Yesterday was a lunch for some of my old students and friends, two of them are getting married so it was a 'well done, congrats, here's my 2000 yen to chuck in for the prezzie' kind of thing. The last time I saw them I just had a belly, so they were all chuffed to meet little Ash and one of the girls had a baby a month before me so I wanted to see who was cuter (Ash won by a mile hehe) just kidding. But not really... You be the judge, I'll put photos.
He did win in the growing stakes though, he is about 4 kilos heavier and much bigger than little Kouta kun and would definitely win in a fight, he proved that when he almost yanked the kid's ears off when he could get close enough. I had my first real motherly pride yesterday though, Kouta was screaming and carrying on (like Ash usually does) while Ash looked on in bemused wonder and smiled at everyone with his goofy, gummy grin. He didn't cry once and had no trouble being held by everyone. *sniff* Love it when my baby isn't being the little shit, it almost makes me slip back into my high and mighty role of muttering annoyed customer mumbling 'Can't she shut that kid up?'
I've always wanted my kids to be able to be passed around and not just want their mummy and daddy and I'm glad Ryota is on the same page, yesterday we sat in a Japanese style private room so stroller couldn't get it, Ryota was like "Soo.... who wants to hold the cute jumbo gaijin baby?!" translation- Don't just say he's cute, put that theory into action people, let's pass the little bastard around the table so we have time to eat! Ash was passed around the whole table and loved it, definitely going to dump him with anyone who is willing from now on.
It was good fun, my witty Japanese conversation skills flourished and it became apparent how much my ex-students have forgotten any of the English I had taught them. Ryota had basically never met anyone there so he was also impressed with my usually shy personality morphing into an entertainer that could have been straight out of a Gion tea house. I think I'm so sick of talking to the vacuum cleaner and washing machine that real people was a big treat.
Enough rabbiting, here are some photos from the day...
First meeting, just before the ear pulling began...
Pass the baby! (If you unwrap him you get a stinky surprise!)
One of Kouta-kun's many awesomely not-my-baby, loud hissy fits.
Now this is just fucking freaky....
P.S. I'm so fucked off with all this rain, what is a housewife with husband's work clothes to do!?