19 days and (sort of) counting… June 12, 2009

So I used to write on my old blog (jelly-doughnut.blogspot.com) quite a lot, while living as a single girl in Berlin. Now that I’m all married with a baby, I seem to have less time on my hands. And I’ve been introduced to Facebook, which has the capacity to making blogging seem redundant. Hence, I have not written a thing on this blog in about 6 months! Therefore, so all of my quirky memories of this quirky country don’t float completely out of my head, I’ve decided to try to write a post for the last 19 days we are here in Tokyo. I have no clue if anyone ever reads this blog – and honestly, the little ticker on the side of the page means much less to me than the ticker on my Germany blog did. For the most part I am doing this to get back to writing every day – and to preserve these funny memories for my feeble mind. Apparently I have now become afflicted with a severe neurological disease known as “mom” brain. It is real. It exists. And I have it big time. I can’t remember diddly. In fact, twice I have left the house without diapers (having placed them next to the diaper bag before leaving the house, but never having had placed the diapers into the bag itself). Luckily, a friend was able to pinch hit with a couple of spare nappies to tide us through.

Anyway, I’m not going to write about baby stuff – unless it is weird or interesting Japanese baby stuff. I mean, if you know me, you have already likely been subjected to endless photos and info about my daughter, and if you don’t know me, well, why would you really care if my daughter prefers sweet potatoes to bananas (bananas, of course!). Segue…

Baby food in Japan is a bit different than our good old Gerber in the US. They do have the requisite banana and applesauce, but also have adventurous (to me, anyway) flavors like “Flatfish with seaweed” and “Sardines with rice and root vegetables.” Plus, it is bloody expensive! One jar is about $1.30, and that is the tiny jar, not the big one. However, upon attempting to make our own baby food, and having Matilda spew it all over the table because we do not own a fancy high-powered blender capable of creating the smooth purees her refined palate requires, we trucked over to the International Food Market to buy foreign baby food. We bought enough to last us until the end of the year (25 days supply) and it cost around $65.

She’s an expensive little monkey. See you tomorrow…