Hihi the Horizontal Husband

This morning Joe decided to sweep the balcony, right after he vacuumed.

This week has been time looking after the Joe. Recently he hadn't had a proper bathe until today and he hasn't really left the house. Well he has really. He went to the Dr twice and got some antibiotics. I haven't used them as he's been good. He gets all snotty while he's sleeping. He went to sleep at 2.30am last night and 11.30pm tonight. Anyway, after he crashed last night, Hihi and I watched the recent Rambo movie. John Rambo I think it's called. It was cool. Very graphic and violent though but exciting as Rambo always saves the day. During the intense parts Hihi was like, 'Rambo is so reliable'. We crashed at 4.30am. Well Hihi obviously didn't I think he continued to watch TV and nibble, because he rose 12 hours later and then went to sleep tonight at 10pm . And he's sleeping in his shorts. I hate that - sleeping in clothes. He'll be receiving a punishment tomorrow.

We did manage to drive to Viva Home yesterday. It's about 10mins by car. It's a massive warehouse that sells everything you need for your home, garden and hobbywork. It is orgasmic. My dad would live there. There is also a joining mall area that contains a supermarket , some outlet shops, food places and a game parlour with the best play stuff for kids. The ride on toys rule and I wish Joe wasn't such a sooky so that ¥100 to ride them would go further. In saying that though, I would almost pay to just sit in them. Yeah, as soon as there is a little motion Joeboy gets scared.

The coin drop and push thing is my weakness and spent a lot time at those parloury thing while up the duff. Hihi's too quite partial.

We left there with a non slip spongy shower mat and a tape dispenser. And with the prices of fake grass and fake grass mats. We'll line the balcony with the stuff right after we take the measurements. I almost bought a portable greenhouse for dad. I will check out The Warehouse online first. God Christmas shopping already. 

Mil, Sil and nephew visited today. Joe woke from a short nap to be greeted by them. Oh his face was so funny. An expression of surprise, shock and happiness. They played with boy and Hihi updated them on his fourth installment of Luma and Hug. Hugluma means gears or clogs in Jappneizy. These characters were dreamt up a while back but it wasn't until last year while I was gestating and bearing Joe in NZ, that Hihi decided to animate them and enter them in a 3min competion for TakaraTomy. The prize was about ¥100,000 ($1400 NZ) plus a contract for a patent and merchandise. Well he won. It seems that they want short clips every 2 months. The pay is okay. Oh yeah, Joe is obsessed with these characters. He LOVES them. Here is the original.

I love persimmons (kaki) but not at the slimy stage. I also love dried ones. I can't imagine them juiced, but I am sure they are delish in yo git. Whats a persimmon recipe. mmmm...?

Well, tomorrow's adventure must be wool purchasing and top value margarine from Saty supermarket. I must bake a banana cake.

My Wednesday by Me

Joe's rattling away next to me. We're in bed and he has a cold and red throat. Poor bubba:( and he just cut 3 big daddy molar teeth :-0
Woke up at 10.30am and did my normal/usual shite; dishes, brekkie (rice, miso with tofu and some kind of mushroom, ham omelette and left over fried goodness from T), washing (laundry), vacuuming. After that I usually bugger off somewhere but today boy played on balcony. He swept and picked random stuff up and put it down again somewhere.
He knows who owns certain possessions and says 'hai, dozo (here you are)', when he gives them to us. It's buzzy discovering what they know. I love asking him to bring me the vacuum cleaner and watching him do it without any prompting. Today he made a telephone ring sound and then put a block next to his ear and babbled away. *Gush*.

After his afternoon nap we all ( Hihi included ) headed to the Dr but first I picked up my honey latte from Doutor cafe. After getting Joe's mystery powder- probably some type of decongestant or icing sugar, we perused the newly upgraded station shopping area. So, we checked out the DVD and music hire place and I was stoked to see Monty Python and most early season American dramas for ¥100 per 3 episode disc. After that I needed groceries and whIle was in the check out line, random twenty something asked if I was from NZ. She said she thought so because of my jandals or Beach slippers as they are known here (generally, they are for swimming pools and beaches only. I have been teased by my Nipponese mates before for wearing them). They are are purple havianas.
Anyway, she bought her stuff and then rejoined me to say she went there etc.....and then got quite emotional all tear well-y. Aww. That's the third time this type of situation has happened to me ( Someone welling up after talking about their stay in NZ).
I did do the ol' introduction to boys, a small chat and email exchange. It turns out she came back in March, her home town is Yamaguchi which is down the other end of Japan, she's job hunting and possibly lonely. So I will keep you updated on the progress of 'Supermarket Woman'.

Better sleep.

Oysters and Striped Rainbow Scarves

Well I have a 3 drink hangover. And Joe has a runny nose and can't breathe well at night. It's a teething thing. Babies usually get a little sick with a cold when they are teething.
I came home around 11.30 and they'd just finished bath time.
Joe was insufferable all night. He slept with me and needed to have a little elevation to breathe clearly. Buggery. We woke up around 12.30pm though.
Despite my condition we I had a relatively productive day. I did the usual - dishes,laundry, breakfast, tidy, clean, vac, shopping and cleaned the shower room. Yuck. It's not so hard but as I have been using gym's one, it seemed to have become gross because of male usage.
Made some battered oysters, mushrooms and bananas for T. They accompanied odon noodles.
We mostly eat Japanese cuisine and eat rice and miso soup all the time.

Last night was pretty predictable really. Catching up with mates. Drinking and dancing. Was fun but I think I'll sit on one drink next time. I'm a shit communicator when I'm sick. I can't be bothered talking to Hihi or Joe. I'd rather grunt if I could. I feel tight chested too, and I don't even smoke.

Met some Australian man and his daughter in the video store today. She doesn't speak English and Jap is spoken in the home. He said his parents will be disappointed when they come next month. That's one thing I which concerns me. I hope Joe can be bilingualised easily. We speak English at home and Japanese outside. English TV is mostly on too. I expect him to speak and understand English better than Japanese but he might not and I think I am dreaming on that one. I speak bugger all Japania really. I am basically too lazy to study. I know it's naughty and maybe embarrassing. I rely on Hihi to translate all the time and I can't really have a decent chat to anyone even my in laws ><.

I'm thinking I will start to knit Hihi a nice pure wool scarf tomorrow. I will use fat needles and pearl stitch. Hihi just said he wants it striped and that he likes rainbow colours. I think can approve that request providing he doesn't want pink triangles or the letter GAY knitted into it. So wool shopping is my mission for tomorrow.

BB time.

Baby Breakfasts and Beer Bosoms

Now, I have a 13 month old sucking my chickoobee (Japanese for nipple - no I didn't make it up).
Damn it. I'm trying to wean l think. It's been damn hard of late as his gum is popping up a double tooth so he's been comforted by my good ol' boosie. It's shocking at first witnessing teething in your first born. Now I understand why dad said, 'wait till he's teething..' He sleeps with me for 40% of the night too. Hubbo crashes on a futon in the open living area - where the TV is. Lol.

- He's in bed-

God I wonder how he'll be at 2.
He usually has leftovers for brekkie or something with rice and yogurt and fruit. The convenience of cereal would be way better. He doesn't seem to like weetabix at all though - where as I love them. I bought some Quakers oatmeal the other day. I always wondered what the heck it was as the cover has porridge with mushrooms in it. Anyways, he opens his mouth the width of a coin to eat it. I think I added banana to it that time. We'll persevere I think. I HATE wasting food.
Tonight I am having my first solo social outing. Choice. Hihi's tending to teething boy and I am gonna hang at What the Dickens in Ebisu with some mates. They'll do some rah rah poetry performing and music n' stuff. Pretty talented stuff going on and Ben Kemp is playing too. It's his Sayonara party. Boo Hoo. My plan is to get there around 7pm and stay a couple of hours. It takes about 50mins to get there and then I'll have a couple of beers and cruise on back. Early. To a teething baby who'll be dining on bosom beer and leaving my friends to enjoy the night as there is a pubic hair holiday tomorrow.
I'll better get ready. OOooh what shall I wear? I am not a dresser to the nines type girl. I am more of a casual, comfortable and cool dresser.

American curry anyone?

Now this hopefully will become a habit for me. Updating my blog when sprog is asleep. These days he's crashing at 1 bloody A bloody M. Grrrr....

I am one of what I think is a handful of foreigners in this town. So in order to avoid depression, I made a concerted effort to introduce myself to someone alike should I encounter them. And, in fact on my 2nd night here, with a 4 month baby in tow, I babycarred (what Japanese call strollers) into KC, the Colombian woman and their sproglets of which are female. There's 2 years between them and Joe. They are 2.5 and 4.
Anyway KC and I exchanged numbers and have bonded over the fact that we have the affinity of being female Westerners married to Asian guys with a half cast babies. She told she got pretty depressed after popping out Ayane. Being away from home with zero mates and a domineering mil drove her to tell her hub to tell mil to shape up or she would ship out back to Arkansas or Texas or where ever curry isn't sold. That's right, you can't get curry in America. She told me that the other day after running into her in the supermarket. I was kind of stunned after hearing that but being a non Americian, I can hardly argue with her. She said it with such vehemence that I accepted it as you would if it were my grandmother struck with dementia. Anyway, after sharing the story with Hihi, he laughed and said NY supermarkets would definitely have it. However, I did share with her what my mumbo told me. Curry was introduced to NZ when she was a little girl. Her mum would make it and it was revolting. I grew up with curried sausages.

That's all I can write now for it's 1.37 A bloody M

At Last

I'm eating a pineapple gargari thing - Its the closest thing to ice cream I could find in the fridge. It's like a popsicle with crumbly ice around a shell. Its weird but satisfying.

After stumbling across some blogs a few months back I became an avid blog reader, so now it's my turn to share my life and thoughts with you.

 

-A Bit About Me-

I live in Saitama in a place that sounds like Fujinamo. I live with Sesame streets goods designer Hihi and Joe boy who just turned 1.

I don't have any woes regarding inlaws or male egoes. Although I hope writing that tempted some fate so I can entertain you with something juicy in the future.

I am a kiwi from Johnsonville, Wellington. I go home twice a year for 6 weeks at a time. I think I am lucky to do that but flying with Joe is becoming very trying.

I am 32

To be continued...........(sorry, best get rest for functioning comfortably tomorrow)