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Go Doctor

Saturday morning of course means soccer. But that's not until 10 a.m. From the time they woke up and all through the morning the boys were obsessed with their spinning tops.



Then came soccer club. Kenzo ran and kicked like crazy.


Osamu is getting better too.





I packed some snacks and Marumatsu coupons, so after soccer we headed to the nearby town of Rifu. One of favorite parks is Grande 21. The snow was still piled up so we were the only ones there to play. Some old people and couples were walking their dogs. 




Then we headed to Marumatsu for lunch.



When we got back the boys took a nice long nap, but Kenzo was still pretty tired even after that.


Eri made her awesome omurice for dinner. The boys always love it.


They requested their usual ketchup art on top of their omurice. Kenzo likes to have an angry face, which makes him laugh, and Osamu got a heart.

Usually when Eri makes omurice for me she tops it with a heart or writes "love" in ketchup.

About a week ago my left middle toe turned purple and had a weird bug-bite thing and has generally just been inflamed and gross. It's a major source of humor with the boys at bath time. Papa's gross toe.

Eri has told me more than a few times that I should go see the doctor. This always happens. I refuse to go to the doctor, the situation gets worse, I claim it's getting better, I give in and go to the doctor, I get cured.

This time I've been particularly stubborn. I really do think it's a waste to go to the doctor for this.

Eri used her omurice platform to amplify her message.


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