A day of firsts

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Do you remember your first homework assignment? Was it in the first grade? I’m trying to think back and cannot remember what was the first thing I brought home to do. I’m guessing some alphabet practice. That’s roughly where we are at with my eldest son. His first assignment was to practice writing the letter “い” a few times. Dutifully tracing an initial couple of examples and then filling in the remaining boxes on his own. So begins a long process of repetition to get one’s head wrapped around the hiragana character set and then a set of 80 simple kanji. The daily drill will be critical to master the… Continue reading A day of firsts

A new hope

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I’ve been second-guessing my approach to getting my kids comfortable with English for some time. They are growing up in Japan with Japanese daycare, Japanese-speaking friends, and a Japanese mother. The real kicker, they known I know Japanese as well. So where’s the motivation for them to speak in English? Obi-Wan Kenobi, you’re my only hope. Enter Star Wars stage left and it’s like we’ve just hit the jump to lightspeed. I put episode 4 on the TV several weeks ago in a spur-of-the-moment decision and everything has snowballed since then. My eldest is now peppering me with questions around Darth Vadar’s extended family tree and the differences between a… Continue reading A new hope

Repackaged

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Pipe cleaners, popsicle sticks, paper cups, construction paper. All staples of the American arts and crafts scene when I was growing up. In our daycare in Japan, the kids have a very different set of supplies. Packaging is an art in Japan. From paper to plastic, how something is wrapped in Japan carries a certain gravity. The simple act of unwrapping something from a Japanese department store or a gift from a neighbor feels like a whole experience and sets the tone for the item within, even if you are getting another necktie or some dried squid. This leaves a lot of empty boxes and containers in Japan that make… Continue reading Repackaged

Safety city

We called it safety city at my elementary school growing up. A grid of lines in the elementary school parking lot would undergo a metamorphosis at summer’s end. The police department would set up a fake town with tiny stop signs, buildings, and other miniaturized town stuff. On our bikes or big wheels, we’d inch along those painted lines now as glamorous and captivating as a 5th avenue or Broadway to our 4-year-old mind. Abiding by all traffic laws, of course. It was a rite of passage in those early years. Many townsfolk will get a nostalgic look in their eye if you mention safety city to them to this… Continue reading Safety city

Two Weeks In

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I just started reading The Martian by Andy Weir and the journal entries are always count the sols. 5 sols, 23 sols, 100 sols since the protagonist lands on Mars. When I wrapped up work a coworker sent me the exact years, weeks, and days until I’m expected back on April 1st, 2022. From Mar 1st ’21 to April 1st ’22, that ends up being 396 days. So here I am at 12 sols into the full-time parenting thing. That’s a whole lot of numbers and I’m sounding very much like the grown-up that the little prince had some critical words for, Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about… Continue reading Two Weeks In

Buying beer

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“Let me get the beer!” says my 4 year old. Not sure if I’m doing this dad thing right. When we visit the local grocery store, there is a modest selection of beers that I’ve plundering more frequently over the past couple of years. My kids will often be with me when shopping and it has now become a routine where they b-line it straight to the cold brews as soon as we come in the door. It’s the first section you come across when you enter the store. On one hand, it gives me pause, guilt(?), that the first thing they do when flying through the sliding doors is… Continue reading Buying beer

The Talk

Sat down on the couch after a peaceful day at home. Had just gotten up after getting the two older kids to bed. Dove into my book, the third installment in The Expanse, “Abaddon’s Gate”. I’m nearly through the book at this point and the minutes are flying by as I get to the climax of the story. My wife sits down on the couch next to me and casually says, “you have a few minutes?”. I’m torn, probably shouldn’t be. End of the book is within reach and the clock has just passed midnight. A few minutes is probably going to be a talk. It’s not really a debate… Continue reading The Talk

Baby steps

I’ve lived in the marketing world for the past 10 years. This March, I’ll embark on a new journey. I’ll become a stay-at-home dad for the next year. In Japan. While you may be fascinated to read about baby feedings, house cleanings, and meal preps, I’m looking more to chronical my adventures in the land of Japan as a father in social circles primarily occupied by mothers. Toss is a dash of Covid just to ratchet up the challenge here. Covid isn’t raging in Japan like it is in other parts of the world. Nevertheless, the social isolation is real and the hardest part for the next few months is… Continue reading Baby steps