Some Thoughts about Lunchbox

T's lunch box on Dec 21

T has completed his weaning period long ago, and now his lunch boxes would contain more varieties as his taste buds also demands more flavours.

I am still quite disturbed by the small bike accident on our way to the nursery this morning. T and I departed earlier than usual today, and I was quite pleased with the prospect that we would manage to arrive at the nursery on time.

T's language learning

It has been a long time since I wrote down my thoughts as a mother or took any note on T's development. My work obligation and pressure have somehow prevented me from talking about my private life in public. It seems though to be very common for people to shrink from revealing anything in private sphere in a work context in Japan.

T's Lunch Boxes and the Obsession with Everyday Trivialities

Baby-size rice ball

It has been quite a task to put T to bed. Even if he is obviously sleepy, he always shows this urge to stay awake. He does everything to distract my attention from putting him to bed and everything to keep himself busy and therefore sober. He would explore every corner in the bedroom, such as taking diapers piece by piece from one place to another. He would bring me as many books as he wants to ask me to read and simply wander away to find another task to keep himself occupied without a single intention to listen. We are quite amused by his persistence and wonder why he is so eager to not to fall asleep.

T's Reading Log VIII

A Hullabaloo in the Forest

T's Reading Log VII

T seems to have developed a sudden obsession with books. He would bring a book to the parents or nurses to ask to be read to. He knows that he wants to sit on an adult's laps to flip through pages. Additionally, he seems to have started to appreciate narratives. We borrowed the following books a couple of weeks ago. Each of them consists of one simple narrative which he has enjoyed enormously. He would request to be read to over and over again without getting tired of it.

Book

T's Reading Log VI

WHY?!
T enjoyed the kansai accented expression of "why" very much. He would giggle all the way through.

T's apple cookies

Writing, I am desperate to spit out words.

But I hesitate, too.

I wish to write about something that I haven't been able to judge whether or not it is ethical to put in written form. It has taken long for me to consider without a decision. I have been oscillating  between the hurt that I have been suffering from in the experience and the doubt that I might have wrongly interpreted the said experience.

T's lunch box

Until today I couldn't smell anything at all for a while as my nose was entirely blocked and I was breathing like a fish. It happened so quietly and suddenly that I was shocked when I failed to detect T's need to change diaper. Then the same thing occurred twice during the day.

At first I thought it was the annual attack of hay fever, but it got complicated by the cold which I caught from runny-nose T. Seeing the baby helplessly struggle with nose water is much worse than suffering from it myself.

T's Reading Log V

We read this book last year. It was a very funny story about Mr Daruma's encounter with Miss Matryoshka on a snowy night.

T's Reading Log IV

We enjoyed these books recently. They are quite interactive. T enjoyed unfolding the pages to see the development of the stories as we read on. 

Dondokodon (sounds and rhythm)

T's Weaning Food Lunch Box:
boiled apple,
mashed pumpkin, veggie and wonton,
pasta chicken broccoli gratin

I found myself good at creating new obsession in an already packed daily schedule. My new preoccupation is keeping a record of the time we arrive at the nursery... The up side about this is that I will be more punctual if I am more obsessed.

T's weaning food lunch box today:
seaweed rice sandwich,
boiled veggies and homemade baby wonton,
boiled apple and strawberries.

Have managed another day without delay at the nursery! 
I am feeling much better after today's early start and conscientious puncture despite that I went to bed at 2 am and woke up again at 4 am to console tearful T and started the day from 6:30 am. 

Being on time has become a smallest bliss that I wish to have every day, as it is the least sigh of a mother in control of herself.

About setting a good example

T has grown up a lot, and it's been a lot of fun to interact with him. He enjoys doing "give and take" (どうぞ、ありがとう) very much;

New Year's Resolution (?)

Being constantly reminded of the desire to scream, I have been meaning to write. The blog has been abandoned for almost an entire year, just like my garden after last spring. The garden still gets my attention and my sparse efforts now and then, but the blog doesn't. Perhaps the mental need to tidy up an invisible room in the mind can go easily hidden and neglected than the expulsion to weed a visible space like the architectural extension of the house.

I will have been a mother for a year next week.

T's Reading Log III

Hey, It's Me!