Misaki's First Date

with Minato at Bravo Italian Restaurant.

Hail Holy Queen

Back in April after Koji started going to the Japanese elementary school, I joined the chorus for moms that is associated with the school. I love it. The only thing I don't love is that we only practice once a week. I would be up for more, that's how much I enjoy singing in a group! "Hail Holy Queen" is a song that we're practicing now. I hope I can get all that tricky clapping down.

In Five Days Izumi Will Be Four and a Half

Which is a HUGE deal to her. Should we have a half-birthday party?

Music Class

Today was observation day at Koji's school.

Ryuichi Sakamoto

Last week, or maybe it was the week before? we went to see Ryuichi Sakamoto perform at the Vic Theatre with Erik and Jan.  We were still jet lagged, as were the kids, so it was pretty traumatic for us just getting out of the house.  But once we extracted ourselves, once we found somewhere to park, once we met Erik and Jan and once Mr. Sakamoto stopped making strange noises while cleaning the inside of the piano, we had a wonderful time.  The above is meant to be a picture of the front of the theatre with Mr. Sakamoto's name on it, but alas, the backlighting was too much, so you'll just have to take my word for it.  At some point, maybe I'll replace this with the photo that actually has us in it.  Until then, please use your imagination. 

Thanks very much to Erik and Jan for a wonderful night out!  I hope we can do it again soon!

Dearest Misaki

Please sleep this soundly at night, all night, in your crib. I know you can do it. Love, Mama

Yearly Kick

Oops, I'm already one day late for that yearly kick in the trousers of this blog

*pause to imagine a blog wearing trousers*

nablopomo

Which brings me to discuss, am I the only one who thinks Americans, when referring to split-legged garments worn on the bottom halves of their persons that aren't jeans, should really give up "pants" and switch to "trousers"?  Please?  Anyone?  Perhaps it sounds a tad hoity-toity on its first trip off the tongue, but one can get used to it.  Meanwhile, the word pants is entirely too close to "panties," and it in fact means just that in numerous other languages that aren't American English. 

If you're not following me entirely but you're female and feeling a bit confused, another idea is to just switch to dresses and skirts.  It's working for me. 

No, I am not planning to use this space to blather endlessly about whatever I want for every single day this month.  But then again, even if I do, won't that be better than the lengthy silence that was here before?  I shall tell myself so.  Talk to you (whoever "you" are, if in fact "you" are still out there somewhere) tomorrow. 

Undokai 2010

Aogu can still sprint

Good news, here I am again after an extended absence from this space. Bad news, I may not be able to summon the energy to describe Izumi's school Sports Day. It's been so long since I tried to post here that I can't figure out how to upload my photos into a certain order. So the below is a true random sample of the day. Not nearly as pleasing as the chronological flow I had in mind, but perhaps you can get some sense of what went on.

Izumi and her friend Ayaka wait for their turn with...

...the gigantic green ball, which they rolled down to a cone and back.  I'm not sure they understood that it was a race; they were careful and precise and nice with their ball-rolling, at the expense of speed.

In which I try to explain to Misaki that she needs to walk out to the middle of the field and pull a toy windmill out of the ground.  She was excited about it. 

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A temporary addition to the family: Koji's friend Yuma

In the past, the kids all got medals that were made of discarded CDs and plenty fancy for me.  This year there was a medal upgrade to the wooden, hand-stamped, dwarf-embellished prize you see here. 

This year these moms (in yellow) formed a coalition with the teachers (in blue) and did most of the work. 
Thanks, ladies!

Family picture.  But let's hope we can do better between now and Christmas.

At long last, Koji is old enough to participate in the grade school kids' event, which is a mini obstacle course.  This isn't the best picture of him or his finish, but I love it anyway because his friend Nobu, at the right side of the photo, is so delighted with the proceedings. 

I never would have predicted it, but Izumi claimed later that tug of war was her favorite event. 

This is the utterly triumphant and undefeated Red Mamas Team, showing the White Team how tug of war is done. 



Izumi's classmates in the first event, a 50ish meter foot race. 
The little guy in the front is called Gaku, and I love his expression!

You'll note an unfair division of labor here, with Aogu doing all of the ball holding and Izumi doing all of the clinging.  This event was a bit later in the day, and she was done!



Izumi and her friend Aya, on the right, could have perhaps run a bit faster if they weren't so intent on figuring out where we were cheering from...

Yes, the White Mamas Team was utterly cowed by my Red Bathrobe and our matching Red-Palmed Gloves.  They may look a bit murderous, but they were just the thing for tug of warring!

Misaki successfully grabbed her windmill.  Too bad it broke moments later!

Please try to imagine that this photo is at the very top of this page, where I long for it to be, if only I could figure out how to get it there.  It's the kids and teachers giving themselves a bit of a pep talk at the beginning of the Sports Day. 

This hat may seem a bit over the top for the beginning of October, but it really was very cold and windy, and Misaki is just getting over an ear infection.  Plus, it's RED, gotta go with the Team Color.

Koji's first year at Sports Day in the role of cheerleader, rather than main participant. 

I would rather have Los Robles

But if I can't, I am ever so slightly comforted by the return of vegetables to the dinner table:

Mini Me

My mom found this cute jumper embroidered with my name. Apparently I wore it when I was around this size. Or perhaps I was a bit smaller. When I glanced at the tag awhile back, I filed this garment mentally as "18 months". More recently, I was sorting out the kids' clothes, rediscovered this jumper and checked the size, which turned out to be "18 pounds". Huh. A weight that Misaki left behind long ago.

So I stuffed her into it today, wanting to at least get some kind of photographic reward to my mom for saving this through the years.

Was it worth saving, Mom?  I'm thinking Yes!

Too Bad, Andy's

Can't Walk Yet

Or even reach the pedals, but Misaki went on a tricycle ride today.
OK, I admit I was pushing from the back, but I was still impressed
that she hung on to the handlebars and never came close to falling off!

Sidelines of Nicolas' Soccer Game

He scored a breakaway goal that was so sweet to watch, Jan nearly
started crying!

Applesauce To Go

Right after she was heard singing,
"twinkle twinkle little star, how I number what you are"

Addendum

When I was in eighth grade, as now, I was concerned about being too fat.  At the end of that year, in my yearbook, a friend gave me the following sage advice:

"Don't eat too much.  But remember to drink a lot."

All these years later, these words still resonate with me.  It seems that for real weight control though, which I am still pursuing, another phrase needs to be added:

"And stand more than you sit". 

Seven

Unbelieveable...

Cherry Blossoms

Sighted in the front yard of a house on a random side street in
Niles?! Doesn't at all live up to the extravaganza that is "cherry
blossom viewing" in Japan, but then again, lots better than no viewing
at all...
聖マタイの近くの住宅街のある家の前でなぜかこの桜の木が満開です。な
ぜか満開なのかじゃなくなんで3本の桜の木がこんな所にある
の？！が不思議です。日本でよく行なわれる花見パーティほどこれを和が
むのは楽しくないが、ま〜満開の桜を全く見ないより良いでしょう?!

Happy 29th Birthday?!

4月8日にみほ、4月11日にみかが29歳に再びな
りました。祝いにGlenviewのSweet Dreams Cafeでちょっと
したブランチとこのケーキを食べました。私は子連れだったのに、お誕生
日の方とじゅんこG、とうこのおかげで楽しい一時過ごせました。
お誕生日おめでとうございます!! また近いうち一緒にブランチし
よう〜

Dragons

Recently we've had a string of important events, including but not limited to Koji's graduation from St. Matthew's Japanese Preschool, my parents coming to visit, Misaki's dedication, a trip to Galena, Misaki's 1st birthday and Koji's entrance ceremony to Futabakai Japanese Day School. 

This post is not about those things.

On April 7th, Koji's second to last day of extended spring break, Koji's good buddy N happened to get out of school at noon.  So we picked N up and had a little midday date of lunch and a movie.  The kids had lunch.  I was too cheap to pay $4 something for a hot dog, so I ate the chocolate raisins in my bag, and I ate their popcorn when they weren't looking.

The movie was How to Train Your Dragon (2D version, again, I was too cheap...frugal...to pay extra) and we all loved it!  I hadn't slept well the night before, so I was afraid it would be an expensive nap for me.  But no!  My attention was captivated and held; I recommend this movie, especially to smallish boys and their associates.

Fast forward two days to when, as mentioned above, Koji has his school entrance ceremony.  It was all over before noon, so we had some one on one time since Izumi was still at school and Misaki was in day care.  First, we had lunch at DQ, courtesy of Tom & Andrea (aka Easter Bunnies) who had given the kids some gift cards for Easter.  Thanks!

Next, Koji and I were off on a mission to get him a new bike, an early birthday present actually partially funded by Christmas money that GG gave us.*  We tried Target, but no go, not a good bike selection.  Second attempt was at Wally World, where we not only found a super cool bike but were also sucked in by a display of How to Train Your Dragon (HTTYD) stuff.

So Koji had to have these pajamas.  Let this record show the truth, which is that he advised me to buy some similar dragon pajamas for Izumi.  Foolishly, I declared that she didn't need/want any since they were all boyish colors, and furthermore, she didn't even go the movie with us.

I.WAS.SO.WRONG.  Cut to one of the biggest fits in her almost four year old life, at the moment when she realized that Koji was all decked for dragon duty and she wouldn't be able to join the party.  Oh my.  The only thing that got me out of my temporary status as the devil was my solemn vow that I would return to Wally's and buy them for her the next day. 

That trip would be sufficient punishment for my misdeed.  Wally's on Saturday?!  Ha!  What sane person with any leeway in their schedule would do that?

Sure enough, picking out the pajamas was quick.  But then, there was the line.  It looked short enough.  The longer we stood there, though, the more I realized that the family in front of us, with four small children, was in fact buying an entire new wardrobe for said children.  Breathe deeply.

At LONG last, all of the items were rung up.  Except the two with no bar codes or price tags.  Wait.  Wait. Wait.  Everyone, including the clerk, look around and wonder who is going to supply the missing price tag.  Wait.  Wait.  Phew, someone brought a price for that shirt.  How about those toddler shoes?  Wait.  Wait.  Wonder when/if the clerk is going to move or say anything to anyone.  Wait.  Wait. Wait.  Watch incredulously as the father pulls the exact same pair of shoes in another size out of his cart and asks if the clerk couldn't just scan that tag?  Oh, yes, no problem, that brings your total to $527.43.

So, 350,000 minutes later, the Deadly Nadder pajamas were ours.   

Now, with the above photographic evidence to support me, I can say this:  it was all worthwhile. 

Don't you agree?

  

My Baby is ELEVEN Months Old

today. Here is Misaki as we often see her; in her car seat, with her hood on, clutching her blankie.



Oops. One thing was missing from the last photo: the essential thumb.



What a precious gift! I never thought I would think/feel/say this, but I honestly wish that time would slow down so she could be a baby longer. These past eleven months have passed much too quickly, and I'm not just speaking from a place of sleep deprivation. I really want to savor each day with her.