Epiphanies

Was pretty bad for awhile so want to see if the upgrades have helped.

Really love taking photographs – wish I could be better at it… Spent some time checking out other people’s photographs. Some woman does high iso and no sharpening – I really wonder if that’s what makes her photos so amazing. Don’t really get that… Everyone says the higher you go the more grain you get. I’ll have to try it. Wonder what her presets are also but I’m sure it’s her trade secret.

Today was C’s last swimming lesson. I’m going to try hard to take him swimming though. We bought a Body Glove water baby carrier so that I or Dh could hold J in it while in the water. That way C won’t drown since I’ll be in the pool with him. I want Dh to try it first though before I do.

Anyway, J decided to gift me with a poo diaper at the swimming lesson for the first time. I’ve made it these last three months without having to change his diaper so I thought I was home free. Sadly not. And they were fixing the women’s bathroom so I had to change him in the men’s room. The diaper changing station was made for giants (slight exaggeration) but it was seriously hard for me to reach. It was placed way too high for me. Wth is that about? Do men really need the table to be that high? I’m seriously considering buying the diaperbridge except I think it’s for smaller babies and J is getting bigger by the day. It’s a great idea. I don’t know if we’d use it much. I can really just go change him in the car. I think if it worked in a plane, it would be awesome. Planes are a pain and a half for changing diapers.

We made up for Sunday night’s lack of family night by playing cadoo tonight. I also solved the mystery of those random cadoo boxes that were lying around. Apparently we got them as a Burger King kid’s meal promotion. We ended up buying cadoo ($7.99 price cut at Target) since my SIL thought it was a good game. We had fun. C still needs a little help (4 yo) but I think with practice he will get the hang of it. I think he’s not exactly familiar with it and so feels trepidation about doing things. I think it’s not that he can’t do it but that he’s afraid to do the wrong thing for fear of looking stupid. I need to train him out of that. B was nice tonight. He was very helpful in trying to figure out for everyone their best move. He wasn’t a cutthroat about it – hope he stays like that. It’s a good trait to have not to be so hung up on winning. It’s still disappointing to lose but letting it go and moving on leads to inner peace *cough*.

Dh has this thing about leaving the heads on the shrimp. Not sure if he’s trying to divest the kids of their fear of shrimp heads or simply scare the bejesus out of them. Think C didn’t want to have to hurt these little animals that still have heads. Anyway, they’re finally getting used to it and have managed to behead the shrimps all by themselves. Not eat the heads, just behead them. Just goes to show you: tough love works with beheading shrimp heads. They didn’t like the taste of the heads so doubt they’ll ever eat the heads (me included).

I also learned something new. Dh taught me how to eat the meat inside the shelled part next to the shrimp tails. It’s all in the way you hold the tail. You hold one part of the tail (don’t squeeze), and pull it out. It comes out easily.

C: “One day I’ll be a professional.”

Me: “A professional what?”

C: “A professional.”

Me: “Do you know what a professional is?”

C: “A professional is someone who eats mushrooms, shrimp heads and shrimp tails.”

Me: “Ah.” Too cute.

My MIL told me yesterday that J was probably going to be wealthy when he grows older, not because of the big earlobes, a Chinese superstition I’d heard of before, but because he has a receding hairline and because his ears are close to his head. Then she started telling me how when Dh was a little kid, they stayed overnight at a monastery and the monk looked at Dh and told her that if she lavished attention on him throughout his life he would one day take care of her in her old age. She told her MIL that and her MIL was very happy. Kind of a weird story. I guess she believed the monk had the ability to read faces. My boss back when I worked at Columbia used to have her face read by a Chinese guy. I actually considered having my face read at one point just to try it but really, it’s just another way of separating people from their money. I try to think logically about things like that. What is the purpose of having your face read? Is it so that you can make your life better? Or to hear bad news? To change fate? I think no good can really come out of it other than satisfying a morbid curiosity as to where your life is heading.

Men are more likely to “wilf” (“What Was I Looking For”) than women – too bad I fall into that percentage of women that are as guilty of wilfing as the next guy.