Expressions

So a picture is worth a thousand words, but I didn’t have my camera handy to capture the following sequence of events, which took place in a matter of seconds:

  1. Baby farts so loud he wakes himself up and makes a surprised face
  2. This leads to angry-to-be-woken face
  3. Which is interrupted by a deep concentration face, since he’s not quite finished ripping wind
  4. The entire sequence leads to what can only be described as an expression of deep satisfaction
  5. Baby’s face eventually returns to default state, sleeeeping

I have more photos, but I’m way behind on e-mail until at least tomorrow, after I finish testing for my summer course (Master’s level Discourse Analysis).

Water in the damn line again

If they ever get around to making a hermetically sealed telephone line in Thailand, I might have a decent net connection. My line is down again, or perhaps waterlogged as the telephone monopoly keeps telling me. I’m not desperate enough to be online to go to net cafes or anything, but I may check on email every few days when I happen by an open hotspot. Dammit.

The Wiggly Baby Song

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Wiggly wiggly baby
Wiggly wiggly baby
Wiggly? Wiggly! Wiggleh? Wiggleh!
Wiggly wiggly baby!

repeat x 49,000
– lyrics by J. Yoshida
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This used to be his favorite song, but he’s since moved onto Bach fugues and Asian Jungle Punk. I’ve been polishing up my songwriting skillz, though.

Underneat this

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Okay so this is how I imagine this conversation went:
Walmart Employee: “Hello ‘dis be Walmarts, how can I help you?”
Customer: ” I would like to order a cake for a going away party this week.”
Walmart Employee: “What you want on the cake?”
Customer: “Best Wishes Suzanne” and underneath that “We will miss you”.
(original link)
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Bonus question: Which is better, Walmart cake or third-world cake?

Why we switched to disposable diapers…

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UPDATE: I forgot that the extended entry appears automatically in my RSS feed. I apologize for terrorizing any of my feed readers (although it appears I’ve already scared one into not having children). This is the true power of poop.
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I mentioned previously that we were devoting much effort to going greener by using cloth diapers. Well today, I am officially announcing we are going ungreen and switching mainly to disposables.
There are 3 main reasons for this:

  1. Cloth diapers can no longer hold his big loads (we started supplementing breast milk with formula, which causes rather, erm, voluminous eruptions)
  2. Disposable diapers very effectively draw wetness away from his skin, allowing him to sleep through several wettings (cloth diapers pretty much have to be changed immediately)
  3. Washing 20-30 diapers plus 15-20 towels, changing sheets, and body wraps of various sizes every day is feasible only if weather conditions are favorable (dry and sunny) since we employ neither bleach nor a clothes dryer. It has been raining quite often as of late (very strange for this time of year), and if washing 30 diapers in a day sounds bad, you should try washing 90 after two straight days of rain! (yes, we have quite a few.)

Anyways, if you have the stomach for it, I have decided to illustrate the first point above in the clearest way possible. Click on the link below IF YOU DARE.

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poopy record

I’m quite sure this post will have future iterations as the baby will only get bigger, but today he made the biggest poopy of his life and I must describe it here for future reference.
It was actually a huge load split into three: The first was the standard mound of dijonlike goodness in his mammypoko diaper; the second was caught on the plastic sheet we use expressly for the purpose of catching stray shots when doing a nappy change; the third was a yellow cordlike mass shaped as a figure eight on his blanket that escaped when mommy thought the bombardment was over and moved him off the sheet to look for a fresh diaper.
I didn’t take a photo because I have more class than that (or maybe because it was too early in the morning, you choose).

furo da

The other day, Miwa-san came over and gave Max a bath. Miwa-san is a Japanese nurse studying at Mahasarakham University (Dept. of Medicine since the Dept. of Nursing isn’t running a post grad program quite yet) who has been helping us with great advice, but is going back to Japan this month or next since her coursework is complete. I’ll write more about her later on.
Max was a lot calmer compared to when we were giving him baths, so we watched carefully to see what she did differently. I eventually came to the conclusion it had less to do with a soft touch than an experienced touch.
Here is Max enjoying himself:
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