Baby Brito

You are a baby burrito
I am gonna eat you!

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My son loves to play being wrapped up in a blanket. I call this play “Baby burrito” or “Baby tacos”.  He rolls around with so much laughter. Simple play and simple happiness.

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Love Noodles

Long, thin, tasty
and I can play with it, too?

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Watching a little one eating noodle dish is just so much fun. (regardless of the mess you have to clean up later).  They grab noodles, put them in their mouth, and strings of  noodles are hanging from their mouth. By the end of the meal, it looked like a duck did an investigation in the bowl of noodle – The mess is beyond imagination.

Harness

Please slow down
mommy can’t keep up with you!

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As soon as my son started walking, it was game over. He was very active and I had to have a harness when we walked outside side walk or go to stores. It was just too much of risk to let him walk freely and it wasn’t possible to follow a little boy who ran like a squirrel. I felt slightly awkward, but using a harness was the option to let him walk outside with safety. And it was a relief to receive some positive comments about using the harness from people at nice shops or galleries where kids are surrounded by things they are not supposed to touch.

Cuddle with Firetruck

“night night, My red, big firetruck”
sweet dreams

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My baby insisted to bring his favorite firetruck to his bed when he was going to sleep. It’s a big plastic firetruck, and I thought, “Isn’t it a bit hard and uncomfortable to cuddle with?”.  Well, everyone has their preference, and I decided to respect his choice. He may be riding on his favorite firetruck in his dream.

My Car!

It’s my car
no one touches
no one take it away from me!

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We went to play area in the shopping mall in Japan where my son fell in love with small car he can ride on. He was playing with the car at least 30 minutes and even later on he made sure that no one takes “his car” away. And of course, the meltdown was followed by when we had to leave the car behind.