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Upstairs Story Time

Eri officially started her four-month course in web design downtown tonight. She's taking a career step in a new, exciting direction. Even though it means she's gonna be away most evenings between now and February, there's no way I can't root for her. She's brave for taking on this challenge. Just getting accepted to the program took a lot.

All the boys know is they miss mama. And that's okay. They'll roll with it. Today was the first day, and it was made more intense by an afternoon visit from a friend, which made nap time impossible. Eri prepped omurice and I re-heated it and put customized ketchup faces on. Kenzo asked for an angry face. Osamu has yet to explore the possibilities beyond happy faces.


The boys' friend Max came to play this afternoon. Well, actually Max's dad, who's my friend and co-worker, came by for work related purposes, so it became an impromptu play date. The boys definitely made the most of it. It was like Godzilla hit their bedroom, though - proof of a good time.


And speaking of wild animals, a wild boar has been running amok in the park in front of our house.


This is a first. I've spotted foxes and bears around our area, but those guys have a sense of direction and know how to find their way out when they get "lost" in human neighborhoods. Wild boars are kinda dumb. They seem to have no sense of direction.

Since the boys didn't do a nap I hightailed it at dinner time. The clock was ticking on their ability to keep it together. They each ate an entire kiwi for dessert. I was peeling and cutting up one kiwi, but I reached back in the fridge and grabbed one more. The boys are growing. And the more full of good nutrients they get at dinner after a long day the better they'll sleep.

We did storytime upstairs in the boys' room. They have a whole different selection of books up there. It's been a while since we did reading time upstairs. They chose There's a Wocket in My Pocket! by Dr. Seuss. I love that book. The bofa on the sofa is the best.

I tucked the boys in and they were so tired they didn't even wipe off my kisses. I went next door to mama's and papa's bedroom to fold and put away some laundry and when I went back to check on the boys five minutes later they were conked out cold.

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