the post for Mrs. Ishikawa

Dear Mrs Ishikawa,
This is a blog post for you. I know that when I chatted with your dashing husband the other day I promised him a post, but the post has now taken on a life of it's own and now it just keeps growing and growing. I'm trying to finish it off, but it just won't die. So in the mean time you get this lame little post to assure you that I haven't forgotten about you and when I finish off my big post about riding bikes and falling down you can read that one too.
Also, as a service to all of my other readers (who I'm sure have given up on me and slowly wandered off to read a blog that actually gets updated) let me direct you over to the Ishikawa blog so that you can say hello to the oh-so-cute-that-I'm-going-to-die Shiori Ishikawa. She's the little one. With all the hair. And the black eye and no eyebrows. Nice shiner shiori. It's nice when parents don't hold their kids back from doing big-kid things, but I think the boxing should maybe wait a little while. At least until we can find you some little boxing gloves to match your kimono. Then maybe you can fight this kid for the title. I think you could take him.