February 27, 2011
January 3, 2011
At last, the perfect opponent
Uta is not a good loser. He's getting better, though, and at times it is possible to beat him and not send him flying off into hysterics. But you can't gloat, or win repeatedly, or have your first name be Hiroshi. I guess he still has some growing up to do. But with Kizuki Uta doesn't have to worry. He has discovered one of the joys of having a little sister seven years your junior. No matter what the game, or task, or skill, Uta is better. You might think there is no satisfaction in winning when your opponent is a toddler. But Uta would disagree. Winning feels good, no matter what.
December 29, 2010
December 28, 2010
15 months
Words are bubbling up: fishes, eyes, hello, this, bye-bye, yucky, kitty, draw, and ouch. Japanese words too: oishi (yummy), unchi (poop), okaeri (welcome home), and ocha (tea). She shakes her head no, and nods her head yes. She roars like a lion, barks like a dog, hums and sings her own sweet songs. She likes to wear hats and beads and other peoples shoes.
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