The beginning of something terrible.....terribly wonderful.....?

OK. I should probably put this on Wyatt's page..but it was kind of a big deal, so I'll reserve it the space it so rightfully deserves on the Front. Yeah Baby. With my husband's permission (I feel that's important to point out) I brought my son to get a foot massage. I know. I know. I really wanted one....and I know that he really likes them. What could it hurt I thought? I'd been there before- 10 minutes for a soak and a shoulder massage and you're out. I repeat. 10 minutes. I pointed what I wanted for WYatt and I out to the cashier receptionist from the "menu" on the wall. She wrote it down. She appeared to understand....Until I said not to give Wyatt the shoulder massage- then it all went to pot and we ended up getting shoulder massages AND wait for it......40 minute foot massages. Wait, what? I know. Ridiculous. Worse than that? Wyatt LOVED it. Now he keeps asking when we're going again. Crap.

Regardless of age. Pampering is a must. 

Sorry Wyatt's future wife.......

The monster has been unleashed.

It's been a long hard day. 

Museums, Cats and Coffee

It's been awhile since Wyatt and I had been on an an adventure Friday. He's had crazy amounts (or what seems like it) of time off from school over the past couple months (FYI-anywhere from 1-7 days a month is considered crazy to me) and we've GOT to fill up the time. I like to shake the routine up from just going to the park, because Lord knows, there's only so much park time one mom can take. Yes. I said it. Aren't I selfish? Park secret? I've been labeled the princess by Wyatt which means I get to sit and observe while Wyatt plays. Every now and then I give orders...you know as a princess. Win Win. Back to Friday. Since I've been doing this coffee thing, I'm always on the hunt for a good cafe and wanted to check out some little side streets off of one of the MRT stops. Well, I didn't find the area I was looking for...which is not a big surprise really so Wyatt picked an exit and we walked. We came across Mask Cat Cafe and The Museum of Contemporary Art. The coffee shop was, uh..interesting? The coffee was quite good..and then there were the cats.- There were only 3 but initially it seemed like at least 10...HAHA well not really 10. They're super friendly and they just kind of sidle up right next to you. I wasn't sure if it was precious or kinda yucky. I mean there was no odor or random hair in places it shouldn't be...but cats walking on tables.ummm verdict is still out. Across the street from Mask Cat Cafe was the museum. They had numerous photography displays which I go bananas over but Wyatt was over it pretty quick. So over it that he was scared to even go to the second floor. It was kinda dark.. I guess. I get annoyed, but I need to remember he's 5. Only 5. Luckily the museum had a children's section where we got to play and make craptastic crafts.. . Once we left we even got to trace our hands on the museum entrance. How fun is that? Wyatt and Aly forever remembered in Taiwan...well at least until they paint over it. 

Where's the Panic Button??

I went on another hike today. Our fearless leader was an expert, has written multiple books and definitley knew what he was doing. Hence the description of expert.....I went on this hike becuase I am trying to push past my discomfort, broaden my workout regime and see Taiwan in a different light. I am a fool. When will this big ballerina learn? The hike itself was described as easy, and in comparison to how hikes here can be (i.e climbing mountainsides via ropes) than yes, it was easy. However, for a somewhat unathletic type such as myself, it was at times a bit painful. As we were trudging up the mountainside, careful not to slip on moss or fall off the steep precipice which was waiting patiently to consume our very being (I exaggerate of course...kinda), I was mentally picturing a panic button in my head. My hand may have involuntarily pushed it once or twice. I wanted out. I couldn't breathe. My feelings were, well they just weren't natural. Dear God, when was this going to end. Then there were moments, when we were not climbing up hills, (soooo...not hiking?) that the hike at that very moment in time was completely worth it. The cherry blossoms, the flora, the fauna, the waterfalls..the distinct feeling of accomplishment that my body was capable of being pushed further than I knew it could go...well that made it worth it. (Did I mention there's another hike at the end of April and I'm going for it? Eh. Why not?)

could this face get any redder?