This Week – September 1st 2018 – Earache and End of Summer

Riding the monorail has definitely been a key theme of this summer for Mr. K

And then, I got sick…

This Week – August 11th 2018 – Slowing

The typhoon from under the monorail

Life went back to normal and then the spiral into the midsummer vortex of the obon holidays began.

Five Fortnightly Photos on Friday

Midsummer fun!

Five Fortnightly Photos

Here are some photos from everyday life hereabouts, though be warned – I wouldn’t call myself a photographer by any means and they’re from my phone rather than anything fancy. Still, it’s fun for me, anyway, and I might make this a Friday thing henceforth, just to really push that ffffffff theme a bit more!

This Week – June 9th 2018 – Baby bottles, trains… and “Tommy”

Tsukuba City!

A good mix of things are afoot!

This Week – May 26th 2018 – Colds and Goblin Children Antics

Colds, pleasant weather, small children antics, and fretting about work things.

Another one month old!

E became one month old on March 27th.

Miss E

She’s now on the outside 🙂

Big baby, very small boy

 

 

Some of the supermarkets here leave out kid-sized baskets for the children to use. This is very evil of them.

My son is nearly 20 months old now and recently, I’ve started having startled moments where I look at him and no longer see a big baby but a very little boy. It’s not a huge change and he doesn’t metamorphose into something else overnight.

 

And yet he does too. All the time. Little changes and then they’re big changes after all and time goes so quickly really.

1 year old

On Saturday (29/10), Mr K finally turned one.

I seemed to run the full gamut of emotions in the lead-up to the big milestone, golden fuzzy warm nostalgia all the way down to bleak, dissolve-into-tears mess with no idea how the hell I’d made it this far and certain that I couldn’t manage it for much longer. Extreme, yes, but the year has encompassed both those feelings and all that lies between, so why not?

And here we are. 

Mr K is 12 months old, but we should really say one year now. I don’t know if I can still call him a baby? He still acts very much like a baby, though. He babbles at length, crawls everywhere, and finds inane objects utterly interesting. He stands up a lot but only when holding something, and he has taken a strong liking to opening and closing things, pulling things out and putting them in different places entirely. He doesn’t walk yet, but he is determined to skip that and climb on things instead. 

The time has been, and still is, so very distorted. How can one year have passed already, yet how can it have been only one? The days are long but the year(s) are short indeed.