I think this is lovely.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination– what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth– whether it existed before or not. –John Keats
Renegade Belly-button
At Kiomye’s new daycare, the teachers keep a little notebook to tell us how she did during the day. Kiomye’s entrance for yesterday read:
During circle time, Kiomye was showing her belly-button. I suggested she hide it not to get cold. The she hit and kicked me. So, she got a time-out for the first time. After time out, she said she’s going to say sorry to daddy. It was funny.
Yep. That’s my kid.
Fun Fact
I have a feature on this blog that lets me see what searches people used to find my blog. Today, someone asked yahoo to find "Difficult Women" and was led to my site.
Makes me so proud!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Watching
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today with my daughter, Wonka comes out of the factory and Kiomye yells,
"There he is! There he is!"
"Yes," I say.
"That's Willy Wonka"
Kiomye answers,
"Yes, he's really kakka! Really Kakka!"
My family in the states emailed me a couple pictures they took over the Christmas holiday. Here is my brother-in-law (to be) my niece and two of my lovely sisters.
My dad putting on way more gear than he needs for a day hike.
My dad heading out on a hike with the dogs.
We were served traditional green tea.
The day after New Year's Eve - my boss's wife dressed us up in Kimonos.
So she looks drunk - but look at her gorgeous eyes!
Me trying to drink a bowl of tea in just three sips.
Ahhh, look at the cute gaijin!
Idiosyncrasies
I walk into the drugstore to buy some conditioner for my hair. When I bring my purchases to the counter, the clerk unleashes a torrent of cheerful chatty Japanese. Incomprehensible. She keeps the words spinning out of her mouth as she bags my goods, takes my money, makes change and hands me my receipt. She bows deeply and looks at me quietly, eyes blinking. I guess it’s over now. I say thank you and take my bag and go. I am baffled at what she have possibly been saying that took that long. Why did my little transaction require all those words?
On my way home the scenery out my train window rolls along like a badly drawn cartoon. I ponder the strange country I chosen to live in. I feel like a character in some melodramatic art school movie. I apply another coat of lipstick, improving the character of bewildered sensei number 39 with a sheen of slippery gloss.
I realize that I need to write a lot to catch up on my postings, but I don't have time at the moment. So, here's some cute pictures to fill the void.... :-)
Kiomye and Kelsye goofin' around.
Tip-toe Tip-toe
Sitting here at the kitchen table late at night, I have a straight view of both my bedroom door and Kiomye's bedroom door. Kiomye's door cracks ever so slightly. There she is in t-shirt and bare legs, clutching a blanket and favorite elephant pillow. I've turned off the lights long ago; she doesn't notice me at the table. She looks left then right and then trots over to my bedroom door, blanket trailing behind. My door closes. There is a minute of silence, then my door opens again and she comes running to me at the computer. I'm about to admonish her and tell her to go back to bed (for the fotieth time tonight), but I stop when I see she's standing on tip-toes to give me a kiss.
"I'm
really sorry, Mommy." She hugs me tight.
"Why are you sorry, sweetie?"
"I'm just
so sorry." mumble. mumble. pout. pout."You come sleep with me now. OK?"
I promise her I'll turn of the computer in two minutes and she runs back off to my bed, where I know Matt is also waiting for me. Sweet Kiomye. To bad for Matt.
