New Toesies & More

Was it laziness or me clinging on to the last remnant on my body of life pre-Mia? Those of you who don't see me frequently, I had these small slivers OPI's Red Red Rhine on my big toesies (using the term toesies makes it much more cute than "big toe") from a pedicure that I indulged in a couple of weeks before Mia's due date. Yes, I have not had a pedicure since early April! Most of you know that in the summers I usually keep up with my feet. You see, the rest of my body makes no bones about showing that I delivered a 7 pound 8.7 ounce baby with a rather large head.

Yes, I have a flabby stomach, a stretched out belly button, stretch marks on my hips and lower abdominal region, scarred privates, and--my favorite reminder of life post-Mia--hemorrhoids. Naturally, part of me was unwilling to take the two minutes to dig out the acetone because the Red Red Rhine reminded me that I was once a woman who had not given birth. Don't get me wrong, I longed for a baby and had a strong desire to be a mother, but a girl never fully realizes what carrying and delivering a baby does to her body until push comes to shove. Did I just make a pun?

One day I realized that I went through the entire summer with yucky toes so I couldn't take my unattractive toes anymore. A friend and I went to the new Swoon Boutique Spa in Capitol Hill so that my feet could get some TLC. It was all in all a good experience and my toes left with Zoya's Liz, which is very close to Red Red Rhine. You see, I figure I needed a similar color back on the toes to remind me that I will eventually get as back to normal as a girl can after the trauma of birth.

Knitting Front

I have not forgotten that the original intent of this blog was to regal you with tales and pictures of my knitting. Well, I have no great stories to share. Still working on two hats to donate to Mano con Mano. They are the same hats I began pre-Mia. Better finish before Papa leaves for Guatemala. I have a bunch of patterns I'd like to start working on soon. I brought my knitting to the living room so that I can look at it while awake instead of having it sit by my bed while sleeping. Maybe that will make me knit more.

Do I live in the hood?
As I loaded Miss Mia up for work, I got the sinking feeling that something was not right in the Song SUV. The back seat looked a mess. Not the regular mess that it is, but a colossal mess. I walked around the car to the driver's side and open the door to find the contents of our middle console on the driver's seat. People, we're cheap and on a limited income, the only thing in our console are coupons! An envelope for General Items, one marked Baby, and one marked Food. No coins, no dollar bills for the Bay Bridge, we don't live in SF anymore.

Anyhow, some punk kid or vagrant rifled through our car right in front of our house! I don't live in the hood these days, so I don't see how it could have happened. Wait, we have a theft prevention device, what happened to it? I was more than mildly annoyed and called Papa right away to make sure he wasn't looking for something in a hurry this morning. Wishful thinking, denial, naivite, whatever. No one wants to believe they were violated.

If I had habit of cursing aloud I would have, but I don't do such things to express anger. I grind and gnash my teeth while asleep like a good Asian girl. So tonight we removed everything that is remotely valuable and visible in our car. No spare diaper bag. No blanket for Mia. No LeapFrog learning toy. No Ergo carrier. Nothing for a punk kid or vagrant except an SCC SUNSHINE KIT.

Ironically nothing was taken except one of those Sunshine Kits (toothbrush, soap, shampoo, Purell, a Bible verse, and a granola bar) for the homeless that our church makes for its members to pass out instead of change (you see there's another reason there is no money in my car). So, to the thief, I'm glad that you care about your oral hygiene and keeping your body clean. Jesus loves you and I suppose I should too.