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Sleep Is Boring

It came to my attention this morning that I smell. This has come up before, but today it was a main topic.

My pillow has a particular aroma after a day or two. My office room in the months where I don't open the windows as much due to snow, too. Eri said that sometimes she takes my clothes out of the laundry machine and they don't have that effervescent detergent bouquet; they still smell like... me.

So today she got some extra heavy duty fabric softener to deal with this. We'll see what happens.

I'm not offended at all. I can't even tell what it is. I get it though. Sometimes you walk into someone's house and you're like, "Oh yeah, that's this person's smell." People with dogs get this all the time I'm sure. Eri said it might just be old guy smell. I'm okay with that. 

Saturday means soccer. The boys love their soccer club and their uniforms. The put them on early and play and play all morning and then forget that we have soccer club.


Osamu in particular loves the soccer club coach.


The big event today, however, was that the boys had their very first sleepover party. Kenzo's friend came over in the afternoon with his mom and dad and two brothers (one of whom is just a few months old), and around five o'clock his family left and the festivities began.

Even though the weather was kinda iffy, we did water play, barbecue, and had our own fireworks festival. 


After bath time the boys decided Kenzo's friend could choose tonight's story. He's six and probably a little overwhelmed with the excitement and the differences between his house and ours, especially when it comes to the book selection, but eventually he settled on Green Eggs and Ham, which we haven't read in a while and was the perfect choice for the evening. I read the heck out of it.


As little boy sleepovers usually go, they took forever to go to sleep. I was next door in my office reading so I could keep tabs on the situation. They kept getting up and coming to me with inquiries.

We can't sleep. Can you make us sleep?
The red ball went under the bed. Can you get it?
Can we play hide and go seek?
My stomach hurts. Can I go poops?
Do we have to sleep? Sleep is boring.


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