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Hits the Spot

The boys and I recorded the second episode of our podcast this afternoon.


We haven't released anything yet. I'm still thinking about how to approach this. We might need more practice sessions. Kenzo and Osamu are just starting to realize that we're recording a conversation. I think when they more fully grasp that they'll settle in. Or maybe just raw little kid conversation is good. Either way, a podcast is coming soon.

This morning was the first soccer club of the year, and as usual the boys like to wear their uniforms all day. They even want to keep playing soccer all day. 

When they do their nap I go walking. Today when they woke up they had their snack time with mama as I was getting back from a particularly intense walk through Koyodai, Dounji, and Tenjinzawa. I didn't even go inside the house. I went to the front window and knocked. The boys slid the glass door open and I said, "Let's help papa put the Christmas lights away in the shed and then let's go play soccer in the park until the street lights come on."

Which we did. It was cold, but I had a heat pack in my pocket and after a 5 kilometer walk and running around in the park I was actually pretty warm from the inside out. The boys laughed and ran and kicked the ball and we all walked home out of breath and smiling.


A hot bowl of spicy noodles and meat and vegetables hits the spot after a chilly January day of outdoor play.

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