No baby bump picture-- just us eating tuna mayo onigiri at the Chofu fireworks. It was a magical night. As we were heading to the station, a local matsuri was being prepared with cheerful red lanterns. The banks of the Tamagawa were covered in lush grass with plenty of space for all. There was an endless row of matsuri food booths-buttered corn and potatoes, yakisoba, takoyaki, cotton candy, shaved ice, chocolate bananas. On our way home we watched out the windows of the train station to see a beautiful bon odori, the night air hot and filled with the smell of fried and sweet food.
We made it to the halfway point last week--but there was a lovely thunderstorm, so we decided to enjoy it from inside and forget about the photo.
Baby was keeping his/her gender a secret at our last appointment, so we have to wait 3 more weeks before we can think about names, clothes, etc.
It's still much too hot for anyone's liking in Japan (aka me). Asian humidity makes Hawaii feel like a desert in comparison. So, in Tokyo everyone really does carry a pretty fan and a sweat rag.
It's necessary. Oh, and a parasol.
My tummy is showing now, baby moves a lot at night and I think it's no longer a good idea to eat kimchee (I miss America & Tums!)
This was Obon week, we went to a buffet (buffets are delicious in Japan and high quality, kind of the opposite of the US), went to the Tokyo Temple, saw the Harry Potter Exhibition and spent one day cleaning.
Does anyone else ever feel exhausted after "vacation"?? My poor Ma-kun... back to work tomorrow.