Skip to main content

Rare Form

Our bedtime story tonight was a book got from our family in America, Where's My Mummy? by Carolyn Crimi. It's kinda meant for the Halloween season, but the boys picked it tonight because we haven't read it in a while and they are more and more curious about actual mummies.

After the story I asked the boys if they want to see a picture of a real mummy and they were very excited. I carefully Googled pictures of mummies and when Osamu tried to look I told him to wait. I had a feeling there could be some disturbing images for little boys and I was right.

I told the boys, "There might be scary pictures so I'll find something not too scary."

Kenzo replied, "Don't worry papa. If it's scary I won't look."

I found some website about the British Museum, which I've been to. It was perfect; nice photos of mummies without all the scary stuff. The boys decided they want to go to London and were somewhat relieved that there were no mummies near us.
Kenzo and Osamu are going to get a new cousin next week. Eri's sister is super pregnant and they're doing a planned procedure that was recommended by her doctor. So Eri's dad drove down to our place and we all got in our car and headed about an hour south to Watari to spend the day with Eri's sister and her husband and their soon to be three-year-old and soon-to-have-a-little-brother daughter.


It was our first time at their new place. They have a little park right outside their front door and some neighborhood kids left their soccer balls and baseballs and even a plastic baseball bat. There was a bunch of trash too, which is uncommon here and especially uncommon in our neck of the woods. Judging by the trash it's probably the same kids who leave their toys there who leave candy wrappers and other junk. The next time we visit I'm bringing a trash bag. 


Eri's dad was in rare form. He played soccer and baseball, often at the same time, with three of his grandkids. He also paid for our Chinese lunch, which I announced was not going to happen but he somehow snatched the check from me when I was dealing with an Osamu situation.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Mr. Blue Sky

Man, I conked out so hard on the living room floor tonight. Right after bath time, before story time. I barely remember. Completely exhausted. Big adventure day. Another in a long series I hope the boys will remember when they’re older... our first IMAX movie, a downtown city outing, and some life lessons in the game center. We left the house at 9:15 a.m. and didn’t get back until nearly 6 p.m., totally spent but full of pizza and memories. The Wild Robot in IMAX was totally stunning. The scale, the colors, the sound. We could feel every gust of wind and rustle of leaves. I made sure we had prime seats, row G, right in the center. Two big buckets of popcorn too, which, according to Kenzo and Osamu, I  absolutely should not  be sharing. “You should get your own!” they kept saying. I think a little bit of popcorn thievery is well within my rights as the papa. After the movie, we headed through the cold and wind across to the game center on the other side of Sendai Station. Being...
Post a Comment
Read more

Not About Baseball

I stayed up past my bedtime again last night. I almost made it. I watched a couple of episodes of Ted Lasso and came to a good stopping point where I was satisfied with myself for enjoying some quiet TV time with my favorite show and even though it was after midnight, I was confident I could still get a pretty good night's sleep.  But no. For some reason I decided it would be a good idea to just lay on the living room carpet and put on a movie. I saw the first seven or eight minutes of Goodfellas and then I woke up when the end credits were rolling with Sid Vicious' is cover of My Way . I brush my teeth and I can see the light of day already shining in through the bathroom window. "It’s almost the longest day of the year," I told myself, to at least rationalize why I'm brushing my teeth and crawling into bed at this hour. I was trying to minimize the mental anguish I regularly put on myself for not just going to bed like I should. I told Eri that I was thinking a...
Post a Comment
Read more

Sendai vs. Tokushima

Osamu said he had to go pee, and I make it a habit to believe him most of the time. Another habit I have is taking him to go pee, much of the time.  When we came out of the restroom I decided it was time for a beer, so with Osamu holding my hand we waltzed over to the food concession and I was checking out the selection, and the prices. Seven hundred yen for a draft beer. I had a feeling. It was only 500 for a whiskey cocktail (whiskey with water on the rocks) but I wasn't about to be that much of a derelict this early with my four-year-old son in tow. The tickets were free, the seats aren't bad, might as well spend seven bucks on a beer. The problem was that the dude next to us with his little boy about the same age as Mumu-chan loudly and with braggadocio you don't often see in these parts ordered a Blue Hawaii snow cone for his kid. I heard this and panicked. Last weekend at Michinoku Park I got a Blue Hawaii snow cone for Osamu and he loved it.  I looked down at my l...
1 comment
Read more