If I Ever Start Another Blog ...
I'll call it "Pressed Peanut Sweepings".Why would I ever start another blog? I can think of 3 reasons.
1. Wife finds out about this one.
2. Family finds about about this one.
3. I become some sort of public figure who is not allowed to make sometimes belligerent, immature, sexist, and funny-to-me comments.
Anyway, now that you are all here, I'll sneak in an update about life at frogurt estates.
The search for a home is becoming an epic land battle. Really. The Visigoths had an easier time getting land from the Romans! The main problems are thus:
1. We are at the top of a lengthy upward housing market. This has caused inflated prices.
2. Interest rates are going up. This has caused an ass-load of first time home buyers to flood the market, driving up prices even further as they compete for homes in the $115-150 range.
3. Wife likes ranches, I likes Colonials. Being from Japan, she doesn't see a ranch as a small, apartment-like house, ...she sees it as a palace.
The fidget midget (baby) has done an amazing turn-around. Long-time readers will remember that she was severely undersized in the womb, failing to grow after about 8 months. This caused the doctors to do induce labor immediately and pull her out. Since then (almost 2 months) she has expanded like puffed rice. At birth she was below the 10th percentile for babies at her age. This week the doctor told us she was just OVER the 50th percentile for size. This means she is at or just above average. She grew 3 pounds in one month and now weighs a hefty 10 pounds and .5 ounces.
This week she got to experience her first round of shots. She's such a great little baby. You can really see her examining her environment, thinking, learning. She curious and expressive, ...but not especially emotional. I had the duty of holding her tiny hand as they put two needles in her left thigh and one in her right.
She was so happy laying there on the table when the first one went in. Her expression changed immediately. I expected her to cry right away, but she didn't. She was shocked, surprised. Her expression said, "this can't be happening". It reminded me of movie actors who portray being tortured. There's that horrible moment before they begin screaming where their minds try to comprehend this unprecedented pain. Their eyes wander quickly, then focus inward, sadly realizing that it really is happening to them. She had that expression, and it broke my heart.
The screaming and crying came shortly, but it was almost a relief compared to her stomach churning silence. After the needle came out she stopped crying and settled down quickly. I know she was thinking, "ok, that was bad. But it's over. I survived. It's ok." I know she was thinking this because that's what I would think and that's what her expressions told me.
The second needle went in and out and she cried more quickly, settling down more slowly afterwards. The nurse said the last one is the worst, and it was. When the third needle went in she screamed hard and loud. It took her maybe 30 seconds to calm down afterwards. You could tell the pain lingered.
The nurse also said she would maybe eat a little less in the next 48 hours and sleep a little more, which is true. The upside is that she slept through the night and we all got a nice night's sleep for once.
The wife's father is flying into town next week Sunday with his wife. They are staying for a week. I like her dad. He's generous, nice, friendly, but very serious. I'll be taking him around town a bit as he likes to go out, drink, eat, and live it up.
Lastly, I'm going to get a chance to get out of the house next week. Crime and Judy plays at the Cactus next Saturday. Maybe I can convince to the Doc to go out earlier and see Spiderman 2. It'll be good to tip a Newcastle at the Cactus bar with the drunks again.
I truly need it.
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