that is what I am calling the baby monitor. I feel at this point the monitor takes on a life of its own. I used to like it when it seemed to give me advanced warning of when the kid is going to wake up. I swear I have woken up to a click and a string of lights and ....silence...only to hear the kid about 5-10 minutes later. Lately however, it seems R2 is pulling a fast one so I sit and stare at the monitor and hope and pray that it wasn't really a peep, beep or click. Or when it is a peep, per our sleep training instructions, we are to wait 5-10 minutes before going in....and boy R2 is really annoying during that time - like "pay attention to me." Please Obi-mama, you're my only hope." Now when I return to bed, uh, couch, I pray to R2 that he will stay silent for the rest of the evening. Sometimes he listens, sometimes well, I'm starting to think R2 and the kid are in cahoots with each other to see how long it will take for mama to go crazy with 2-3 hour sleep stretches. They don't realize - it is not that much longer.
Well gosh, the last time I had this long of a hiatus from my blog I was pregnant.... well, sorry to disappoint, I've just been extraordinarily busy with my day job, being hostess with the mostess, travel agent and and and.... well... that damn Facebook killed this blog writing star. I will have to start over with my fan base because I know no one is reading this now when they got the Chin Choppa video to watch over and over on Facebook. It is amazing watching that monster grow...I mean of course Facebook, not babyFinn. I admit with my limited attention span nowadays, a quick blurb and the ability to say "like it" keeps me in the loop with everyone much faster than coming up with Japanese potty humor to share.
Just to let everyone in on a little secret - "Baby" (aka Will) and "Sweetie" (aka Tracy) do argue - not that often, but now that I'm thinking about it it is usually in the morning after "Sweetie" has just woken up - hmmm pattern? And I always thought "Sweetie" was a morning person. So after arguing with Will yesterday morning about getting something translated incorrectly, we both realized how out of "control" we felt living in Japan (Sweetie especially feels this way) - we rely much more so on our Japanese friends and colleagues than we ever did in China. Case in point - Will's goal (only recently fulfilled) was to be able to make a copy at work without asking for help - me on the other hand was wanting to be able to take Finn to the doctor for his vaccinations by myself (and have the paperwork translated in advance). Of course, after announcing my upcoming independent adventure to the all Japanese hospital, our friend Toshi agreed but added "okay you can go by yourself, but I'll still follow you just in case." :) I smiled and of course was eternally grateful that he came with Finn and me to the hospital because - yeah of course there were more questions that I would have needed his help with anyway.
See Part I in the previous blog....
I realize that in every part of the world there natural disasters. In the US I've lived where there are tornados and hurricanes and yes, I still go on with every day life. Moving to China - there were more man-made potential disasters to watch out for than natural, but I went on with daily life there as well - and lived to tell the tales... Therefore, I'm not sure why I was so overly panicky about moving to Japan because as I told my husband ..."but honey, they have earthquakes thar', and then the guilt trip... 'do you really want our son to live in 'the ring of fire'." In the first couple of weeks I swore I woke up a half dozen times thinking that every little jolt was a major earthquake - instead it was probably just my husband's gas or my snoring that woke me up. This fear is compounded by the fact that the language barrier is once again high and now that I have a kid, it was even more worrisome on how to figure out how to call the police or ambulance if we needed help.