Down stairs

So I spoke too soon the other day when I said you were all caught up.

Me Too and I fell down the stairs at the station. Well, technically, she fell down and pulled me with her. Seriously, at what age will this child learn that skipping steps on the way down is to tempt fate? Unkind, ironic fate. Skipping steps on the way up = a good butt workout, on the way down = a sprained ankle, a sprained knee on the other leg, and a bruise on my ribs. Luckily, luckily I had boots on. It would have been so much worse if I hadn’t had boots on.

The ankle and ribs were sore for a few days, but now they’re fine. Me Too seems to have suffered no injury at all, probably because I broke her fall. Or maybe because she’s bouncy in that way little girls are, I don’t know. She cried for a bit, then yelled at ME for scaring her. So sorry your pulling me down a flight of stairs scared you, sweetheart.

Nah, we both know I totally didn’t say that.

Anyway, as soon as that got better, I immediately caught a cold. Fate…unkind, ironic, redundant.

Feeling a bit better today. I got the washing out at a decent time without needed to stop several times to watch TV, so that’s progress.

Catching Up

One scratched eye, one case of the flu, one iPod buried in the mud, one broken cell phone causing me to lose all my data, one fall down the stairs (by 2 people simultaneously) and I think we’re all caught up.

Splish Splash

I may have mentioned this before, but Me First is something of an animal fanatic. He loves animals, all kinds of animals, and talks about them constantly, often repeating himself. Constantly.

We live near an aquarium, Hakkeijima Sea Paradise. Well actually it’s an amusement park with an aquarium, a big tank full of dolphins and a sunfish, and an outdoor lagoon type area when you can climb around on rocks and touch the starfish and various other sea slimeys.

We have yearly passes to this place, mainly because that allows us to go and see one aquarium or do a couple of things without it turning into a long and drawn-out day of animal maniac kid wanting to see everything and spend forever there, while the kid with just average interest gets bored out of her gourd.

Recently, Hakkeijima acquired a pair of sea otters. Me First was, of course, eager to go see them. But since these are still young animals getting used to their new home, they are only display for a few minutes each day. We decided to go to the lagoon area, let the kids torture enjoy the animals there for a bit, and then offer our greetings to the new inhabitants.

Great plan. Until Me First slipped and fell, butt first, into the water, soaking his jeans and his shirt in the process. We ended up having to go home before the otters were brought out.

Never fear, gentle readers, we have yearly passes so we went back the next weekend.

Me First didn’t fall in the water this time, but he stuck both hands in without rolling up his sleeves. He also didn’t notice that the jacket he had tied around his waist was more than half submerged in the water.

Whacha gonna do, right?

It wasn’t too cold, so we stayed to watch the otters and then came home to change.

My husband said we should bring a change of clothes next time we come. I think perhaps we should just dress him in these.


Pumpkin Pancakes

Me Too has been nagging me a lot recently, wanting to know what I am going to make for “Halloween dinner.”

The answer of course, is nothing special.

Then she told me she really wants me to make pumpkin pancakes, please please pleeeezzz.

I’m all like, “You don’t even like pumpkin!”

Then she’s all like, “Not pumpkin flavored, jack-o’lantern shaped.”

Then I’m all like, “Awww helllll no.” But I just say that with my eyes.

But I mean, seriously (◎_◎;)?

When did Halloween start being a pain in the ass for me? Isn’t it all about kids looking cute and then eating their body weight in sugary treats? Store bought costumes and candy and then maybe the grown-ups getting sloshed later? We need to preserve our energy for Thanksgiving and lord-help-us Christmas, right?

I’m hoping this is just her taking a Japanese cultural thing and trying to overlay it on Halloween. I mean, I already know that any Japanese holiday thing is going to mean loads of extra work for me. (I’m looking at you, New Year’s with your oosoji big cleaning bullshizzit.)

This pumpkin pancakes preposterousness is not a worldwide phenomenon, is it?


Just eavesdropping on Me Too as she plays with her dolls in her room:

Doll A: Your castle is awesome!

Doll B: Thanks. We have someone to cook our eggs.

Doll A: (breaking into song) We can work together! Beeee who you arrrrre (talking agin) So what’s it like to be rich?

Doll B: Oh, it’s pretty good. Let’s get in my pink car

Oh, the cuteness! She’s slaying me.

Headless Fowl Syndrome

Are kids in schools in other parts of the world prone to suddenly running around like headless fowl in the mornings searching for things they must have for school that day, things that could easily be prepared if the parental unit was informed more than five minutes ahead of time?

We had a particular feather ruffling episode this morning, in stereo. Me Too remembered the night before that he was supposed to plant flowers in the park with his class this morning. He had a list of things he needed to bring, and he assured me he had them all ready. But come 7:50am, it becomes apparent that preparation had all just been mental imaging or something. Grr.

Cue Sister suddenly remembering that she needs two boxes and a toilet roll. I ended up letting her destroy my aluminum foil instead of desecrating the toilet paper.

No sooner had I got Brother sorted out (with a pink gardening spade, much to his horror,) then Sister starts in again, suddenly remembering that she needs to take her plant to school. The plant that has been here since summer vacation, it turns out, was supposed to go back to school. Shit. I should have known that; now that I think about it Brother used the same planter two years in a row. “Surely another day or two won’t hurt?” I suggest. I mean, it’s been six weeks. And the planter is heavy. I’ll have to carry it, and I’m still in my pjs. And, I couldn’t make this up, I swear to god at this particular moment it started to rain. Torrentially.


We set off (in the rain,) and halfway to school I wonder aloud what Me First’s class will do since it is raining and they obviously can’t plant flowers.

“Oh, I had a schedule and a list of books to bring in case it rained.”

Instinct told me that I really shouldn’t ask, but I couldn’t resist.

“Did you bring any of those?”

Blank stare. Blink. Blank stare.

At this point we were at school, so I just let it go.

Then I noticed that there were tables set out in the foyer. “What is this?” I wondered, but as I approached a feeling of dread slowly swept over me, starting at my toes and working it’s way up my spine.

Observation week. When parents are supposed to go watch classes every day five days in a row, started last Friday.


I suppose the headless fowl syndrome might be hereditary.


I’ve got the man-group out of the house for an hour, participating in the neighborhood park clean-up while us females take a breather.

HRH was pissed because he thinks Me Too should have gone, too, but it starts at 8am, and Daddy didn’t think it was important enough for him to get up early. Between making brekkie for everyone (of course it has to be a proper breakfast, no toast or oatmeal here,) and doing laundry and whatnot I didn’t have enough time to fix her hair and everything before the 8am meet-up. Not to mention BOTH kids are using meds to combat allergic conjunctivitis (ie the current bain of my existence.) Me Too’s is acting up today, and I don’t think a rummage through the leaves and garbage is the best idea. But, you know, the other first-grade girl will be there and, um, it like looks bad.

HRH should know by now that particular line does not work on me.

The other first grade girl is an only child and lives with her grandma and parents. They have another set of hands helping out in the morning, and fewer children to get ready. Not the same thing now, is it?

No, if he really wanted to make an unflattering comparison, he should have chosen the other first grade boy. He’s the youngest of three, and his mom will have sent the oldest to junior high with his lunch and the other two will be packed up with three rice balls apiece before they get to the park at 8am with their little league baseball gear in tow, together with their mom who is already dressed and out of the house, while the dad is still peacefully snoozing away in bed.

But she doesn’t take any crap from her husband and doesn’t make his breakfast, so perhaps there is a reason HRH has not chosen them to berate me with this morning.

But the allergic conjunctivitis is a thing, y’all, and it ain’t good. Both kids have it, but Me Too’s seems to be worse. She was born with a blocked tear duct, and in spite of a scary encounter at the hospital with a large needle to help fix it, it still doesn’t drain as well as it should, which makes her susceptible to eye infections anyway. So as soon as we got over the tonsil trauma, it’s been all eye gunk, all the time. Could have had her adenoids removed make the situation worse? I don’t know.

Me First has always had allergies this time of year, but the pink-eye is a new phenomenon. Lucky us.

Other things have been going on, of course, but I thought I’d gross you out this morning. Back to my coffee!

I wrote and article for World Moms Blog this week. If you need more HamakkoMommy, then pop over there for a gander. I’ll be blogging more this week, I promise.

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