About Tokyo With a Baby

My husband opens his mouth in a goofy, wide grin and waggles his eyebrows and he coaxes my son’s right arm, then left into the carseat harness. Big globs of tears cling to the corners my little guy’s eyes, his face red and hot and sticky as he decides whether to laugh or cry. Resistance…

Tokyo Weeks 11 & 12: Sayonara, Tokyo!

That feeling– you know the one. It’s that feeling of being pages away from the ending of a great book. The literary term for the part in the story when this feeling kicks in is denouement. My high school English textbook explained that the term means untying, as in loose shoelaces. I never liked this…

Tokyo Weeks 7 & 8: Typhoons, Temples and Tourist Attractions

Baby won’t sleep without nursing or being walked in the wrap unless we sing the itsy-bitsy spider to him. With the rain pouring down outside, he listens as his daddy sings in a sweet register and his little eyes will flutter closed as his mommy dreams of the sun coming out again. Tomorrow is a…

Mount Fuji

Our neighbors downstairs moved out this week due to their apartment being invaded by at least one unlucky little refugee from the rain. The rat is dead, the holes underneath the house, apparently, cannot be plugged up completely, and so we are thankful we are on the second story and have the luxury of pity. …