Odd Melon

I didn’t think people were really reading this blog. So I wasn’t writing much. I need instant gratification or I stop doing things. However, since I see at least 6 of you are reading this… I shall continue.
The headache with Drai’s visa and citizenship continues. Not really due to the Canadian Trade Office. More to do with the Taiwanese customer service. When we checked the pictures sizes after returning from Taipei- sure enough they were not the size we asked for. So we went back to the developer and told them to reprint them in the size we asked. We know we gave her the right size because we actually handed her a print out of what the photo needed including a diagram. They printed new ones and I went to pick them up today. I brought them home, Jenny measured them and they are still wrong. Meanwhile, the hospital where Drai was born keeps giving us birth certificates with errors. I took Drai to the hospital with me on Monday morning and asked with bad Chinese for the birth certificate. They told me to wait a moment as the doctor needed to sign the certificate. So we waited patiently for the doctor to sign it. (She was delivering twins.) After almost an hour, Drai started getting fed up. He is okay as long as there is someone to talk to or he is moving but he doesn’t handle waiting very well. Sadly, he seems to have inherited my patience. Finally, a nurse came out of the delivery room, handed me an envelope and said, “Baby so cute!” And rushed off. So I then walked Drai back home and gave the envelope to Jenny. She took one look at it and said, “They didn’t put the name of the hospital or their address on it.” She was totally right. So she called up the hospital and they blamed me! They said, “We asked your husband to check it over before we gave it to the doctor. She is very busy. We shouldn’t be wasting her time.”
So this totally pissed me off as I didn’t even see the envelope until it was handed to me by the nurse. So then Jenny went back and showed them what they did wrong and again I somehow got blamed for their mistake. Long story short, we are not going to be able to get all his travel documents ready for when we originally thought. So we have had to push back the date of the Canada trip until April 20th. It can’t come soon enough. We need some grandma, grandpa, aunt time to let us catch a breath.
Last night, I was so tired that I fell asleep using the wrong pillow. Sounds trivial enough but I woke up this morning and literally couldn’t get out of bed. It feels like I have a knife stuck under my left shoulder blade. The weird thing is I never have back pain there. I tried to go to the physio- clinic that I used to go to but they couldn’t see me until 3:30, which is when my first class starts. I can’t really afford to take time off, so I ended up going and buying a tennis ball and trying to use it to loosen up my back by rolling against it on the wall. (It didn’t work.) Even the Robaxacet wasn’t touching it. I am dangerously close to running out too. That was the only thing that helped me get through the day. And to make matters worse, Drai is going through a phase where I need to hug him and walk around with him constantly or he will scream. I can’t hug him and stand still. I need to hug him and walk. As the temperature and humidity starts to increase, I am starting to get worried. Moreover, carrying him constantly when my back hurts so bad is not helping matters. We need a break!
This Sunday, I am going to take him over to Terry’s house to watch the UFC . We always get up early and watch them live together. The time difference causes them to show on Sunday morning here. Hopefully, he will be on his best behavior or we won’t be invited back.
I am also starting to worry about Drai’s head. He freaks out if I put him on his stomach. He absolutely despises being on his tummy. I read in the books that he needs supervised tummy time to gain important skills like crawling. Perhaps, he plans to skip the crawling and move straight into the windmill and other downrock break dance moves but I am worried that time is of the essence here. The back of his head looks flat to me. And he always has his head turned to the left, so his head is lopsided. (He could end up like Zoolander and Gunner and only be able to turn one way.) I hope this will change as he gets older. I don’t want to be the parent of the lopsided-head kid that screams every time he lays on his stomach. Now I know how James’ parents must have felt. Does he still do that Jennifer?

So Drai, if you are reading this 18 years from now- it’s your own damn fault that you have a weird shaped melon.