Yoshie and I are studying, and Yukiko is talking in a language too sophisticated for us to understand. For her two month birthday, she upgraded to a cot, having outgrown her moses basket already. My repertoire has grown to include Danny Kaye songs from Hans Christian Anderson. Trouble is, unlike Jason who can remember every frickin' lyric he ever heard, I only remember one verse (if that) of each song and end up singing it over and over. Yukiko likes it but I'm not sure about her mom.

Still no snow. It's freaking me out man. However, a few days ago a horse drawn hearse drove past our window. Empty, but the horses and attendants were in full regalia. I was caught by surprise and too slow to grab my camera.

Fighting a cold and just returned from my first Japanese lesson of this term. I think I'm actually learning something. Yukiko is smiling and making cooing noises. When she isn't crying to be picked up by mommy or daddy. Who'da thunk such a tiny seemingly helpless little creature could take over two adult lives so thoroughly? Any parent I guess.

It's the middle of January and there's STILL NO SNOW.

Jason had a link to this site on his weblog. So I looked around a bit a ended up here. Oh man I nearly pissed myself laughing and I barely have a clue about who Foucault is.

I must be in Europe - there's more sex and less violence on the tele. And Jamie Oliver is doing commercials for Sainsburys, the supermarket chain.

Aka-chan had a second Christmas courtesy of her Nanny. A huge box of presents arrived from Halifax yesterday, and we had fun tearing everything open. Yukiko didn't get very excited, but she was patient as we piled gift upon gift on top of her until she could only move one foot. We took lots of pictures but stupid me I forgot we had a video camera.

Now we're shopping for a cot online as she's almost outgrown the moses basket already. Just six weeks old and already accumulating more things than she can pack in several suitcases. Sooo 20th century.