Sorry-ology

Today is the first lunch box day in T's nursery. Since it was already some time ago that I made lunch box for him, I was particularly anxious. From the day that the plan was announced, I have been somehow preoccupied by planning a menu, grocery shopping, and making up cooking plan to make sure that everything would be done on time before we departed for the nursery. Therefore, I ended up waking up at 3.30 am to cook a very basic and normal lunch.

T made a cake of fallen leaves on an fine autumn day on campus  The delivery of T to the nursery today was not entirely smooth. He was in a good mood but strangely persistent. Everything was normal as everyday else, but at breakfast he had a comment that he did not want to go to the nursery. He would have a thought like this once in a while, and there is little to be done to make sure about his really meaning. When faced with his idea of this sort, most of the time I would try to understand and to think more carefully about what he really wants. However, most of the time they are just his passing thoughts or something that happens to come to his tongue. Sometimes when I am busy, like these days now, I can only ignore the duty to look into his mind.

It is a national holiday here today (Oct 9), a day of sports, but many universities still carry on their teaching calendar without interruption.

T is very enthusiastic about speaking these days. He hardly stops once he starts making up a story, retelling a story, or, most often of all, observing and describing people and things around him. It is very amusing to interact with him verbally, and now he is able to make real conversations on emotional basis.

T started to be fascinated with whales around the time when he turned two. It all started with a nursery rhyme in Japanese called, "Whale's Clock." He watched the animation on TV before departing for the nursery one day, and ever since he has been hooked to the song and everything about whales.

Gardening has always been a private hobby of mine. Ever since T was born, it has become more so than ever. It is now a secret luxury to attend to the garden as my work duty and maternal duty have claimed most of my time, and I feel very guilty for the "need" to do gardening, and the wish to be in the garden, as it always feels like a crime to relax and to spend time for myself. 

This post on T's lunchbox was long overdue. As T was transferred to a new nursery last April, he also stopped eating lunch prepared by me. 

02/March/2017 I witnessed another beautiful moment of T's emotional growth sometime before March 2017 when I read to him the picture book, The Snowman .

I feel that if I don't write it down, I will continue to feel unrested.

T's first pair of walking shoes, size 14.5, worn-out after winter 2016 Another lunch-box photo: homemade steamed bread + rice balls cum homemade salmon sprinkles; chicken nuggets, broccoli cum mayonnaise, tomatoes and a sausage T is entering the period of terrible twos.

T and his recent love, tricycle In the past two weeks, T has been talking about cats, "n'yan n'yan" in baby Japanese.

T had a sudden jump in his communication ability during the new year's holiday.