Ryu was happily bouncing away in his bouncer and Shou was making up a story with his magnetic construction vehicle book that he got yesterday. Slap on my wrist. I have a few things to get us through the weeks vacation and found myself getting the first one out for Shou yesterday - only a day after he got his last Christmas prezzie.
I know, I know.
Starving children in Africa and all that.
But shit, I had to do what I had to do myself for survival yesterday.
So, kids fed and clothed and it is time to make Mochi - wahoo. That white sticky shit favored by many Japanese at this time of year. Personally, if I was in charge of the mochi making I would add some food coloring and make a batch of blue-tac.
We had no relatives coming this year so it was just hub and Granny K - she does most of the preparation (actually ALL of it) and then rolls and turns the motchi as hub pounds it with big wooden mallet. Only one lot being pounded this year.
Shou wanted a go of course - but couldn't lift mallet as weight of baby elephant.
They all rolled it into rounds - half as is and half with sweet bean shit inside (anko) - sorry. Am not a motchi fan myself. Everyone else was well into it though. Shou and Marina both had some and was small miracle that Ryu managed to stay off the mochi food chain line . Thank God. I don't think my baby food manual suggests going from pureed pumpkin to motchi.
While this was going on I printed out the last of the nengajo - Yay. They may have even made it in time to get delivered on the 1st. All I had to do was go drop them off at the post office. Was just hoping secretly into the car to do that when fricken siren one metre from backyard sounded - fire alarm. Hub looked almost pleased. We exchanged places and he went off to wannbe firemen pretending to be real firemen putting out fires.
Someone had been burning rubbish outside and it took to their garage and it burned to the ground - with tractor and combine harvester inside - which is of course better than wife and grandkids but still a big thing in Kunimi, where tractor and combine harvester much more willing to plow fields than wife and grandkids.
Shou of course wanted to put on hub's fireman hat and go with him. I relented slightly by piling the two of them in the car and leaving Ryu with Granny K while we went in pursuit of fire-engines. Kind of like those tornado hunters. EVERY SINGLE noddyland firetruck in Kunimi was there - about eight I think - plus of course the one big one which the real firemen have. We couldn't get close though so Shou had to be content with seeing loads of smoke and flashing lights. He wasn't happy. He wanted to be in the thick of it holding the damn hose.
Went and dropped the nengajo off at the post office, picked up some milk, and then we went home via the fire site again just so Shou could see it was all over and daddy would be coming home soon. Quite lucky man wasn't burning rubbish tonight - as all wannabe firemen would turn up half pissed after their drinking thing - which of course follows some tactical fireman training (putting on their gears and seeing how long they can stay in a straight line for).
After lunch Ryu got with the program and they all napped for two hours - hub included. It was so nice and quiet that I couldn't bring myself to nap as well. A cuppa and some of my new Marian Keyes book seemed like a much more productive way to spend the time.
There was talk of taking Shou's shinkenja kite to the park for a test run but the wind and rain picked up and Granny K wanted to hit the shops - ie get some carrots half price at the supermarket. They went and Marina, Ryu and I stayed playing with Chrissy toys and with Marina spending twenty minutes behind the couch while she did a crap in her nappy.
There was relatively no fuss at dinner and bath time and by seven forty five the kids were all asleep and hub was out at wannabe firemen practice slash dinner slash get on the piss and hope noone else burns their shed down in the mean time.
And me... I have some alone time. Time to hanker down for some serious nenmatsu (end of year) TV specials. Tonight - za gyoten news which is currently playing bit about a woman who ran from the police for 14 years. Good Wednesday night entertainment. If I was a good wife I would grab the pile of hub's shirts from the laundry and iron them.
Pity I'm not ;-)