Wasabi no ko?

Hello, thanks for reading (probably backwards). If you’ve made it to this second sentence you're probably a really good reader who wonders, why did you name your blog "Wasabi no ko?", translated as "Wasabi kid"?

Well, a child does factor into it! I have a now 17-month-old daughter. We’ll call her Sophie. That happens to be her real name, but that’s what we’ll call her anyway. She was born May 12th, 2006, and is the most adorable little imp that you can imagine. So adorable, in fact, that her mother and I still have not given her to gypsies or put her in a little reed basket, floating down the creek.

Like many parents we eagerly anticipated Sophie's first steps, first words, first BM not made of tar. And as proud as we were of her achievements, a feeling of dread would soon follow. Sophie’s mom (the Momster) and I quickly learned that each time she leveled up (ding!) in the game of life, her powers grew. Her capacity for destructive, mischievous, giggling evil expanded! Take, for example, her first steps, which came to her relatively late in comparison to the children we know - at 14 months. At first tentative, she quickly progressed to self-propelled book-flinging, invoice-tearing, TV power-cycling fury.

Unlike her locomotion, her verbal skills have come early. At 17 months she has a vocabulary of hundreds of words, and has for the last 3 months. She is beginning to combine words, although the pesky grammatical glue appears to elude her. She very faithfully reproduces the glue Daddy uses, though, especially when he stubs his toe or forgets to remove her finger from a drawer before closing it. Let’s just say that the F-bomb is in her linguistic arsenal, ready for deployment for maximum parental collateral embarrassment.

So, she’s feisty, she’s spicy, and everything else was taken.  It’s fate!