Little Nio posing with his Daddy, all having lunch together at the Japanese restaurant, Fuji.
My wife's condition has not improved. Since she's gotten back from rehab, I have suspended automated deposits to her bank account. She only gets a daily allowance based on what she plans to do that day. She no longer has the keys to the front door since I already changed the locks. Our front gate gets bolted at night and my study also gets locked up. She is not going to any 12-step recovery meetings and from what I know she has been taking her medication only as often as she remembers to do so.
After a day at daycare, Little Nio drops by the office to get some rendering tips from Khun Jae, a senior interior designer at our studio.
After dropping of our car for regularly scheduled maintenance, Little Nio gets on the BTS Skytrain to have some adventures. We usually get up very early to get to the Nissan Service Center to be at the front of the queue, then we have breakfast at Café Reno right across the street from the car shop. Then we get on the BTS to go places.
Something has caught Little Nio's attention. It's a backhoe digger machine clearing some debris, preparing a construction site right next to the BTS station. He is fascinated by these construction machines and we spend about fifteen minutes watching the machine at work.
We arrive at Chatuchak Park and spend an hour walking around and just feeding the birds. We have to be very careful to keep clean and not come in to direct contact with the birds on the off chance that one of them may be infected with avian flu. Not something that we want to deal with on top of everything else.
Feeding the birds can be tough work, so Little Nio stops for a snack before getting back on the Skytrain. Here he is about to bite off one point of a star shaped goodie from Dunkin Donuts.
We make our way back to the National Stadium station and wander into the newly opened modern art museum of Bangkok. It's a nice big building, but the architecture is uninspired and bland. The construction workmanship is mediocre but the finishes are done quite adequately. In my opinion the whole place is an empty shell and a bit of a sham. There's not much in terms of modern art in Thailand, so having a museum is a bit like placing the cart before the horse.
Still, you have to give them points for trying. They at least have an impressive giant-baby-robot-animatronic sculpture on loan from Japan.
It's about ten meters tall and it's clad in shiny metal on the outside. Not sure what the insides are made of, but it still does look bizarre and perfectly at home in the new museum.
It's almost eleven in the morning and you can see that getting up early and running around town is winding down Little Nio. His eyes are getting very heavy as he works on downing a bottle of milk.
Pretty soon he is down and out for a power nap. He goes to sleep for a solid hour on the sofa of a coffee shop in the middle of Mahboonkrong (MBK) shopping center. The waiters are very accommodating and let him snooze while his Daddy quietly enjoys an iced coffee and a slice of cake.
Time for a late lunch! Little Nio slurps down a bowl of ramen and demolishes a plate of gyoza at Hachiban restaurant. I am simply amazed at how he's figured out how to use chopsticks. Neither his Mommy nor I taught him how to eat with chopsticks, so I guess he just figured out how to do this by watching us.
All powered up with energy, Little Nio takes on the arcade game "Guitar Hero". He doesn't do too badly for a 2-year old, but let's just say that he's not going to be setting the high score here.
Back at the Nissan Service Center, Little Nio spends a bit of time playing on the children's slide while his Daddy settles the payments. He's quite a big boy now, so he actually has trouble fitting in through the small door at the back and up on to the slide.
This photograph was taken a few days after. while we were out having lunch with Tito Gerald. Again, it was just the two of us without his Mommy. who decided to stay at home because she wasn't feeling well. More and more, my wife is spending less and less time with us.
