Indeedy, I am back from outer space,
I’m sure this is a one off return to blogging. Don’t know why I stopped, I just did, and the longer I hadn’t blogged, the harder it became to set off again.
BUT, today is a special day, my baby, he who shall always be my baby, is 12 today. Don’t know how that came around so fast. All is well, happy as a clam he is with his new DSi, not expecting much conversation out of him for the foreseeable future, and he said if I give him 300 yen, when he’s 13, he will not exhibit any raging hormone behaviour, Deal done. Money on the table.
His birthday and a latent urge to blog again makes me share this story with you.
Recently young Jim mentioned to me that when he talks he has too much spit in his mouth. His S sounds come out as sh sounds. Always have done. Have in the past taken him for speech therapy but they said he would grow out of it. He hasn’t.
Anyhoo, he is talking about it, so I said, ‘are you worried? Do you want to go to the kotoba kyoushitsu and get some exercises that will improve it?’
He says ‘no’.
I said, ” it’s the shape of your mouth, remember I told you, when you were born, your mouth wasn’t formed properly, and that’s why you had the operation, and that’s why you were so ill as a baby’
‘I was ill as a baby?’
‘ Yes, I told you before, when you were just 2 weeks old, you were very sick, your organs were shutting down.’
“why?’
“because you couldn’t get enough milk to drink”
” Couldn’t get enough milk?’
” that’s right, you couldn’t get enough milk, and I didn’t know, and you got really ill’
” why didn’t I have enough milk? WERE YOU WORKING?”
That’s right honey, I’m the kind of mother that leaves a newborn at home with no milk.
Miss Behaving 