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MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON from Dean Fleischer-Camp on Vimeo.

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I wish this didn't always happen. Why is it always the bad habits that stick and not the good ones? Like, why can I watch unprecedented amounts of television, stay up later than is healthy, and drink enough tea to feel slightly intoxicated every night but not keep up a blog? The day to day of it may not be enjoyable, in fact to me anything that relies on internet and technology usually doesn't go well, but I love looking back at my daughter. I think her cheeks were chubbier 3 months ago. I can tell she's taller. I've been to the store for bigger undies, indoor yochien shoes, and tomorrow I'll buy her a new swimsuit. It won't be long before she's too big for me to carry and I'm starting to say to myself what other people say because she's starting to look too big to be my daughter. And that's when looking at a blog post with accompanying picture from a few months ago is a gem. A sparkling sad little gem that I can revisit to see a little face and busy little hands while the girl in front of me is more than half my height at 4 years old and moving so fast with new navy blue patent leather Primigi mary janes to accomodate her ever growing feet. So how can I let so much time go by and not say anything, to myself even, here? Damn. If this blog were something physical to hold I could add it to the stack, or let's say "stacks" of diaries, journals, notebooks, sketchbooks, etc. that I've tried to keep since age 5. Eghhh. It feels yucky.

Well, for my own benefit and in hopes that I'll post about some of these happenings already missed, here me:

Florida trip

Hiraizumi weekend

natsu matsuri

iron beads

natsu yasumi

heartcatch precure at sunshine city

tokorozawa aviation museum

koukukoen

jidoukan

NHK studios

crossstitch exhibit

kuma no pooh san exhibit

ueno zoo

New habit(for better or worse, slow connection or fast, in late evening or early morning): this blog