Bruised but OK

It was a beautiful Sunday, so we headed off to the park while Daddy was at the hospital. The cherry blossoms have gone but now we have the wisteria to brighten up our days.

And this is me having fun in the park....

Just before I decided to fall off a swing from a height of about 2m and bang my back and head on the ground. Mummy always tells me not to go so high or I'll fall off. Well, it finally happened. I got a big fright, and so did Mummy, and I had to go to the hospital to get all my bits checked out. Since I banged my head, I had a CT scan and that was a bit scary, but I was OK.
I promised my Mummy I would listen to everything she says from now on. (Mummy's not holding her breath though!)
A nice man called Mr Konishi very kindly helped us by getting ice packs for my head and carrying me to my Daddy's car. We don't know you Mr Konishi, and have no way of finding you, but we'd like to say a big thank you here, since we can't do it in person. Strangers who help you when you're in trouble are the best kind of people!

International Festival

It was my school's International Festival on Saturday. I helped Mummy make this cake for the "Guess the Weight of the Cake" contest. (Well, I licked the bowl and gave decorating advice).

Mummy was busy on the cake stand all day, so I was free to go around all the stalls with Daddy, which always works to my advantage.

First I got my face done - the usual butterfly- this time by my teacher Masayo-sensei.

Then I got my nails done all sparkly.

There were lots of great things to eat and fun games to play, so I had a great time.

This is not our school bus, but someone owns an American school bus (for some reason!), and brought it to our school for the day so we could use it as a coffee shop! Cool!

Cherry Blossoms

Well, it was a fleeting thing, but the cherry blossom season has been and gone for this year.

This year we went back to Senkoji Park in Onomichi for a bit of nostalgia, and made the R Family get up at the crack of dawn with us, for our traditional "beat the rush" breakfast hanami.

These people tried ro beat the rush by staking their claim in the traditional manner. Get your blue sheet down first and the spot is yours! The taped on message reads: "Our company would like to use this space from 16:00 on April 5th. Please feel free to use it till then" How polite!

Of course if your group won't spring the 100Yen for the tape, then if you're the youngest or lowliest, there's nothing for it but to get your sleeping bag out from the night before!

Everyone was happy to be up so early!

Afterwards we went down to the harbour for a walk and an elicit ice cream.

Then on to the park, where we defied danger on the "Jaiant Slope" (Giant perhaps?)

Friction burns notwithstanding, a great time was had by all!

5 Years and 1 Month Report

5 years make quite a difference!

I can't believe I am the mother of a 5 year old. Wow!

Some 5 year old Weechan stats for you (based on measurements and interview on April 4th 2008):

Height: 105cm
Weight: 17.6kg
Feet: 17cm long
Presently Learning: Piano, Ballet and Swimming
Favourite food: pizza, onigiri with nori, chocolate
Favourite drink: calpis, aquarius
Favourite colours: pink and sky blue and red
Favourite place: our house, and Al Park (shopping centre near our house)
Favourite character: Troy and Gabriella (High School Musical)
Favourite book: How the Grinch Stole Christmas
Favourite Activities: Playing games, playing with my Mum, drawing stuff, reading and writing Japanese and numbers
Favourite toy: necklaces and bracelets, Shima-chan Computer
Best friends: Yuina, Nina, Amane, Asahi
Favourite stuffed friend:Pen-chan (penguin from Ba-chan)
Favourite subjects: poop, weewees and farts!

All answers subject to change in any given 5 minute period.

She drives me nuts, she makes me laugh hysterically. She is the only one who thinks I truly know everything (and how long will that last!). I still can't sleep if she is sleeping beside me after 5 years. I stare at her in the dark, wondering if she is still breathing, afraid that she will stop, and wondering where this beautiful little person came from and what will become of us both.
Weechan, I mourn the loss of your tiny baby self, and I celebrate all the whys, and it's not fairs, and wonderment, and confidential explanations of the apparently mundane, and the unbridled joy and ire that is your 5 year old self. How will we be 5 years from now? What a dreadful and exciting prospect!