Happy Halloween!

Bad Guys Beware

Our door is locked, bolted, chained and reinforced by an army of paper Gundam dolls. There's no getting in.

Neglect

Last night's dishes are still sitting in the kitchen sink. Our venus fly trap has completely wilted. The fish tank water is taking on a murky shade of green. The mountain of laundry accumulating on the floor is twice as tall as Uta. There is next to nothing to eat in the fridge. There are legos simply everywhere. 

The level of neglect in this house is truly painful to witness.

The baby, however, is thriving!

The Collection

Uta just completed his third Gundam model (purple left). He has become a little obsessed. He woke up early Saturday morning to get started, determined to finish in one day. I thought it would be impossible. These kits are designed for kids fifteen years of age and older. He barely spoke to me, refused to eat, and was finished by noon.

T-shirt

Uta has been making these great T-shirts for Kizuki. There is a pokemon one, a frog one, but the one shown here is my favorite. A T-shirt covered in bugs, front and back.

Pink

I thought that it could be avoided, but apparently the power of pink is far greater than I could ever have imagined. We started off in the clear, or so I thought, with a box full of boy hand me downs. Kizuki has been wearing green and yellow and even the forbidden blue! I thought we had that other color beat. But it was just laying in wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. This weekend the skies opened up, and pink pink PINK fell upon us from every which where. It was an ambush like no other. Kizuki made her debut into the world to visit family and was showered with gifts. Everything we received is wonderful and much needed and, yes, PINK! All of it! Piles of packages, from many well intentioned loved ones, on two different continents, who apparently are all in cahoots. I know when I am beat. I am powerless to pink. Pink reigns on. 

But why? Can anyone explain? I can think of nothing so lovely in nature that is the color pink. Oh sure there must be a few flowers, but what comes to mind first are pigs and raw meat, frozen toes and pimples. Am I missing something obvious? I must be. Don't get me wrong, I like the color, I do. I especially like the extremely pretty baby clothes we are now in possession of. I just don't understand why Pink has hijacked the wardrobe of little girls across the globe. That said, Kizuki will be very stylin in her new digs, pink from head to toe, Monday through Sunday, from here on out.  

Not So Secret Santa

Grandpa T has dedicated himself to single-handedly filling in all the gaps (chasms?) in our baby wish list.  From infant car seats to baby leg warmers, his little grand daughter will want for nothing. In addition,  he has been the go to guy for any and all Uta pickups that Papa H couldn't do during my house bound days. It makes no sense geographically for this job to fall on him, but it has meant the world and more to Uta to see his Grandpa's smiling face waiting for him in the school lobby. We are deeply grateful for his generosity and time. Thank you Grandpa T!

Loving Kizuki