As I’m writing this, I’m in our apartment listening to my mother-in-law debrief the children after last night, when she looked after the kids for a few hours. “I heard that two little birdies told their mother that I didn’t feed them any dinner last night.” “Two little birdies?” “You. You two. You told your …
Monthly Archives: December 2011
Our Roman Holiday, Chapter II: Sono Stanco
Rome is a city of piazzas and cobblestones, hills and catacombs, high heels and pick-up soccer games—that is, a walking city. Which is to say, if you’re there with a 3-year-old, you’re fucked. Well, that’s maybe putting it a bit strongly. Sasha has held up pretty well here, considering her jetlag and our erratic use …
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Our Roman Holiday, Chapter I
About nine months ago, Jean, Sasha and I attempted to visit Jean’s family in Taiwan. The trip was an almost unmitigated disaster. The moment we got on the airplane, Sasha was scared out of her not-quite-2-and-a-half-year-old wits. “I scared! I scared! she screamed, trying desperately to climb out of her own seat and into Jean’s …
Ren Faire ComiCon Child
I don’t begrudge my son for wanting to dress up like a knight and swordfight all day. He’s three, school is out, and frankly, hitting me with a sword is probably the only way he can get my attention as I try to work AND babysit all day. But combining his Ren Faire proclivities with …