18 October 2009

In the afternoon we headed over to Midtown park. Emily managed to spill most of her bottle of water as we went along so she arrived there with sopping wet trousers. I felt embarrassed as people might think it was wee and that I was a bad mother for leaving her wet like that.

The park was full of Tokyoites at leisure; as many people had pooches as had kids, and the poor creatures were often better dressed than their human counterparts. I saw a black dog stroller that was studded with diamante. One woman had four long-haired daschunds on a set of leashes and the horrid little mutts had a go at two passing elderly ladies who were taking exercise around the short jogging course encompassing the park. The bad-tempered pooches got their comeuppance soon after, though, when a wolfhound went for them.

Emily didn't seem that bothered about the slides and swings, which were in any case very busy with all the families in the park. She soon discovered the fountains though, and spent ages happily empting water from one container into another.

Back at home, Emily managed to do a second wee in her potty, though again it was purely because she happened to be sitting there at the right time. Nick and I had kept her on it by singing 'the wheels on the bus', because she won't stay on it for very long unless entertained.