Pea, Pee, Pipi and where it all comes from
There is much debate on when one should start potty training. I have some friends… well a friend who have successfully used “elimination communication” -though I’ll suggest lovingly that she has too...
View ArticleHow Well Do You Know Your Colors?
There comes a point in your life where you think that some things you’ve got down pat. Things like: How to count to 100 Names of basic household objects Names of most animals What color something is...
View ArticleSlave to the Potty, Part 1
When you’re pregnant, you wonder about which diapers to buy; should I go for the time-tested brands? Am I going to go green and if so how green? Disposable green, cloth, prefolds, pockets? Or the new...
View ArticleThe Proof is in the Pooping
This is the continuation to Slave to the Potty. We are now eight weeks into Pacifique’s life of diaper-free living and things are very different from I expected they would be at this point. But I am...
View ArticleBedtime Stories: Olivia & the Countdown to Getting Busted!
This post was inspired in part by Carl Honoré’s wonderful talk at PopTech on his book In Praise of Slowness – specifically the temptation of the one-minute bedtime story. Someday my girls will thank...
View ArticleThrown in at the Deep End: P’s First Week at the Lycee Francais de Bangkok.
Having just celebrated her first anniversary at Kids Space, a fantastic little local pre-school on Pasir Panjang in Singapore, we moved our family 13 degrees north to Bangkok. Still tropical, still...
View ArticleMilk, Wheat and Word Construction.
I was at a loss for words as I pondered what to write for the Bilingual Carnival hosted this month by Gato and Canard. I decided to join the corporate ranks and experiment in the art of outsourcing...
View ArticleNight and Day, and the Alphabet
A new friend who is expecting her forth explained to me one of her rationals for having more than two kids. It goes something like this: If you just have two, it’s too easy to fall into categorizing...
View ArticleShit, I said it again.
My first daughter SweetPea was a very late talker, and this gave me ample space to learn to curb my potty mouth. In my defense, I worked first with sailors and then with a journalist; both seemed to...
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