bluh-duh

so at izzy's 15 month appointment the other day, we found out she has only grown an inch in the past 3 months but has gained no weight. her head has grown a little bit, but just barely. i guess that part is okay, because she doesn't like hats anyway.

i've been concerned about how small she is, because everyone and their dog points out how tiny she is. i know they mean well, but i don't really like it when they call her "a peanut." what does that even mean? she doesn't look like a peanut. she doesn't act like a peanut (wears a top hat and carries a cane). she can't even eat peanuts. she's allergic to them.

anyhoo...

she's skinny. not weird for a kid who was born from a woman who is 5'2" and was always petite growing up. in the process of talking about her growth, i mentioned to the doctor that i wanted to get izzy tested for her food allergies. i have found out (the hard way) what things produce hives, so i have stayed away from those items. as a concerned parent, i just wanted to be sure and also have the precaution for a possible severe reaction should it occur (i.e. an epi-pen).

i took her in (unfortunately, for the second time) to get her blood drawn. poor thing did not "produce" enough the other day, so i had to bring her in again. i filled her up with apple juice this time, so it was thankfully fail-safe.

as soon as i stepped into the room, izzy knew. she grabbed my neck and wailed. she saw the nurses come in and screamed. she was so horrified that she even started shaking her head "no" to tell herself or me that she couldn't believe this was happening again. she was such a brave girl though, because she actually looked at the needle. i can't even do that. i abhor needles and drawing blood.

needless to say, i am totally proud of her. despite the tragedy of the day, she came out of it giving the nurses a pissy-face with no crying. good thing we're moving. the blood will be traveling to the infamous mayo clinic, and we'll know in a week. meanwhile, enjoy some random video of how crummy it is to be a baby at the doctor.

cousin it look-a-like

with my crazy kinks growing out (thank you hormone changes) and my bangs acting as my own personal shades, i feel it is time to get a new haircut. plus, we are moving and i am leaving my beloved hairstylist. it took me a little while to find her here in minnesota, so i am dreading the hunt and potential bad haircuts in utah.

you see, not everyone can cut straight, asian hair well. all you girls with hair similar to mine know what i mean. mistakes are not easily hidden. lack of layering can make one's head look like a paintbrush. too much layering or poor cutting skills can wreak havoc on the hair. plus, i hate it when certain hairstylists feel that they have to impose their style on your head. i never tell them i want my hair to be giant and heavily-laden with product. they just assume.

anyway, i found a couple of 'dos i like. they're not terribly new or exciting, because i am trying to be realistic with how much time my child allows me to do my hair.





hairstyles were found on rasysa.

weird science

i don't know how some nerd did this, but i love it.



oh, these aren't just everyday kittens. they're hybrid monkey cats. jigga what?! yeah, you heard me. two of the funniest animals (in my opinion) got together and made babies.

we're currently pet-free right now, but i think i might make an exception. just as long as these monkey cats can walk on their hind legs and play drums while purring...

fabric and family

so bree (pete's sister) just got back from a month-long trip to japan (so jealous), and she was so gracious to find and bring back some fabric for me. now, i just have to hone my sewing skills. i've sewn 2 pairs of pants and a doll for izzy, but they all are very sloppy. blarg...



as for the family, izzy has changed a lot since i last updated you all. she is now walking! she also has 4 new teeth--molars, to be exact. she can sign "baby," and we've tried getting her to do the other signs but she just chuckles. she's down to one nursing session a day, and she's doing really well. despite her allergies, she is a happy eater. she'll eat just about anything. well, she doesn't like orange vegetables for some reason. oh, she talks a lot. it's still jibber-jabber, but she has a lot to say. she also has a lot of facial expressions to go along with what she is talking about.


*don't be grossed out by her food. it's lentil soup. i make it every so often, and the kid loves it.


*izzy at the local splash pad. there were a billion kids there, and they were all bigger. izzy was really nervous and cold, so she spent most of the time walking very slow and doing a weird chicken pose. see below.

i want, i want

browsing on ohbeedoh blog, i saw this:



it's ikea's play kitchen for kids! after shopping ikea stuff for a few years, i am not a fan of anything that you have to sit on. although, shelving and other miscellaneous items are just great. kids stuff for super cheap, even better! i mean, we all know kids stuff is going to get scratched, scribbled on, drooled on, whatever. so why pay a ridiculous amount of money for a play kitchen?

i've heard of people making their own, but i am not that creative or inventive.

apparently, it's not quite available stateside yet. i guess i will have to wait..

just my luck

i'm not into superstitions or the cosmos or any other type of mystical thing, but i do believe in luck. good luck. bad luck. dumb luck. all of it. i believe that luck is god's humor or wrath. you can figure it out based on what happens to you.

anyway, i have now come to terms with the fact that i am the person who always finds hair in their food. always. i already have a weak stomach, so this doesn't help matters when i spot it. i never return the food either, because i'm too scared to bring it up. perhaps even too embarassed. i don't like conflict, and i fear the chaos that my pointing it out would stir. maybe i should bring it up. i could get more free meals out of it.

i wish this was not my reoccurring luck, but it just is. i'm sure i've consumed much worse than hair in my life. goodness knows we all have. i just prefer to see it attached to heads and not swimming in my thai food.

SNL - I heart you! Number II

One of my all time favorite SNL bits. See if you can get this one out of your head the rest of the day!!