what’s new Noweo?

Last night, Keola and I were talking about Noweo and how she is truly changing DAILY. This week she finally learned how to coordinate her hands and a legs and get them to get her places in an honest-to-goodness-CRAWL. She’s also started pulling herself up on whatever’s around – furniture, my legs (which means painful pinching), her dad…you name it. We both feel like she’s developing so much. You can just SEE the leaps and bounds she’s taking in physical coordination and intellect and we couldn’t be more proud of her and amazed at the miracle she is.

So because of this fast progression, I’ve decided to start a new series called “What’s new Noweo?” in honor of that very question that I’m ALWAYS asked : “So what’s Noweo been doing lately? Is she crawling yet? Can she sit up? Is she sleeping through the night? (NO. Boo.)” Every time she adds a new ability or behavior, to her repertoire, or a new part of her personality emerges, I”ll stick it up on the blog.

So today? I guess she decided she wanted to be Spider Man for Halloween because she started trying to climb the walls:

tightening the belt

Guess how much Keola spent eating out this month for lunch?
Are you ready?
$20.32 A WEEK!
That is quite frankly,
The culprit?
Lack of preparation and planning.
You see, I have everything it takes to make healthy, inexpensive lunches.
I just haven’t streamlined the process.
So tonight, I prepared.
I peeled and chopped carrots,
plucked grapes and put them in baggies of 20,
sliced up a block of tofu,
and made tuna and egg sandwich mix – Keola’s fav.
I dedicated an ENTIRE shelf of the fridge to Keola’s quick and easy lunches so now he can slap a sandwich together, grab snacks and GO!
Enter choir of angels:
I’m not EXACTLY sure how much all of this costed, but my estimate is a measely
If this lasts Keola a week, we’ll have spent
$1.81 A DAY,
$36.32 A MONTH
for a monthly savings of…
Do you wanna know the yearly savings?
I thought so.
Drum roll please.
The yearly savings is:
and a pretty fridge.
That’s really what I was going for.

i’m a closet coconut

A coconut dear readers, is some who, like a coconut, is brown on the outside, but white on the inside.


That’s me. Brown on the outside, white on the inside. I can be one, or the other, when it suits me.

I speak pidgin. I speak Hawaiian. I dance hula. I love Hawaiian music, food, culture, people. I am Hawaiian. I feel a deep connection to Hawaiʻi. The land, the ocean, the sky, the rain and the wind. It is a part of me.

I speak perfect English. I love jazz (particularly bossa nova), photography, fashion (though I’ve not yet figured out how to be fashionable.) In college I majored in Anthropology. Interesting, but useless. I LOVE learning about other cultures, languages, ways of life. I play the flute and piano. I sing. I am a total nerd. My dad says I’m his flower child. My brother in law calls me a closet hippie. Though I may be in denial, he pretty much hit the nail on the head. Well, he’s the first black guy I know that surfs. That’s weird too.

I am married to my best friend. He’s from Maui. A local boy through and through. He’s become more a coconut since meeting me, but he’s also become more Hawaiian, and I’ve become more of a sports fan.

We have a perfect baby girl. She will probably be a coconut too, because we plan to teach her EVERYTHING we know. Well, the good stuff at least.

As I mentioned in previous posts, I feel like I’m losing AAAALL those things I talked about above that made me who I was pre-baby, so I need to remind myself once in a while on this blog. Sure I’ll blog about her, but I’ll blog about the other parts of me as well, because I can’t forget them.

puka teeth

On Tuesday I went to the dentist. That tooth that’s been hurting for a year now? Basically hollow inside. My midwife told me if I ever wanted to have another baby, I’d better get that tooth taken care of so I don’t infect baby #2.

So I had an appointment scheduled with an oral surgeon for yesterday.

Can I just say, that if you EVER need a tooth removed. Have them knock you out for it. BEST NAP EVER!!!!! So now I look like I have a stick-less lollipop in my mouth.


I hope the swelling goes down soon…and NO I’m not taking a picture of it.

ma soeur

Pardon the absence over the weekend, but it was quite the busy 72 hours. I feel like life is changing at a rapid pace, and I’ve been going from really elated to completely deflated almost daily. It’s hard to talk about what I’m going through without giving you this big long explanation that you know you don’t REALLY want to read about so I’ll spare you. No. I’m not depressed, although sometimes I do wish that I could just sit down with someone and spill. I’m just feeling overwhelmed, which is why I really need to do a Mahalo Monday, so I can think about something that makes me smile and makes me grateful to be alive.

Today is a very special day for a very special girl: My little sister. It’s her birthday. She’s turning 22. WHAT??? 22??? I was just 22. Seriously. She married her best friend this past August. I highly recommend it – marrying your BFF that is. So now I come in at a close second…

Isn’t she beautiful?

Well, before she became beautiful, she was cute. How cute? THIS CUTE:

Yes. Definitely a quality pineapple.

Our first home in Hilo. We spent many happy days there

Our Aunty’s wedding a long, long time ago. She had the most contagious smile.

She still does. She is a fiercely loyal friend, helpful, thoughtful, headstrong and stubborn, smart, hard working, practical, easy to talk to, lovable and kind. We haven’t lived together in 7 long years. I miss her terribly but over the distance we have become closer than ever as we’ve confided everything in each other. I think I’d be a wreck if it wasn’t for her listening ear. She is so so strong. Sometimes I think God mixed us up – that she should’ve been the older sister. She’s certainly the smarter one, and everyone thinks she’s older because she dresses better…but at least she’s shorter than me 🙂

So today I’m beyond grateful that God has blessed me with such a wonderful sister. She is a special person and anyone who knows her would agree. Happy Birthday Rochelle! Whether you know her or not, wish her Happy Birthday on her blog and tell her I sent you 🙂

p.s. Sorry I had to steal these off your Facebook sis but they just make this entry SO MUCH BETTER!

TOTALLY know what I’m doing…YAH…RIGHT…

It’s been my experience that newborns are EASY. There. I said it. Don’t hate. It really was easier than I thought it would be. While everyone else I knew was crying over how much their infant woke up at night, it didn’t phase me much. Sure Noweo woke up at night, every 2 hours like every other baby, but she went right back to sleep after her feeding. Then she napped for a good portion of the day. What a breeze!!!!

Now that Noweo is just shy of 6 months, it seems to be all downhill from here. I’m serious. She’s SUPER clingy (which I read is normal at this age), she won’t be put down for very long without fussing, her morning nap is pretty set – it’s always 2 hours after she wakes up for the day, but after that, I can’t make sense of any sort of pattern; yesterday she napped for 3 hours in the morning, 1 hour in the afternoon, slept at 5:30pm, woke up at 8, STAYED up till 11:30, woke up at 12:30, 2:30, 4:30, 5:30, then finally 8:30, and is down again for her morning nap at 10:30, giving me a chance to complain about this on my blog. It’s been like this for a little more than a week now.

So your next question is probably something like “well does she have a bedtime routine?” Um, yes. It’s not very structured because it kind of hinges on when my husband gets home from work. Ideally, we eat when he gets home around 6, he bathes her and reads to her while I clean up. Then we switch off, and I nurse her and help her fall asleep somewhere between 7 and 7:30. Sounds good right? Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. I know that her nap times influence her nighttime sleeping schedule, but I don’t know how to make sleeping and waking work together.

I feel like I’m doing what I can:
putting her down in the same place to sleep
watching for signs of sleepiness and putting her down to nap right away
creating a routine like I mentioned above

Guys, I’m so about attachment parenting, instinctual parenting, but this has got my stumped. Once in a while I’ll let her CIO (cry it out *cringe*)…sort of, but I can’t leave her alone because I don’t have a crib (just a crib mattress on the floor) and even though she can’t crawl she is VERY mobile. Usually I sit outside the room and semi read a book while I listen to my little girl whimper, peeking in to make sure she hasn’t gotten into any mischief. It’s the whimpers that get me – those pitiful “why-am-I-being-punished???” whimpers. I’m such a softie. It’s inevitable that if she whimpers long enough, I’ll pick her up and squeeze her and tell her I love her and lie down with her and nurse her to sleep…and fall asleep myself.

Some of you may say “well there’s nothing wrong with nursing your baby to sleep…” There is when you end up getting kicked and poked and scratched and pushed to the edge of the bed and spit up on and twisted into weird uncomfortable positions so your sprawled out baby can sleep in blissful repose. I love co-sleeping, but she’s quite frankly getting too big. Not old, BIG. As in size. So I’m trying to teach her to sleep in her own space.

I guess what I’m wishing for this Wednesday is some guidance, and some solid sleep. I think we as parents often don’t know when to put our foot down, and this love of and giving in to our little infants continues on as they grow older, eventually creating pushy little people that get their way every time, because we couldn’t do the hard things when they were tiny and helpless and cute. So here’s to hoping I can do the hard things; showing I love her while teaching her that she’ll be ok on her own for a little while…oh and maintaining my sanity while doing so. Cheers!