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New Pictures Posted

Finally got my PC up and able to post pictures again. A few galleries were added – check them out.

Layla-blading
Layla rollerblading outside for the first time!

Festival
Ebina City Festival

Starbucksing
Starbucksing With Mom

Machida
Machida With Dad

Zonked
Zonked

Totem Pole
Tamie Totem

Long Long Weekend

This weekend was a long weekend with us having Monday off. When I say us, I mean Layla and I – Tamie had to work and she took Julia to the daycare provided by her office. It made the long weekend especially long, but we made the best of it.

Saturday I got to take care of Layla while Julia went to her regular daycare for the day. We played a few games at home (she beat me a number of times at Candyland) before we ended up going to a local department store where she could ride her Thomas the Tank Engine for a mere 200 yens. While there, we picked her up a pair of rollerblades – a boxed set that included a helmet as well knee, wrist and elbow pads – all for the low price of 3500 yen. Sweet deal!

After grabbing some juice, we took the blades home and she got to try them out. She wasn’t too happy when I put the knee pads on as they were too tight. It was only after I found the real knee pads that I realized she had elbow pads strapped to her legs. Whoops. Once she was all padded up, she made her way slowly down the hall while holding onto me. Her stability on rollerblades was anything but stable but she seemed to be having fun.

Layla on Blades

She did fall a few times the first time, but give the girl credit – she popped back up and continued to try. She’s made significant progress in just two days since we bought them. She’s now able to walk around the room with blades on, even starting to push a bit with her feet. It’s amazing – it took me a month to do what she’s done in less than an hour. Oh, to be a kid again.

After she got her fill of rollerblading up and down our small hallway, I took Layla for a bike ride. As she was unlocking her bike, she asked, “Can we go for a long bike ride this time?” I nodded and said she could go as far and for as long as she wanted. 15 minutes later, she was ready to go home. Instead we went to a coffee shop and had some juice and milkshakes.

We picked Julia up around 16:00 from her daycare – on the way we noticed there was a huge crowd waiting for whichever act was performing onstage in Vina Walk. Judging by the size of the crowd, it must have been someone famous. After getting the little one, we joined the crowd to see who it was. 10 minutes passed before a single girl came onstage and started belting out tunes on her piano. Julia got impatient though and I thought it best we leave.

Before heading home, I wanted to get some Corona – I knew Tamie wanted to make nachos for dinner and what goes better with nachos than some Mexican cervezas? I picked up 4, hung them on the stroller and asked Layla if she wanted to find a good dessert, which she immediately said yes to. She lead me to the sweets section of the department store and she looked over various kinds of cakes and things. She decided on some flavoured cheesecakes, so we got a box of 6. As the lady was wrapping them up, Julia started making a fuss. I tried calming her down which only made her fuss more… so I picked her up… and CRASH! So much for the beer hanging on the back of the stroller…

Luckily, three of the four beer survived. Before I had time to even check the status, there were more Japanese staff there cleaning things up and ensuring Layla didn’t go near the broken bottle. I’m sure I’ve said it before, but the level of service here is second-to-none and this was another shining example. Sure, our stroller smells like beer now, but that might actually be a step up from what it used to smell like… yah, we need a new stroller.

That night, Tamie came home to a dark room with two sleeping kids and one sleepy father. After we’d gotten home, Layla watched a bit of her new favourite show before going to take a nap. Julia made a bit of a fuss before crashing on me. They both slept for hours before Tamie got back.

Sunday, I got to take care of both girls while Tamie worked. This time, we went to the park for a couple of hours. The sun was unbearably hot again, but that didn’t stop Layla. She’s always ready to have fun at the park and she did, as always, but unlike most times this was a day of accomplishment.


Julia With hat Layla With hat
Hats, as per Nanni’s instructions

Layla has conquered most of the playground equipment at the park, save for the monkey bars which she’s too small for, the rock-climbing wall which she hasn’t really tried, and the rope-block bridge. Today, she was determined to beat the bridge and much to her own surprise, she did! Once she figured out the technique (with a little help from coach Dad and Julia), she was able to do it consistently. She was so proud, almost as proud as I was.

After a full day at the park, we went home where I suggested Layla take a short nap because we were planning on meeting her Mom after Tamie got off work. Layla stubbornly refused and watched her TV show quietly. I played with Julia for a while as Layla fought to stay awake. An hour later, luckily both girls were still ok and we were off to Hon-Atsugi to meet Tamie for dinner. We had okonomiyaki at a local restaurant while Julia slept on a pillow on the floor beside us. All in all, a decent day.

Today was the last day of the three day weekend. Tamie took Julia to her office where daycare is being provided on these weekend working days so it was just Layla and I. Layla didn’t really want to do anything I suggested until I mentioned the Kids Fantasy Land on top of Daiei. Then her eyes lit up and her heart skipped a beat. I knew I’d found the right idea for the day.

After a semi-quick lunch at McDonalds, we ventured over to the kids park. The fantasy land is a giant indoor area with many blow-up bouncy slides and things, plus other goodies that Layla digs. She drive cars, plays in sandboxes and ball pits, and generally runs around having fun. Today was no exception – two hours of mayhem tuckered the poor girl out.

We left the fantasy land at 15:45, exactly one hour before Layla’s dance class was to begin. As soon as we stepped outside, Layla’s energy level dropped to nearly zero. The adrenaline she must have been running on finally ran out and she looked zonked. I took her to the grocery store to get her something to drink and an ice cream to give her a bit of a boost, and that did the trick. We headed home to eat it while we waited for the dance class.

At 16:30, we headed to the dance studio. I was worried Layla was going to fall asleep but she soldiered through it. On the way, she was walking so slowly and when I asked her what was up, she answered, “I can’t walk fast because I’m sooo tired.” Thank goodness she perked up when we got to the dance class. She was one of three students, and she was the only one to make it all the way through the 45 minute lesson without needing a rest. She was definitely having a good time with the dance teacher and I know now we made the right choice in letting her sign up for the class.

Once the class was over, I took the kid to her favourite restaurant for dinner before we came back home to meet Tamie and Julia. Layla, as tired as she was, wanted to practice rollerblading and did so. She only stopped to watch her TV show before taking a bath and going to bed.

I didn’t have a camera this fine day because I didn’t need to bring the backpack that’s been stuck to my back every weekend since Layla was born. Without a baby (or young kid) I had no need to take diapers, clothes, snacks or anything other than my wallet, keys and phone. What a great weight off my shoulders, both literally and figuratively, that is. Next week, I’ll try to bring a camera along, even without the backpack.

And so, that’s the end of this week’s tale. It was a long weekend and it was definitely a good one. Here’s hoping the next one is just as good.

Gallery Links below:

Rollerblades
Saturday

Julia's Hat
Sunday

Back In Japan

We’re back home and trying to get life back to some semblance of normalcy- not an easy task when you have a jet-lagged three year old who wakes up at 3am. Luckily we came back just in time for Golden Week, the wonderful time of year where companies shut down. Timing, as they say, is everything.

I’m working on uploading the pictures from the trip… there’s a lot of them. Stay tuned.

Story of the day:

When I woke Layla up this morning, instead of grumbling and groaning, she asked “Where did Chinni go?” I asked her what she was dreaming about and she said she was showing him her new dance move. She ended her story with “I guess I miss Chinni, eh?” I guess she dreams in English, at least sometimes.

Story of the week:

After returning from Japan a few cookies heavier than when I left, I decided on Saturday to go rollerblading… ended up wiping out, scratching up my knees, elbow and knuckles. Layla told me I needed to be more careful. Sunday, I decided to try my luck again and… ended up wiping out again – more blood poured from my elbow and this time my knuckle swelled up like a balloon. Layla told me I needed to buy some knee pads and elbow pads and to be more careful. Turns out my finger is fractured. Morale of the story: Don’t exercise, it’s hazardous to your health.

That’s all for now. Will try for more regular updates from here on out, although typing is a bit of a pain with this splint on my finger.

Hospitals, Rabid Babies, and Rollerblading. Just Another Typical Saturday.

After a night of barbecuing, Canadian style, with coworkers on the company balcony (Canadian style meaning with a propane barbecue big enough to cook more than one hamburger at a time =), I was a little worried about getting up the next morning. Tamie was more concerned with my coming home on Friday night. Luckily (or not?) it was a fairly early night, so I got home with little trouble and fairly sober.

Today started out early, but not as early as we planned. A 10:30am appointment at the hospital (Layla’s bi-weekly checkup) meant we needed to get up around 9 to give us plenty of time to get ready and go. Setting our alarm for 8:30 should have been enough of a head start but, as always happens, a few presses of the snooze button and we were already behind the eight ball. Scrambling to get ready, we were out the door with seconds to spare. Making it to the hospital by 10:40 could be considered on time for a Saturday morning.

With Layla semi-feverish, coughing and sniffling, I was a little concerned she might get the lung and nostril treatment again. Luckily for her the doctor gave her the green light, only prescribing another bag full of medicine and forgoing the nose torture. After ten minutes of sucking vapour and twenty minutes of waiting for our prescription(s) to be filled, we were out of the hospital. The whole day ahead of us, we were ready to do… something. Planning is for the unspontaneous!

Back at home, Tamie fried up some of her world-famous potato chips while I readied my rollerblades for the next time I went – apparently not rotating the wheels is not a good thing, and I discovered my front wheels were worn down to the metal. I figured now was probably a good time to switch them up. Layla ended up lying down on the floor and falling asleep before we sat down to have a light lunch of beer and chips (on an unrelated note, I’m still not sure why I’m putting on weight). No amount of poking, prodding or holding chips under Layla’s nose would wake her up.

Eventually Layla woke up and we dropped by a bookstore to get a guide book about Naruto, our upcoming island excursion to see giant whirlpools. While Tamie checked up books on Naruto, I looked at the guide books for Canada – it’s interesting to see what is interesting to others about Ottawa. Funny thing, they listed four or five restaurants in the market… one of which was a Japanese restaurant and one being Colonnade Pizza. Yep, that’s Ottawa cuisine in a nutshell.

After our adventures researching and planning our next adventures (spontaneity be damned), we headed over to get some coffee at Starbucks. Frappuccinos all around! Again, no idea about that whole weight thing… I had my camera with me, as always, so snapped a couple pics of the girls as Tamie read about Naruto and Layla chugged her green tea concoction.

Eventually bored of the whole coffee thing, Layla lead us downstairs to play. I know she likes to play on stairs so it was win-win for her. Downstairs we did, in fact, play. Running in circles is a great game to a two-year old. At one point, I picked her up, threw her in the air and caught her. Tamie’s always asking me to do that while she was the camera so I did. Layla laughed, Tamie snapped a picture, and I caught the baby. Lather, rinse, repeat. The fourth or fifth time I did it, Layla ended up banging her tooth on my chin, or more precisely biting a big chunk of flesh out of my face. Reeling from the pain, but too manly to admit it, I inspected her mouth to see if she was hurt. The toothy grin told me enough. She was fine. Blood pouring out of my chin, I took a kleenex from Tamie to try to stem the bleeding. Light headed, I sat down while trying not to cry.

As we sat there holding kleenex on my chin, a group of high school kids appeared in front of us out of nowhere. They had a small speaker that they hooked up to their cell phones and blasted (by blasted I mean barely audibly played) tinny dance music for all to enjoy. They took turns dancing – each having his own shtick. One guy did backflips, one did the robot. One seemed to only be able to bounce on one hand – he bounced well, but after seeing it for the third time it got old. Before we left, one guy put on a helmet and spun on his head, break-dance style. The future of boybands was there in front of us and we had to leave to go grocery shopping!

By the time we made it back home, it was getting dark but I was eager to get out and try my newly rotated wheels. Tamie, too, was eager to go jogging. Since I was on wheels, she figured I’d be quicker so I left while she stayed back to watch the kid and prepare dinner. Boy was she wrong. I should have been faster but it was dark. There are no street lights in rice fields. Seeing is definitely not overrated.

I wanted to find a good route so went exploring, letting the colour of the traffic lights dictate my direction. When there were no traffic lights I’d just pick whichever street had the biggest sidewalk. Luckily I had a GPS enabled phone with me — but even after I got lost I was too stubborn to look at it. It’s not a big neighbourhood so I figured I could make my way back. I’m here typing now, so obviously I did, but not without doubling back a few times. Check this out for an idea of how lost I was. =)

By the time I made it back, nearly an hour had passed. Tamie tried to use the dark as an excuse not to go jogging but I would have none of it. Actually, it took very little to convince my little marathon runner to get out there and sweat. So while she didn’t get lost, I watched Sesame Street with Layla. She fell asleep, and I almost did. Luckily Tamie came back just in time. We had a nice steak dinner before putting Layla down to bed. Looking at the time now, it’s about time we head off ourselves.

Lazy Days of Summer

It was with great effort that I got up this morning, not quite wanting to face the day yet. Tamie, good sweet wife o’ mine, was gracious enough to get up with Layla and let me sleep in. I eventually felt guilty enough to pull myself out of my slumber and zombie-walk into the living room to greet my girls with a friendly “uuuuugh, is it still early enough to say ‘good morning?’”. Man do I love weekends =)

With nothing but the obvious bit of R&R planned for the day, Tamie, always eager to go jogging, figured it was the perfect opportunity to head out for a bit of a run. I, not so eager to even think about jogging, figured it was a good chance to give the parents back in Ottawa a call. So while Tamie sweated under 40 degrees of mid day sun, I stayed air conditioned with the kid to call her Nonni and Chinni online. A good chat and an hour later, Tamie came in the door exhausted, explaining just how blistering the sun was before going take a long, cold shower.

As she showered, I thought about things and came to a conclusion myself. I’ve recently been having an email conversation a friend who has been lamenting about how quickly getting older seems to meaning getting heavier. Having put on my own fair share of weight recently, I couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Now, I’m not saying it’s just age that is putting on the pounds – I mean, I’m sure the beer and cookies might have played a small part in their nightly consumption, but age does get its fair share of the blame. The last email I received had the a number, a big 238 lbs of a number in it. Crikey! It was a scant 2 years ago when we were both hovering between 180-190 and worrying about the double century mark… oh, to be so slim again.

So with that in my mind, and inspired by Tamie’s industrious (or maybe insane) jogging today, I thought it was a good time to break the ol’ rollerblades out of retirement. I’d been talking about it for more than a year (I think it was my new years’ resolution… of 2008). Man, time flies. So like an old war veteran suiting up after a long spell of peace, I suited up in blades and wrist guards into the battleground of sun, traffic, and old ladies on bikes. It’s a dangerous world out there.

I got off to a pretty good start – felt like I’d never stopped blading. The wind was blowing just right, the traffic lights were green at every corner I approached and I was flying down the road at a good clip. I was free, and I was loving it. I was inspired to do this every day! Thoughts of waking up early and starting the day with a similar invigorating rollerblading session filled my head as I passed pedestrian and car alike. I couldn’t remember why I stopped.

Not ten minutes had passed before I was drenched in sweat, the sun beating down stronger than anything I’d ever experienced in my life. What little breeze there was only seemed to pick up the heat from the pavement causing even more discomfort. The old ladies on the bicycles I’d passed earlier seemed to pick up their pace and fly by me as easily as I had them only moments prior. Insulted, I tried to use that as motivation to keep my legs moving and not to die. I lowered my cap, focused on the few feet in front of me and rollerbladed like I was chasing women one quarter their age. And to my great surprise, I caught them. They were stopped at a traffic light, which I almost missed, but I caught them.

At twenty minutes, my legs were like rubber. I could barely breathe. I thought I was a goner, for sure. I wasn’t even insulted or embarrassed when those same old ladies walked past me pushing their bikes. The only thing on my mind was survival – I had to make it back to the air conditioned haven we call home. I rolled along at what I’ll call a leisurely pace for what seemed like forever until I finally made it back to the finish line. It was with great agony that I peeled off my rollerbladed and made my way up to the third floor — it’s not easy standing and waiting for an elevator as slow as ours.

After a quick 45 minute shower, I finally felt like I wasn’t going to pass out or pass away. I was anxious to check out the stats I’d collected on my spiffy new google phone. Tamie had used it first when she went jogging and found she ran over 7km in just under an hour at average speed of nearly 7km/h (funny how that math works out, eh — good thing google is smart enough to figure all that out for us). I, too, had carried my gps-enabled toy and found I’d gone just over 6km in 30 minutes. Check out my maps page here, if it works. Yah, she ran farther than me, but let’s face it – I’d like to say she’s in much better shape than I am but, honestly, I think it was because I’d gone out later in the day and the sun was so much hotter.

Exercise out of the way for another year, we went out to pick up a couple things we’ve been meaning to get. Tomorrow is Tamie’s sister’s birthday so we picked up a couple things for her (Tamie didn’t think she’d like some oversized, slightly-used, like-new rollerblades). While we were shopping, Layla wanted to ride on the merry-go-round she’d been on in the past (her memory is getting to be a bit of a pain sometimes). Since she’s spoiled, we gave her the 200 yen and let her go at it. She plunked the first coin into the slot no problem. The second one she tried a couple times. The third time she dropped it I put it into the machine for her at which point she started yelling, got off the merry-go-round, and cried until it stopped. Luckily at the end, it spit out a card which she was more than happy to collect and show off. Phew!

We eventually made our way back home where we had dinner (chicken caesar salad and potato-crust pizza, for those curious). Actually, I just wanted to mention the potato-crusted pizza because I’d never heard of such a creation. I’m pretty sure Tamie made it up due to the fact we had leftover potatoes in the fridge, but it actually turned out pretty well.

So that was our day. I call it a lazy day, but in all honesty it was one of the unlaziest days I’d had in months, if not years. Who knows if I’ll stick to the rollerblading, but I’m certainly going to try. And to Mr. 238, I know you read this — the gauntlet is off, good sir. We’ve talked about self-improvement for a long time, well the time is now. So step up! I look forward to reading about your adventures in rollerblading!