Monthly Archives: July 2015

Well enough?

Saw two kids with their mom in the park today. Didn’t know their exact ages, the boy was probably 5 or 6, and the girl was like two years younger. The mother seemed to be criticizing his son for some misbehavior when I first noticed them, but it didn’t impress me until the mother started talking even more impatiently to the girl. I tried not to pay much attention, although I was a little shocked by both her words and her tone and I am generally interested in how other parents communicate with their kids. Now in retrospect I realize it’s just me expecting that everyone else is a more loving understanding patient parent. Then at the next crossroad that mother caught my attention again by yelling at her daughter, who immediately started to cry. One thing led to another. The mother became more irritated and reached out to her daughter, not sure what she actually did, but just heard her saying to her son “I’m not gonna hurt her.” The next moment, when I turned to look at them again, the girl was already in her mum’s arms, crying more furiously and stuggling to get down. Apparently it was not a loving grab. Read more…

No TV today

It only takes a second for kids to become addicted to TV. Now it takes all the screaming, crying, plus a lot of snacks to get his mind away from the big black screen.

Any one minute he is not sleeping or eating, he thinks of his dearest baby program. He would turn on the switch, expect to be seated on the sofa, grab your hand to make it point at the screen, and even take your cell phone to ask you to play the nursery songs for him.

Now we say no to you tonight, and we know we would be fighting a hard battle.

Mr. Napkin

Humid summer night, almost like rain. After a walk in the park, we sat down at this outside table of Bodrum, one of our favorites in the neighbourhood. The dishes were great as usual, but the dinner was more about trying to keep the little one busy so that everyone else’s dinner wouldn’t be ruined by his terrible scream. Luckily we did OK this time, by allowing him to wet himself with the water in his bowl. And every time Randall was about to declare war on us, the old lady and her friend sitting next to us gave him a smile, and our little munchkin was disarmed by their kindness.

Lunch

Our rock star is now having breakfast, lunch and dinner all on his own and enjoys using his spoon everywhere he can.