Quick updates and a tiny survivor burp.
Noah really does seem to be turning the corner with his daycare, although he is still clear he would rather be home and that is – how it is. But today when I went to get him he was dancing. He did rush at me wailing, continued for all of ten seconds, and then tried to get me to come into the classroom.
But still have my eyes peeled.
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I haven’t mentioned I think and I want to record for posterity that my grandfather, who abused us, was a WW II vet, and fought in the Asia-Pacific theatre. He had a particular hatred for Japanese people; he was a man of many prejudices about race and insider/outside things, but the worst vitriol that he allowed himself on the surface of things was directed at the Japs.*
So when my father flung that Japanese mind cram comment around, it was a bit like hearing my grandfather brought to life and throwing that at my son. I still feel quite wobbly about it, all out of proportion to anyone not versed in the secret language of my biological family.
* it went over really well when I was head over heels for my half-Japanese First Real Love or whatever. Oh yeah, good memories there, really!
